The Broken Hallelujah Cord (One Accord)

Saturday April 13, 2019

Prepare (copyright): ARS
“Joan of Arc” in mind
Colored Pencils

No Worries
Creative Self-Portrait
Acrylic: 11×14: ARS

Shabbat Shalom

Original Journal Writing: Saturday 06/14/2014 @ 1336

What a week I’ve had. Last Thursday I was asked by a person on the worship team, Rachael Martin, to come in and practice the song “We Will Rise (His Glory Fills the Earth)”. The collaboration was so awesome we ended the session in spontaneous worship. Those I practiced with all had input into the song making it what, I believe, God truly wanted it to be. Those involved were myself (lyrics), Rachael Martin (keyboard), Melvin Hardy (bass), and David Jimenez (drums). We sang this song on Sunday 06/08 which was Pentecost and though it was rushed, there was a huge response to the release from the song by the Holy Spirit. 

In the past few weeks I have been under the influence of Holy Spirit in creativity. As of yesterday I have 49 art pieces and many songs that have come to me. It has been an inspirational time.

My father-in-law has made the decision to be baptized, my maternal grandmother has been going to church again, and my neighbor (so she said at the time of this original writing but our mutual neighbor was sincere, Matthew x 2). She came with us a few Sundays ago. This past weekend she said she felt this overwhelming feeling that God specifically placed her in someone’s life so she could come back to the Lord. [What I wrote is different than the thoughts I had and even to this day. I now have slightly more understanding of why Holy Spirit had and has me write the way He does which is ever evolving for His purposes and plans. I strongly believe He was showing me multiple things at once through different portals of His Time and Space. I can only write it out as it is written in the original journal due to lack of understanding. Just because understanding is gained does not mean we understand all at once. It is through intimacy with God that we grow from Glory to Glory to Glory because we ALL Fall (present tense always) short OF HIS Glory.] His situation is similar to hers in the fact that a few of his family members have been urging him to go back to church just as it happened to my neighbor.

On Monday night, 06/09, I had a warning dream. In the dream someone shaved my hair off half of my head and the rest wasn’t my dreadlocks. Then, someone was trying to put someone else’s hair on my head even while I was defiant against it. This same night, Justin had a dream he was taking care of his guinea pigs and was finishing when he heard a voice (in the dream) tell him there was one more to take care of [a tarantula]. He doesn’t like tarantulas so I believe this was another warning dream. I believe my warning dream was against a snare for having someone or something put a false identity upon me or trying to steal my true identity in Christ. I believe Justin’s dream was warning against the snare of fear.

The next day, Tuesday 06/10, a few bizarre incidents happened. Though I believe accidents happen, I think the incidents were an attempt of an attack from the enemy, especially when coupled with the advancement of The Kingdom in the past few weeks through the dreams Justing and I had the night before.

I had 2 friends over to help me with my organizing and cleaning of the house. We were almost done in the kitchen with only a few odds & ends to clear up. There were some expired Epipens and Epipen Jrs. around but I shared how I didn’t want to throw them away full of medicine. One of the ladies and myself decided to discharge the medicine into the box for it. I didn’t fully read the instructions but I know the needle side was down. What I think happened was when I jabbed the box and pulled the pen back up, it flipped and th needle ended up stuck in my right thumb (I didn’t hold it for 10 seconds). I was embarrassed only for a brief time then I started making jokes in the ambulance and in the emergency room. It was an epipen jr. so no issues with the medicine. They numbed my thumb with 5 shots (which hurt worse than the stuck needle) of novocaine and got th needle out. There was no damage to the bone and no part of the needle left inside. My friend and I couldn’t get it out because it was bent. I had and still have very slight soreness but no damage at all.

That same night, Justin was trying to get a ball from our front bush. Instead of walking down the front stairs he leaned over the railing. He fell and scraped his right arm, right leg, and hurt his right thumb. We are all OK but praying for safety over ourselves and in our home.

This night, Greg had a dream he was attacked by 5 snakes. Praying over him but need to do it more. 

Last thing: a few weeks ago, I heard the Lord tell me June 13th. I didn’t realize until later it would be a Friday the 13th. I didn’t dwell on it, I just waited. I realized today what it meant. All I knew before was something good was going to happen. Last night, I saw on my social media page that this lady is working on opening an art gallery in Alexandria with all different styles of art (classic, modern, metal, paint, jewelry, fabric, etc.). I was skeptical but felt nudged by the Holy Spirit to share some of my recent digital art with her. I dreamt of an explosion of Light (now knowing I was being re-filled). While pondering it I realized the connection with this lady and her gallery was the good thing on June 13th.

Lots going on but all only the outpouring of my desire to know My Lord more intimately [capitalization changed to reflect MY Now].

~fin 1435~

Alicia Renee Polston-Shipe
Writer/Artist

The joy of The Lord IS MY Strength

It IS Finished ~ D’ONE

~Alicia R. Shipe~

 

Silver Cup Age: Benjamin? – Accusations or Defense of The Mind

April 10, 2019

Homemade apple pie for the first time Thanksgiving 2018.

From and back to The Father of Lights:

Dedicated personally to Robin Williams, Anthony Bourdain, Tupac Shakur, and Christopher Wallace [and especially to ALL struggling with PTSD and/or any form of mental illness: especially those who have been on the forefront of this debate with super slow progress. For the legalization of Cannabis recreational use and research safely].

Special thanks to Raymond Frantz of John Handley High School of Winchester, VA.

Originally written 01/20/2010: started 12/16/2009

Why can’t I be free of misery
Tell me why do I suffer inside (please tell me why)
Then I heard a voice tell me
Just let go and you’ll see liberty
You don’t know because you don’t show
The desire to be free
So proclaim on this day Your Victory

There was a time when I felt like dying
Then came a time when I never could stop crying
Without knowing I was growing and able to stand tall
The releasing of my tears
Was the defeating of my fears
No idea how free I’d be
Walking towards my destiny
I will press on
Because my life is a song

Stake Out The Land
written 02/07/2010 @ 1930

Lord, Jesus, is coming back
Lord, Jesus, is coming back

Stake out the land
Move ahead of this place
Stake out the land
No time, no time to waste
Stake out the land
Take hold of your possession
Lord, Jesus, is coming back

Be prepared
Be ready
Hold on
Hold steady
You don’t have to fight
Your battles in the night all alone
Surrender all your have
Surrender all you are
To the One who gave them
He’s the One Who Created you

Stake out the land
Move ahead of this place
Stake out the land
No time, no time to waste
Stake out the land
Take hold of Your possession
Lord, Jesus, is coming back
~fin @ 1953~

Original Journal Entry: Monday 02/22/2010 @ 2025

For the past month I have had a slew of dreams. I have not written them down because I have allowed myself to be pre-occupied. I believe all the dreams I can remember are  related to each other one way or another. Because I can’t remember the dates I had the dreams, they will not be written in any specific order; except the dream I had last night.

Crouching Church; Rising Enemy

I dreamt my church was having a service. After the service, another service was being held in the basement. There was a steel gate that took up over half the basement. Noises were coming from it that sounded like wild animals and like a group was forming plans. Some of the elders went back upstairs. The staircase was extremely dim. Some of the members that were in the basement were fearful due to the noises coming from the steel endorsed area. My Pastor was leading this basement service. He led the members to form a circle and start singing praise and worship songs. As the singing started, the wild animal noises started and there was pounding against the steel as if something was really trying to get out. I was standing on the staircase watching everything. I ran up the stairs to get some of the elders to come back downstairs but they wouldn’t . ~End~

The Great Hall
Digital Art: 11×14: ARS

Hall of History

I dreamt my oldest Son and I went to a museum of some kind. The outside of the building looked run down and the bricks were covered with colorful graffiti. We went inside and it was a huge hall of African-American historical figures and historical figures that changed the face of America. The ones I remember at this time are Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X,  and George Washington. There were many more that spanned the entire hall that was the length of a football field and the ceiling was high. The stories of these people played like microfilm but in the 21st century. They moved from right to left and I remember words written in red that were big and bold. Then the hall was full of friends and family having a banquet and it became very loud. The next part of this dream was seen in the fellowship hall of my church. . . 

Partially Naked

This past weekend I dreamt I was at a banquet dinner. Leaders and members of my church were in attendance. I was there with my oldest Son. I didn’t have anything covering the top half of my body. I didn’t realize I was partially naked. I was interacting with people and had my food. It wasn’t until I walked away from speaking with some of the leaders (two of which I consider mentors-women) that I became aware something was wrong. They were acting strange towards me. I sat down at a table with my son to eat and felt extremely uncomfortable because people were staring and whispering. I felt vulnerable like I used to when I was younger. We were sitting alone. It was then I realized I was partially naked but it didn’t feel like I was doing anything wrong just misunderstood, vulnerable, and lonely (nothing has changed BTW). ~END~

“You say you want a leader; but you can’t seem to make up your mind.” – Prince Rogers Nelson

The beginning is the end and the end is back to the beginning. That’s biblical and historical. Thank God our country has separation of church and state. Or does it? Just saying . . . Privacy matters, or does it? Opinions are a matter of privacy. Reformation is necessary. Learn something.

May God Forever bless the United States of America!! or is that an oxymoron?

Hmmm . . .

~Alicia R. Shipe~

OLLiE EyeZ #FaMe #WINC #SpiRiT of ST. LOUIS

Journal Entry: Sunday 03/24/2013 @ 1139

SpiRiT oF PRoPHeCY: 4

Last night, I again dreamt of family members. I was in my Grandma Ann’s house. I came down the stairs and my Granddad “Pinky” was in the kitchen. He walked to the entryway of the kitchen and told me that no one was there yet but they would be right back. He was completely whole with no brain damage (which he had in life as I knew him) and no dimensia. Then my Grandma Ann and my Uncle Glen appeared in her dining room. They were showing me pictures of family members. One was an 8 x 10 of my Mother and her Dad (my Granddad Raymond). Then there was a pic of a woman I’ve never seen (Aunt Flo). While I was looking at it I heard someone say, “She doesn’t know who it is.” I said it was my cousin Sharon who appeared in the dream sitting on a couch in the dining room. She was with my cousin DeBBie then the woman of the photo appeared also on this couch. I was standing while Grandma (I call her “SaSSiE ANNiE”) and Uncle Glen were sitting around the dining room table across from each other. Then, I said the woman in the photo was Debbie. The woman had long straight hair and an incredibly amazing bit smile with perfect teeth. She looked like my sister and my cousin JaKaRa. The woman said, “She doesn’t even know who I AM”. When I woke up, I asked my Dad what our Aunt Florence looked like.  He said she did look the WaY I DeSCriBeD Her.

I believe this has something to do with the dream I had of MY GreaT GranDMoTHeR RoSe ANNa CaReY SLoaNe and my feeling of writing a LeTTeR ‘To the FamiLY which I BELieVe IS OF THE LORD.

ToDaY, during my nap, I dreamt members of my church were moving things out of the sanctuary to a more personalized space (like an apartment). There was a space between the two where some were gathered. This building was not my actual church but everyone in the dream are people from my church. As some were carrying items through (in a line formation: ‘LINE EM UP-SACRIFICE/FALL), I was in that hallway with one older lady and another closer to my age worshipping the Lord. I felt guilty that I was not helping with the move. The older lady leaned against me and said something which I can’t remember. I think it was along the lines of I am where I’m supposed to be. Then, while still sitting and leaning against me, she looked at me, looked up, raised her hand up, and continued to worship. I also continued to worship and the other lady (closer to my age) never stopped; she was standing to the side. The chairs were in rows of two in a small space (probably only 6-2 in front, 2 in middle, and 2 in back).

Then, I went outside and the ground was covered with snow. There were people in a car who told me they wanted to speak with the Pastor. I went back in but into the place that all the stuff was moved to from the sanctuary. I sat at a table (white, long, lunch type table) and described the people to him. They had black thin robes [first thought was ‘templars’-don’t know why] with yellow “scarfs” [snarf-snarf/sniff-sniff] hanging down from around the neck. I told him I didn’t think what they wanted was of a good cause. He agreed and acted like he recognized who they were by my description. He left the room to get his BiBLe. I was going to The outside but one of them, a man, was standing at the door with a red mask. He took the mask off and said it was IMPoRTaNT they MeeT with MY PaSToR. I think there were four (2 m3n and 2 women). I felt like I should’ve gone beCauSe I did the part I was suPPoSeD to [ ; ] BuT I (chose) stayed. They had pamphlets [PaMPeRS] SeLLiNG [IN GOD/IMMANUEL] “authentic” baby ‘mangers’ including the one of Jesus. At that point, I stated I had stayed too long and should’ve left some time ago. I apologized for stePPiNG IN MY PaSToR’s personal area and left [go left/behind the cross is resurrection PoWeR/left is right AND right is left/same song ’round an ’round].

Other things I remember from this dream is climbing up an extremely small hill to get to my car and being exhausted, not finding my car because a white truck was in the parking space, members were outside behind the the truck consoling me that it is my vehicle but different and having a box with some of my personal stuff. There was an accident involving 3 cars which were minor and caused due to lack of movement out of IMPaTieNCe. I was trying to back up but no one in the accident would moVe because theY NeeDeD to GeT PRooF and/or let their caR WaS MoRe DaMaGED than it WAS – FiNaLLY/One DiD. I WAS aBLe 2 BaCK OuT!!

THiS IS A SoLDieR!!~!!!

~AliCia ReNee SHiPe~

Exodus 7:6-13 –Then Moses and Aaron did so; just as the Lord commanded them, so they did. And Moses was eighty years old and Aaron eighty-three years old when they spoke to Pharaoh. Then the Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron, saying, “When Pharaoh speaks to you, saying, ‘Show a miracle for yourselves,’ then you shall say to Aaron, ‘Take your rod and cast it before Pharaoh, and let it become a serpent.’ ” 10 So Moses and Aaron went in to Pharaoh, and they did so, just as the Lord commanded. And Aaron cast down his rod before Pharaoh and before his servants, and it became a serpent. 11 But Pharaoh also called the wise men and the sorcerers; so the magicians of Egypt, they also did in like manner with their enchantments. 12 For every man threw down his rod, and they became serpents. But Aaron’s rod swallowed up their rods. 13 And Pharaoh’s heart grew hard, and he did not heed them, as the Lord had said.