How Long it Takes for Mature Wisdom? (In That Day!)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/15/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How long it takes for mature wisdom?
How long it takes for tooth-sucking smarts?
How long for beyond carnal-mind seeing? (It all redounding to Christ-in-You!)
Never mind! Say all impatient hearts. (They say, we are all, & that’ll do!)
Converted yesterday? (Then does each:)
Off to Schemes-of-Your-Own-Seminary today!
Tomorrow: preach, teach and reach!
Does it turn out okay?
Pastors blinded by impatient decisions always say, Hurraye!
Simple memes for simple folk will do?
Christ crucified and all those endlessly repeated platitudes?
The uncomfortable-laugh joke or two?
Spatial-temporal considerations out? In: just baby foods?
Man is severely limited in capacity for true awareness,
Blinded by egoistic self-dealing that fogs judgment and religious brain,
Age, wisdom and history can expose a soul’s bareness,
If strict self discipline and reason exercised are esteemed in the main.
But proud, impatient hearts,
Hate light shining on their systemic, con-job appeals to the baseness in all men,
Thus the wise get no starts,
Even if the impatient could ask, where would the wise with them even begin?
Eyes to see, ears to hear, once the gift of God to elect, divine enablement gained,
Make self-evident: impatient-heart wolfish doctrines of fear, greed and laziness,
Impatient hearts cling to rapture, prosperity, slouch doxies: sub-teaching obtained,
Make (to the elect, self-evident) impatient-heart pastor careers of mad craziness.
How long it takes for mature wisdom?
How long it takes for tooth-sucking smarts?
How long for beyond carnal-mind seeing? (It all redounding to Christ-in-You!)
Never mind! Say all impatient hearts. (They say, we are all, & that’ll do!)
The Inescapable Dilemma of In That Day Teachings
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/17/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
In the 1962 “Music Man”, Marcellus Washburn says, “I heard you was in steam automobiles.” Conman Harold Hill replies, “I was…‘til someone actually invented one.”
I see, yet guide none.
I add, yet no sum,
I am, yet no one,
I live, yet am done.
Too early,
Too bad!
Too burly,
Too sad!
So I swim happily upstream,
In God’s wet, wild, vibrant, overflowing, creative, abundant, new river,
I live in that snappy dream,
Sheep, shepherds: stuck in excruciating, dried-blood, dry-fount quiver.
They wanted a baby’s puerile mind,
God gave them precisely what they wanted!
Babes over babes, it’s all you find,
Dead babes by dead babes: zombie-haunted!
I see, yet guide none.
I add, yet no sum,
I am, yet no one,
I live, yet am done.
The one thing they avoid,
They avoid well, (Each leader an unloving, panoply panjandrum!)
Maturity they null, void!
They abide hell. (Each leader loving their self-made conundrum!)
My Bride is Schizophrenic, I AM Not! (Especially In That Day!)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/13/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My bride is schizophrenic,
I AM not! (Especially, In That Day!)
Sometimes I think she is,
Not so hot! (What? A lie I cannot say!)
When she’s disconnected from reality,
And thinks I cannot ever see! (Say what?)
When she acts out feckless fealty,
And behaves immodest, too free. (Dare not!)
A few of my close bride groom friends,
Try to clue her in as to what she does widely, wildly wrong,
Then as a swine with pearls, she rends,
My friends, and what they say for Me. She’s pride-strong!
She lives in a bipolar, unreal, disconnected-from-Me, strange world,
Assuming bizarre things, instead of actually asking Me,
Shall I save her from the rat-mess, she has herself headstrong-hurled?
Oh, I’ve been there done that, and it didn’t set her free!
She protesteth too much when denying the obvious: She is big in charge!
Yet always bragging about her marriage impending to Me!
Serving herself, but veiling it, yet thru orphans and widows, living large!
Even before rings exchanged, she thinks: She controls Me?
Though My bride is schizophrenic, it will be okay,
(She’ll learn!) I AM cannot ever be: I Ain’t!
When she sees my Teachings for her In That Day,
(She’ll learn!) Tho BAM! At first she’ll faint!
You see, she thinks she now controls, (Oh so fine!)
An “Outer Limits” groom-brain-shrinking, mystery-made-for-her machine,
Dialing out what’s smart from souls, (Even Mine!)
So that she, dumbed-down, lords over the wise? She’s the mother of mean!
Schizophrenia is a horrible disease,
I can and may cure, (Like the Zombies sang: She’s not There!)
But the diagnosis makes her freeze,
She’s way too sure! (The universe must know: Does she care?)
Leaving Breadcrumb Trails for Algernon… In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/12/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(Flowers for Algernon is a 1958 science fiction story of a mouse & man who got smart.)
Everywhere it’s Algernon coops of mice,
Disbelieving in upgraded, enhanced Christianity 2.0,
Dumbed-down mice, cats in loops of vice,
Evangelical entranced faith in low-downgrade woe.
In That Day Teachings here, there, everywhere,
Are leaving breadcrumb trails for Algernon,
Sub-taught mice now refuse to think or dare,
Christ-in-You we hail, and must now come!
Algernon was the mouse in the short,
Story who could scientifically be I. Q.-soared way, way up!
Something small-brained cats abort,
In mice they eat. Their meal-brains must be boarded up!
Yes, it is Church Clericalism Gone Wild!
Boats leak, preachers dumb-down: It’s the sad but essential nature of things,
Church oft begets the Devil’s own child,
What oath did these wolves fail to take? Their cracked bell too oft rings.
Wolves now in spot where nasty push comes to nasty shove,
Each head of corrupt house: mostly Devil-bet sold,
Thinking of mortgage, spouse, kids, private jet dream above!
Not breadcrumb trails for Algernon, new yet old.
Everywhere it’s Algernon coops of mice,
Disbelieving in upgraded, enhanced Christianity 2.0,
Dumbed-down mice, cats in loops of vice,
Evangelical entranced faith in downgrade woe.
What would happen, pray tell,
If mice should eat In That Day’s breadcrumb trails for poor Algernon?
Then mice would escape cell!
Bad doxie out, good in… ushering Christ-in-You Mind: God’s Son!
But it’s too much to ask,
Say the shepherds of quid-pro-quo, self-saturated, exaggerated excellence,
They’re so busy at task,
Sweeping breadcrumb trails from Algernon mice, noses full of scents.
Who, Pray Tell, Was and Is a Friend to In That Day Teachings?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
“Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.”– Dietrich Bonhoeffer
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11 KJV
When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good. 1 Cor. 13:11 The Message
Having neither decency, nor kindness, (yikes!) nor reason,
Churchianity has inspected… and found most wanting,
In That Day Teachings. Elmer Gantry types call it treason,
Far too intelligent, too loving for preachers’ vaunting.
No, no. The sad-hurtful truth is,
In That Day Teachings require a brain,
(Hypocrites think, but miss this!)
And that brain is absent in the main.
Oh say, that the body of Christ loved laws,
Was generally intelligent and somewhat moral!
Nay, its leaders set themselves up for awes,
And mesmerize using tricks of eyes and oral.
Upton Sinclair’s philosophy-examining Elmer Gantry book,
Is a wise and intelligent and hypocrisy-revealing, great mindscape piece,
In That Day Teachings’ philosophy-examining galaxy look,
Of Third Millennium shenanigan Churchianity tells wolves to cease.
In no uncertain terms, (Is it so surprising?)
In That Day Teachings tell soporific wolves to cease,
Preachers with worms, (Most hypnotizing!)
Have now, with In That Day Teachings, no peace.
But since that genius is seldom ever recognized,
In a genius’ current lifetime,
None want a living prophet to say, You, sir, lied!
Wolves never confess grime!
And what about Christ-in-You?
Yes, what about Him, Him Who: behold, can – and really does – come now!
This prophet knows it is true,
Proud wolves won’t let Him come, for to Him they’re too proud to bow.
And the pressure, the great pressure! (Over days, over years, over time!)
Of In That Day’s tomes of poems exposing church’s parasitic, spurious bunk!
Social good and enlightenment sure, (Necessarily in quaint, sad rhyme!)
But they don’t overcome infinite banality and evil’s blinding-seminary junk.
Perhaps In That Day’s love and delightful, highest light,
Is not for this present, vex-able, wicked time,
Preachers loathe one thing with rigid-righteous might,
Being forced into God’s flexible sunshine.
In That Day Teachings’ books are closing,
This is about the end, (Its indwelt creation-dance, nigh on over!)
A prophet came while church was posing,
And who was friend? (Who awakens of trance, who comes over?)
It all boils down to simply this, (Christianity 1.0, man’s endless loop soup!)
Wolves, charlatans, Elmer Gantry’s won’t honor a human Christ-in-You!
They keep world far from bliss, (Christianity 2.0, God’s river news scoop!)
Now children, with full pantry of enhanced worldview, what’ll you do?
Will you wait for the author to hurry and die?
So you can then say, He did not lie!
In That Day Teachings – Oh my what a my!
Christ-in-You: Hello! Or goodbye?
Whether celebrated or, with much hatred, forgotten,
Much more of God’s mind for this day has been revealed,
Moreover, God’s Word once again being begotten,
Don’t test the consequences of closing it, making it sealed.
The work is done,
And done as it should,
Christ-in-You: fun,
Christ-in-You: good.
Who’s Not Allowed, Anyway?... In That Day!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/02/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Who’s not allowed?
Although he is obviously right!
Who’s not allowed?
Though his points have might!
Who’s not allowed?
He causes such scary fright!
Who’s not allowed?
His posts deleted off site!
Who’s not allowed?
His light is too bright!
Who’s not allowed?
Keep him out of sight!
Who’s not allowed?
Wolves call him blight!
Who’s not allowed?
He loses each fight!
The rare, rebuking-bold prophet,
Heralding the quick-come-now Christ-in-You!
Is proudly, permanently, perfectly NOT allowed,
‘Cause they’ve got God in pocket,
Hell and Death won’t follow, they’ll tell you!
The wolves, ALL puerile-besot, sheep allowed.
God’s Endless (and Rube-less) Kingdom Lost for a Grain of Salt!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/30/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
A kingdom can be lost for want of a grain of salt,
Multitudes taught by leaders to not check for fault,
Sheep “Uggha-Amen!” leaders they dutifully exalt,
Troglodyte! (leaders want their sheep!) Whose fault?
In That Day, poems seem to break thru crust,
In That Day, leaders think such poems: a bust,
In That Day, stupid sheep: the Mandarin’s lust,
In That Day, see shenanigans! God says are dust.
No! No! End times prophecy endless says,
Listen to our Gnostic, factoid, endless maze,
You’ll never get it, the point of our endless craze,
“The end is near!” our phrase to put all in endless daze.
A kingdom can be lost for want of a grain of salt,
Multitudes taught by leaders to not check for fault,
Sheep “Uggha-Amen!” leaders they dutifully exalt,
Troglodyte! (leaders want their sheep!) Whose fault?
Describing When: That’ll Be the Day, In That Day!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/22/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Pastors, preachers, teachers: Behold!
The ideas of In That Day Teachings’ rebuking prophet,
Won’t go away, won’t e’er get old!
You’ve shut them out. Like Pharisees: you mock it!
You think it is enough to go to seminaries,
And as proof, you say that people do listen to you,
And God says it’s same as belief in fairies,
Your listeners have only smallest Christ-in-You!
Aye, that’s the rub,
In That Great Day,
Pastors must scrub,
Bad doxie away.
When people get great gobs of Christ-in-You,
From pastors, who – from wrong doxie – have turned away,
Honor will come unto whom honor is due,
God-Good redounds unto God-Good: That’ll be the Day!
Pastors, want to know just what Pharisees heard,
When Jesus to them plainly spoke?
Then read In That Day’s poems you think absurd,
You’ll get God’s sublime joke!
Them that cannot spiritually see,
Cannot, cannot, cannot ever see… ‘til, by paying a price, they can!
Sight isn’t majority vote or free,
It comes at the extraordinary price of religious pride. Understand?
One great body of work, a magnum opus,
Is necessarily lengthy and difficult and wholly just what it is!
Hard to swallow, but gives real hope: us,
Christ-in-You, never easy, but In That Day Teachings’ biz!
Aye, that’s the rub,
In That Great Day,
Pastors must scrub,
Bad doxie away.
When people get great gobs of Christ-in-You,
From pastors, who – from wrong doxie – have turned away,
Honor will come unto whom honor is due,
God-Good redounds unto God-Good: That’ll be the Day!
You see, once these profound precepts, lines and truths have been delved,
And established: And they have! And therein is great power!
Multitudes shall come to Christ-in-You. Such truth can never be shelved,
Pastors, come out of small thinking and cold love this hour!
So, just where is your godly faith?
Fearful pastors without power, without love, without a sound mind?
Christ-in-You: NOW! God saith,
That’ll be the day, come thru In That Day Teachings, faith can find!
Oh yes, that’ll really be the day,
When you let toxic-wrong teachings from deadly seminaries in you die!
Good God! That’ll be the day,
When real Christ-in-You, with power, love and sound mind: lives nigh!
Who’s Paid to Neither See nor Think Well? And Who Pays?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/20/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Luke 11:52 Woe to you lawyers (experts…)! For you have taken away the key to knowledge; you did not go in yourselves, [and learn even the first thing about Christ-in-You, whom you would never honor in another, and therefore cannot yet have in yourselves] and you [therefore] hindered and prevented those who were entering.
Isaiah 28:8 For all tables are full of vomit and filthiness, so that there is no place clean.
Who says? Money-love is the root of evil; give it, give it, give it NOW… to me!
Who says? We must believe in the Christ nominal, just the nominal ONLY the nominal (and synchronically, despise the actual Christ-in-You): to be free!
Who says? We never met a prophet (and never will meet) who didn’t (or won’t) entertain thee! (‘Cause prophets backslap the clericalism crowd with glee!)
Who says? We never police ourselves, of this certain (and you can bank your eternity on it) thing: we’re need free! Yes, absolutely need free!
Who says? Sure, the politicians enslave us (we don’t understand their wiles!), but to church (where you’ll see our smiles!): quick-quick hurry!
Who says? A man named Mesmer teaches us nothing! Nothing! Nothing! (Wake up on three!) Nothing ever. Don’t you worry! (And: one, two, three!)
Who says? You all sin! But never question your leader, who by his own definition is sinless, surely, surely, thus saith who? You sin, we don’t: surely!
Who says? Leaders exist to narrow their followers’ vision ‘til it’s blurry! (And then, followers are blind to self-dealing leader’s flurry! What, us worry?)
Who says? God loves His shepherds just so: A self-exalting, irredeemable, self-enhancing, uncorrectable-by-anybody-and-anything: murk-brained slurry!
Who says? You must think outside the box, to keenly see a shepherd’s moxie.
Who says? It’s not hard to out think bad shepherds; but if you do: they’ll hate you like poxy! (If they only knew: their stupor is caused by very bad doxie!)
Who says? How long can dumbed-down shepherds NEVER come to correction? As long as shepherds are paid well to swim in THEIR vomit-of-thought sea.
Listening in: How Bad Dogs Dominate the Conversation
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/14/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Luke 11:52 Woe to you lawyers (experts…)! For you have taken away the key to knowledge; you did not go in yourselves, [and learn even the first thing about Christ-in-You, whom you would never honor in another, and therefore cannot yet have in yourselves] and you [therefore] hindered and prevented those who were entering.
Listen to this conversation sneakily recorded,
Inside pastors of significant renown,
Between their Good and Bad Dogs boarded,
Inside their spirit brain’s crown!
Our pastor is strangely stuck, stuck, stuck!
Speaking from Major Fifth to Minor Third!
So calm, but so spiritually bad, said Dog Good.
Ooh, that means we’re in luck, luck, luck!
It’s the hidden way of death most preferred!
Shut up, it’s my perfect, said Bad Dog, food!
I know that you like to eat it, said Good Dog,
But there’s a prophet-maestro wanting to correct our pastor!
A prophet? I’ll defeat it! Said the Dog Hog,
Said Good Dog, But prophets appear to prevent disaster!
Said Good Dog, He’ll get our host,
To speak from Major Fifth to High Eight!
Said Bad Dog, Here is MY boast,
We’ll ignore prophet until it’s too late!
Another Good Dog in another milk pastor,
Said, We are drowning, drowning in a lake!
Now comes a prophet-lifeguard, us, swimming after!
Then the Bad Dog said, Who is Master?
I AM! And drowning is a piece of cake!
We shall drown and call it brimming laughter.
Another Good Dog in the soul of a man of the cloth,
Said, We are burning, burning, burning to death!
A prophet-fireman has a hose, and it is wonderfully wet!
The Bad Dog said, I’m flame to this prophet-moth,
Who’s fed most? I control our host! So I saith,
We shall stay in the fire, fire being our bountiful bet!
Another Good Dog in a pastor of a large, growing church enclave,
Said, We’re shot up, shot up with many a bullet hole!
Our host pastor is shot thru with doctrinal lies!
A prophet-warrior comes with shield and salve! He’s so brave!
Said Bad Dog, Shut up! I control our pastor’s soul!
It’s best our pastor’s soul, in ignorance, dies.
A thousand times a thousand pastors do this,
In perfect, arrogant, almost willful, stupid bliss,
Saying no to the prophet, whom they miss,
Letting Bad Dogs bark out death’s full wish.
But you know, when a lifeguard swims far out and saves,
A beachgoer stuck in a hidden, death-zone, life-swallowing riptide,
It humiliates the swimmer’s ego’s internal driven waves,
Too many pastors drown themselves, and flock, to save their pride.
Too many pastors allow themselves to die inside,
They think life’s futile, and defeated, wait for heaven,
God hates what they preach, which is death and all mirth dying,
Too many pastors hate Christ-in-You’s great ride,
A lifetime of maturing growth that stops bad leaven,
Paul’s meat! Power! Love! A Sound Mind: all worth buying!
No, in voices stuck from Major Fifth to Minor Third,
Dead-soul pastors teach mostly about just death,
Life for them and their sheep is most horrid and lurid,
Prophets want them clean, but they choose meth.
Life IS beautifully significant,
Because Christ-in-You makes us come alive!
Bad Dogs think this: a rant,
Good Dogs must defeat their Bad Dog’s jive!
How about it, pastors, how about it?
How about you stop feeding that fat Bad Dog inside you!
Your time is up! Don’t doubt it,
Prophets correct you. Let prophets do what prophets do.
Because a certain prophet,
Has gained a certain truth,
About how rigidity left and holy flexibility came to excruciated Job,
Hear him, and you’ll profit, (Hip Hooray!)
Else without Christ-in-You, (In That Day!)
Your empty platforms force the universe to empty your frontal lobe.
Of Course! (Of Course, In That Day…)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/07/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Of course!
The clerisy ignored, ignores and will ignore the truths of In That Day,
Of course!
The clerisy always has something else much more important to say.
Of course!
The clerisy’s conversation to all, yes all, is just one-way, (always as diodes)
Of course!
How the clerisy says it all was, is and will be: must stay. (causing die-loads!)
Of course!
The clerisy: from wrong doxie, from death-seminary, will never sway,
Of course!
Fear, greed and laziness, smothered in pride, are their menu: fey.
Of course!
Stuck in Christianity 1.0, their endlessly repeated, vain Milky Way,
Of course!
Never up for 2.0, which is steak, meaning meat, Paul’s Highway.
Of course!
The clerics won’t see whilst getting its won’t-see-pay,
Of course!
It’s too much to ask clerics, “Think: what you bray?”
Of course!
Clerics will never let anyone tell their hubristic, overlord egos: Nay!
Of course!
Un-humbled, uncorrected, dark: Of Christ-in-You they bring no ray.
Of course!
Clerics preach incessantly, of near, so near: God’s great coming pay,
Of course!
Clerics won’t find new-Ancient Paths, from truth they must stray!
Of course!
Clerics beat up their faith, in bad doctrines, in which they stay,
Of course!
They HATE In That Day Teachings, these they HATE: yea.
Of course!
Prophetic rebuke they avoid, no correction they will weigh,
Of course!
God wants their attention: But to Him, they now say: Nay!
Of course!
God loves the clerics, but their spirits, with Him, are NOT okay,
Of course!
God’s grace to them has time limits, discover this they may.
Of course!
Clerics may rue how In That Day, they never once said: Yea,
Of course!
If God is in these Teachings, Christ-in-You comes today!
Of course!
To clerics, Christ is always, always: never come, but a moment away,
Of course!
So God must give what they want, desolation’s empty-Spirit sleigh.
Of course!
It doesn’t have to be this God-forsaken way!
Of course!
It actually is Christ-in-You’s In That Day!
Of course!
The whole world waits, groaning, to hear what clerics say,
Of course!
Will they, or others, usher in Christ-in-You, NOW! yea?
Of course!
Clerics think hubristically none but godly themselves can show the way,
Of course!
Do not they misapprehend God, In That Day and Christ-in-You, nay?
Of course!
Christ will have great man-indwelt, problem solving: In That Day, hurray!
Of course!
With or without clerics, Christ-in-You comes quickly, eyes to see, Grade A.
Of course!
It’s sad, clerics to date, keep saying of this conversation: Double-darn: Nay!
Of course!
God waits with Abraham, for one, just one, one to say: Yes! And Yea!
Well, few have bought what I have sold,
But please! Listen, anyway!
2/15/2013 update to Book # 2, In That Day Teachings
No Angels to Organize Anything, Part 1 – Carnally and generally speaking, there are no angels to organize anything. In other words, sans-angels: corruption in leadership runneth amok! This is simply a mature understanding of what James Madison said in Federalist Papers #51, “But the great security against a gradual concentration of the several powers in the same department, consists in giving to those who administer each department the necessary constitutional means and personal motives to resist encroachments of the others. The provision for defense must in this, as in all other cases, be made commensurate to the danger of attack. Ambition must be made to counteract ambition. The interest of the man must be connected with the constitutional rights of the place. It may be a reflection on human nature, that such devices should be necessary to control the abuses of government. But what is government itself, but the greatest of all reflections on human nature? If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place oblige it to control itself. A dependence on the people is, no doubt, the primary control on the government; but experience has taught mankind the necessity of auxiliary precautions.” Clericalism tends to forget clerics are not angels, while creating drone-rubes who are happy to endlessly be told how sheep sin but their leaders magically don’t. Evangelicals tend to think themselves angels. Yet, no man is. Always remember to “look behind the curtain,” to watch the other hand of your leader and especially do not trust any leader who says you mustn’t be ever vigilant against the possibility that leader can hide self-dealing and apotheosis himself more than a little. Pride goes before the fall, and leaders who think themselves angels are guaranteed to fall. We want leaders humble enough to say, “Sometimes, I’m wrong, so check me! Even I can be blind and wrong at times, so help me not run sheep into a ditch!” We want no leaders who say, “I and therefore we are right, and therefore they are wrong, absolutely and always so, unquestioned… and any who dare question my leadership, are also wrong.” We need humble leaders who take correction and who are ever mindful that they are not angels, and tell their sheep so and insist they know so to fight corruption.
No Angels to Organize Anything, Part 2 – Since there are no angels to carnally organize anything for us, Alexander Hamilton said it is a given that humans “are ambitious, vindictive and rapacious.” Any pastor reading this might think such a description applies to known televangelists who have imploded, but certainly not their own ambitions for mega-dom. You see, In That Day Teachings ascribes to the “Tragic View” of life that is the Western understanding. It has caused 5,000 years of uplift. Modern Evangelical Churchianity generally subscribes to a “Therapeutic View” of life, which believes the next three-point book from liberal-leaning pastor is somehow “life changing” to the upside, but when taken as a whole with decades of such books, a therapeutic book can actually be decline-accelerating. The West started with God’s communication with Hebrews in the bible, following along with the Greek record of philosophical thinking, then Jesus and Gothic Christianity’s new order, along with Roman civilization’s precepts, with further maturing of Western thought to include its Tragic View: these things have created tremendous advancement. The future belongs to the West, and Churchianity is decades if not a century behind in thinking and believing so, having been thoroughly corrupted by Progressivism, which involves utopian schemes resulting in retardation of skepticism and subsequent death on a mass scale. (See Twentieth Century Germany, Japan, Russia and China.) It is time for Churchianity to grow up, to be mentally armed against rube-makers and stop contributing to foolish decline. Western thought is self-correcting, a thing Churchianity forgot. Western thought is worth it. The idea that there are no angels to organize anything, therefore we restrain natural corruption of clerical and political leaders, is an idea worth dying for because it is worth living for. It is a grand idea. Progressive-saturated Churchianity believes unobtainable utopian schemes and attendant lies told to extract money from rube-made drones who can’t question who owns the nondom assets they are told to tithe and give their all. Truth is harder, but better. Trust, but verify is a good worldview.
Explaining Habakkuk’s Hiccup, In That Day!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/10/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Ye would not believe if you were told,
Said Habakkuk of In That Day,
Well, few have bought what I have sold,
But please! Listen, anyway!
Came the great information boom,
TV channels, computers, smart phones galore!
Folks went to fundamental gloom,
With Islam, with the American religion whore!
American popular religion’s gone through many iterations,
Most of them quite insane,
In That Day Teachings heralds their various tarnations,
Most of them: a bane.
When and how did this apotheosis occur?
That nondom ministers became uncorrectable-deified?
Not one can be dethroned, that’s for sure!
Who owns the nondoms, to which drones have tithed?
These nondom leaders each have two dogs in them, Good, Bad,
So, which one of them wins?
The one fed, by tithes, by rube-making, by wiles: gone rad,
Thus: In That Day begins!
Nondom pastors just can’t, no can’t believe!
Can’t believe their success-cons made them bad!
They read “In That Day” but can’t grieve!
Though truth be told them, they can’t be sad!
Why? Why can’t they,
Weep, wail and howl?
Which dog (?) are they,
Controlled by: foul!
Inside these nondom pastors, beaming proud of their success,
Is one weak, starved, abused, battered: good-dog child,
Overrun, dominated by a big, bad dog: wild in excess,
These bad dog spirits won’t be rebuked, or defiled!
When In That Day Teachings speak,
To these pastors of self-blinding, gross-apotheosis apostasy,
Their bad spirits play weak,
And see nothing, while abusing the good in them lost, see?
Stranger than strange,
But young under-pastors, it explains why you’re so rotten abused!
This explains pain,
Your young wives see, if you stay, senior pastors to bad are fused!
And many seers have seen this,
But who has seen the full way up and out?
Christ-in-You, our near bliss,
In That Day Teachings have remedy, shout!
But wait! Wait! You say,
Baby doctrine says no Christian can ever have any bad demons, right?
What was Christ’s way?
He cast them out, spoke to them, them to Him. He knew the fight!
It’s a little more complicated,
Than self-dealing, baby-doctrine church leader says,
Intelligence accelerated,
In That Day Teachings: God’s Christ-in-You ways.
Get ahold Habakkuk’s hiccup,
Happening now, In That Day!
Young pastors, give old up!
Be warrior poets, okay?
Study, yes study! Study! Study!
In That Day Teachings now,
Get your brain-knuckles bloody!
Poem, by poem, vow!
Do not get your nose,
Too out of joint!
For buried in prose,
God’s own point!
Anything! Anything! Anything! Anything!
Anything, dearest God, you say,
In prayer you pastors say, Another thing bring!
To these prayers God says, Nay!
The wise Teachings for In That Day,
Are for the first part, just about done,
Who knows the brave man’s way?
Time for Christ-in-You, God’s Son.
Study, study, study and be approved,
Get out bad doxies, self-dealing, blinding dogs!
Work with God and be ye moved,
In with good doxies, out with grinding hawgs!
No? You would much rather tell rubes,
Yes, you’d rather tell rubes to stop sinning?
Well, you can make more ice cubes,
But you’ll miss God’s great new beginning!
But your throats choke,
On honoring In That Day Teachings by name?
And author bloke?
It’s just your pride, pride in the main!
There is a ginormous guillotine of pride,
Between the milk and the meat!
Go on, take pride’s slow death-train ride,
Eagles pick death off you, neat!
And, oh, yes!
All of this is an awesome and great thing!
My guess,
Best, saved for last! Know what I mean?
Has Church Turned into Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Hey! Did you hear?
Church has turned into Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island!
You’re wrong, I fear!
It’s not church, but society: that’s in mire-land!
No! “Get naked,
And pray with spouse!” is what the preacher said,
Gawd forsaked!
No preacher could be sane, THAT in his head!
Hey! Cannonball,
Right into baptismal tank, same preacher allowed!
You lie, with gall!
No sane preacher could have THIS avowed!
Hey! Did you hear?
Church has turned into Pinocchio’s Treasure Island!
Is it truth, mere?
If so, did it host football super-sin-o-rama guile-land?
Yes! As a matter of veritable fact,
In greed for noses, it hosts insanity all the time!
Nay! They are donkeys in redact,
Indeed, Treasure Island Church in pantomime.
Hey! You think,
They’ll ever take correction or ever learn a lesson?
Nay! They drink,
Their pride ego, it is poison, Satan’s very best one.
Are In That Day Teachings a Gross, Unworthy Phantasm?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/31/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Are In That Day Teachings a gross, unworthy phantasm?
Yes, how do preachers think so! (Not reading old posits proved true!)
And no-account, existing for erudite sarcasm?
Yet, how do preachers know so? (Incapable of concentrating thru?)
Weird preachers who cannonball,
Their own baptismal tank: rough! (Who could make this stuff up?)
And tell spouses: clothes off all,
And pray to God in rank: buff! (Their doctrines: mucked up?)
Nakedly, brazenly idiotic, (When will they be through?)
These preachers aimlessly, baby-style preach!
In That Day: despotic? (Forget: Christ-in-You?)
They, truth, amazingly: can’t maybe reach?
Are In That Day Teachings a gross, unworthy phantasm? (Revere its tomes!)
Time, it will tell! (They just can’t man it?)
And already does, with each preacher’s new, bad spasm, (Seek high poems!)
Hope: it ends well… (For them, how can it?)
Weep! Wail! And howl!
Until we do hear that, (We must see leaders commit to pride guillotines!)
In That Day fouls,
As pride keeps it flat. (Lest we think God doesn’t mean what he means!)
My Name is James Tiberius Kirk (In That Day!)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/23/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My name is James Tiberius Kirk,
My crew and the Enterprise are bold,
I have a story. It’s berserk!
The most frightful one I’ve told!
We discovered about a million spaceships,
(This got me reeling!) Inside this one, really big spaceship!
Inside, leaders controlled brain-space: hip,
Self-dealing: each leader talked with drone-ship paid lip.
Meaning, a thousand leaders each had,
A thousand follower, paying spaceships full of beings,
But gleaning, each leader we knew: bad,
Never outside big, containing ship: ever once seeing!
Only a thousand leaders mocking,
Their thousand-spaceship flocks with innocent beings inside,
Never, the universe: take-stocking,
Just dumbing-down all, for internal, useful-idiot ride.
Get out of your big spaceship, you misled fools!
There’s beautiful, undiscovered country to see!
Kirk! They said, you dare break our fixed rules?
You cannot set whom we imprison: free!
Then I learned that most rulers clerical,
Are congenital: born mainly to enslave,
And make-rubes, dumb-down, are heretical,
Overlord and mind-rape each knave.
Why, oh God, do,
Right-lip-half-smart tyrants on Intelligence Bell Curve,
Always us: screw?
Right-hip, they think they are: with bellicose verve!
Milk Churchianity,
Occupies minds and money in nugatory, endless-vain loop,
Steak non-insanity,
Creates Christ-in-You, as God’s invisible-to-most: stoop.
The unexplored territory,
Of Christ-in-You,
Takes bold temerity,
In That Day: true!
My name is Kirk,
You don’t have to believe me,
Just go to church,
And with eyes to see, see.
And test, test as would my logical, Vulcan friend Spock,
In That Day Teachings: study and test!
Over time test its precepts: barrel, stock and lock,
Time proves what’s true of God’s best!
Come along, boldly where,
Not too many men or women have gone before or even ever dare!
With courage, then fare,
Behold, In That Day, which this time is, Christ-in-You: there!
Nicodemus Was Right! But Can You Follow His Example?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/18/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Nicodemus was right,
He came to Jesus, at night,
Pastors, control fright,
Love seize us, all right?
The True-Way Ones,
Who, in the Wilderness, (not you) have found it,
Added great sums,
Ate ugly truths, then: God’s love abounded!
Such an Ones,
Can never, really, to your church come! (And there’s spiritual reason!)
It’s you, sons,
Like Nicodemus, out-of-Dodge, run! (Tough to see and meet Sun!)
Drink a super-sized gulp,
Of courage and call, drop by!
Ones who’ve crossed gulf,
Drop by. Say, It’s me! Hi!
You’re the busiest men, (and women!)
This We know, yes, on Earth!
But here’s your big sin, (BIG SIN!)
What you want, can’t birth!
You can’t birth what you,
Know: what you have been born to do, (Ah, such missed bliss!)
Bring quick: Christ-in-You,
By not giving prophet his due! (Are you gettin’ this?)
Come, walk in the park,
Or spend some time on the phone, (We know, you are tired of milk!)
Leap! Bridge the arc!
Find, be changed: steak to the bone! (Required: True prophetic ilk!)
Oh yes, you cannot usher in,
In That Day without calling it precisely that! (Boy, the cost is so high!)
Humility, how to begin,
Christ-in-You wears a different-shaped hat. (Rather your spirit die?)
A lot, a lot of the old has to burn! Burn! Yes, burn!
Creep one foot in, one out won’t work!
You want, but don’t pay price, (and still you yearn!)
Deep inner pride, you won’t give dirk.
If you can’t kill your own pride,
Then give an Enlightened One a call,
It’s how you remove pride’s ride,
It’s exactly how you make pride fall.
Even you, a true preacher,
Don’t know it all! (As this poet-writer did, so do the same!)
How to be higher teacher?
Let pride fall! (Poets-become-prophetic: won’t maim!)
Nicodemus, in fact, did it,
And you can too! (Gee, what was Nick’s later, awesome reward?)
So, religious pride: rid it,
Get Christ-in-You! (Honored, anointed as Son’s final body guard?)
Learn, like the great Nicodemus,
You’ve preached about him long enough!
Be him! Not disingenuous,
Behold! Living in In That Day’s tough!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Telling your emaciated sheep: same-old, milk-bible stories,
That you flop!
In life, you flop! Nay: Love Nicodemus, learn his mores!
Live! Live the ancient stories of greatest good,
By being shadow’s length near the infamous Ones you avoid!
Do, stop just preaching about, what you should,
Be ye percolated by being spirit-deliverance: annoyed!
Blessed are they who are not offended (and you are not?) by Me,
You think: doesn’t apply to you? You think it doesn’t apply to you?
Visit the Ones in Whom I’m free! Visit, in Whom I’m free!
Take a chance. Prove whom God (yes, it’s hot!) does imbue.
Your office, your church, your spiritual geography: NO!
Enlightened Ones can’t enlighten you there, (In That Day, Dark or Light?)
Try their place, their park, their spiritual geography: so,
It’s the price to get clerical pride laid bare. (That Christ-in-You: Might!)
The Awful Chase of the Creatures of Preachers, In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/13/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I have a dreadful story,
I have a such dreadful tale,
It’s full of pain and glory,
It could make you wail!
It’s the Awful Chase of the Creatures,
Of Preachers, In That Day!
For you, I skip the bloody features,
But first put child away!
One time in a dark, dank forest glen,
On a rainy, ice-cold, moonless night,
I ran beside running preachers when,
They filled me full of madcap fright!
It’s behind us! Gaining! Gaining!
Monsters are behind us, we daren’t look!
Us, it will be maiming! Maiming!
We won’t look back. We are full shook!
Being somewhat prophetic, I looked behind them,
Sure enough, I saw monsters that would grind them,
But strangely, I somehow didn’t mind them,
But I had no light, no light, no light to blind them!
Then I saw God and the Devil,
Sitting by a lit up, pine-scented, tall Christmas tree,
Then I sat with Good and Evil,
Together we sat and had tea and scones, we three!
Meanwhile, the preachers made large, oval laps,
Running from monsters faster and faster!
On grand, but futile, self-exalting maps,
That spelled for them only disaster!
Occasionally, a monster would his preacher reach,
And devour the preacher perfect whole!
Never once did preacher turn or seek,
The monster raving hungry for his soul!
I asked Satan, what have you done?
Satan said, Of this I kid you not!
Neither God nor I made this, son!
We’ve made no monster rot!
Who made them? God!
And why are those monsters so bad?
The secret’s odd,
Said God, Their wiles made them rad!
Whose wiles made what?
Devil, God: Are you pulling my leg?
Preachers’ wiles are hot!
They said. It is the chicken’s egg!
Talk straight to me,
I’m prophetic and I want to help them verily,
Well, you are free!
They said to me. They spoke quite merrily.
I ran back beside the preachers running,
From their monsters gaining closer,
I said, I had a meeting: stunning,
I am a prophet! I am no poser!
I said, Monsters: take a breather!
While I stop and talk to these preachers you’ve made frightfully sweaty,
I said, Preachers, stop! Be freer!
While I explain the madness of your infinite ocean of madness eddy.
We’ll not listen!
Said the preachers preoccupied,
We’re not missing,
Anything! They, to a man, lied.
Again, they ran!
Again, I ran!
Monsters ran!
All ran!
The preachers said we want to couple,
Couple up with awesome power!
We’ll up the bet more than double,
That’s what we want this hour!
We’ll make a deal! With God, we’ll deal!
Or even the Devil, with great zeal!
We’ll make a deal with Muslims real,
Any deal will help us, we feel!
No it won’t, you foolish egos,
Face it, you’re still going to get et!
By pride, that’s how it goes,
It’s your wiles you haven’t met!
It’s your own Wile-Monsters,
Monsters each of you has made!
See how pride’s fount stirs!
Sons eat fathers in parade!
Frustrated, I ran back to tea,
With the Devil, God and myself,
Woe! Woe! Oh, woe is me,
The prophetic is on the shelf!
The Devil asked God,
If he could explain the situation more precise to me,
God gave him the nod,
The Devil said, It’s not hard with clear eyes to see.
Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely,
Even so, preachers deem their absolution: supercilious more important!
So then absolute absolution corrupts more resolutely,
Creating Wile-Monsters consuming their inventors: sore-abortant!
Their absolute absolution does this?
Said God and the Devil, Yes! Every time!
In That Day, they can’t see this?
Perhaps, said God and the Devil, in rhyme.
So there you have it,
Why, for example, the House-of-Glass Cathedral is owned by Catholics,
Thus, I’ve mapped it,
For preachers, peradventure, with nervous, monsters-are-behind-us tics.
But who would believe,
A prophet would, with God and Devil, have tea?
I’ll give you reprieve,
I would have drunk coffee if it was me!
Honestly, this situation is so bizarre eternally,
It is too hard even to think it! (What did Lady Astor say to old Churchill?)
If you were married to me, I’d poison your tea!
If married to you, I’d drink it! (With these truths, what does Church will?)
What does the Church will,
In (this) That Day?
Run from monsters until,
Monsters slay?
Or perhaps great-learn a better, smarter habit,
Now that the cold, hard in-cement truth: Church has it?
The steak purpose, Christ-in-You, to grab it,
But first, slay inner demon Milk-Monsters: That’s it!
How Can the Prophets Prophesy Lies at Every Year’s End?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How can the prophets prophesy lies,
At every year end’s message?
The same package, the same size?
Lies on lies! My guess is.
The main lie,
Being,
Prophets-high,
Seeing!
The standard-schooled prophet,
Has year end, nugatory message the same for fifty years, (such blight!)
Davids in caves: the topic,
Dreadnaught champions who’ll come out and stop tears! (yeah, right!)
Always, It is coming! (the sketch,)
And never come!
While church remains a wretch,
In sum.
Never mind the wiles of emotionalism and ever-present: big money-grubbing,
Or complete absence of healthy, intelligent skepticism,
Each wolf-leader, on major stones of God’s High Truth, his toe is stubbing,
Never mind the truth on which great truth is risen.
The Tragic View truth that man is fallen,
Especially the leader who tells you so!
Leaders can hide their sins against sheep they’re mauling,
Prophets have winked at wolves whose sins grow!
The drought prophesying just goes,
On and on,
No weeping, no wailing. Just: shows,
Beyond gone.
Shows of a) Showmanship, b) Stage Hypnotism,
And then c) Misdirection and d) Suggestion: Contribute, e’er: contribute!
Brain-blows of what works in psychic mysticism,
Hellish-Satanic witchcraft, rube-making, wily-coyoteism this all salutes.
Nothing is more unholy-unmanly,
Than prophetic schools of thought gone quite rogue,
Each prophet a scared nanny,
Because a true man-of-war of God is not right-vogue.
The ratio: Four-hundred Deceived,
To the one who can correct what’s wrong,
So, Four-Hundred: be ye grieved,
Visit the true prophet, with him be among.
It’ll take many years to scrub,
From Churchianity its huge, NLP-ogre sin-stains,
And wash from brains: mud,
And build up what little good sense now remains.
Prophets of Churchianity,
You are not unlike Pharisees and scribes in Jesus’ time!
Prophets of insanity,
It’ll take three years or more to put sense in your rhyme.
Here’s the test,
Can you call, visit and be corrected by a prophet of correction?
Or just rest,
Until year’s end, when you prophesy the same old confection?
Call, visit and be taught, (What’ll you do?)
By the prophet that is true, (What’ll you do?)
In That Day, ye ought, (What’ll you do?)
To learn about Christ-in-You. (What’ll you do?)
Reno is a place of renovation,
In this place and time,
Go ahead. Save reputation,
Or stay in same grime.
So this is the dare,
To all prophets who so endlessly prophesy: It’s coming! (Oh dear!)
Visit Reno where,
You’ll discover In That Day and, from it, stop running. (It’s near!)
What then is In That Day?
It’s a time of increased intelligence, cogency, sight and wisdom!
What do you now say?
Get In That Day Teachings and see how Christ-in-You is come!
What Then, In That Day? (And Our Great Awakening?)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #10 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/25/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What then,
In That Day?
What then,
Shall we say?
Shall there be another prophet,
More understandable, less biting, more supercilious, more inviting?
A better way to in-cash profit,
A different, ascending path: far less serious, and much less smiting?
Something other than In That Day?
More infantile, more puerile, lower in perch?
For centuries there’s been this way!
It’s called church!
So church leaders can keep, (Hurrah! Self-dealing?)
Oh yes! Keep their unmentionables?
Never we hear a peep, (Keeps sheep reeling!)
To hear would be unconscionable?
To talk of nondom pastor’s blessed retirement,
Why, that’ll never do?
Sheep-funded assets sold, (The requirement?)
Such subjects: taboo?
Of course, the nondom insiders swoon,
Owning sheep-funded assets lock, stock and barrel!
Hush! Early investors get this boon!
In this sort of reverse Wheat-and-Tare-Turntable!
Also never mentioned, (What a co-winky-dinky?)
There appear to be absolutely no recognized Living Masters!
Could it be repeated milk-mush is rinky-dinky?
It’s why church leaders resolute-implode as Major Disasters!
No, there is never, ever mention,
Of ascension, higher thought, real Christ-in-You! (Critical thinking!)
No, just the same, in prevention,
God forbid In That Day is taught to you? (Critical winking?)
No, it’s just splashy cannonballs,
Of odd obfuscation,
Lie-leaders don’t fear falls,
Or God of creation.
Verily, leaders of Churchianity stooped to have seen,
In That Day Teachings: and found them wanting!
Merrily, some other truths, to them, will be less mean?
Some repair will keep themselves: high-vaunting?
With aplomb they virtually spit on Christ-in-You,
In any sheep or person or disbelieved prophet?
One wonders, is there anything they won’t do,
To kill Christ-in-You in anyone, or mock it?
Sure, church leaders want some other unreached-to-date elevation,
Without In That Day Teachings’ seeing!
They won’t learn of their (yes, brother) fait accompli fornication,
Witchcraft sheep-control brain-bleeding!
Go ahead, you fence-straddling leaders,
Waiting for what? Godot to prove In That Day Teachings wrong?
Are you the lowest bottom-feeders?
Feeding your ego, which is dust: to sheep kept weak, not strong?
Woe to the many pastors who, (Who indubitably loved and made a lie!)
Discover their style works not because of God but NLP,
Weep! Wail! Howl! Boo-hoo! (Insuperably hard for them to repent, why?)
It worked because of NLP, and set none – none – free!
And pray tell, why did and does God let pastors allow it,
Why does He let them unknowingly use Satan’s wiles?
It fences between those who are in-God or just vow it,
Causing in us great confusion, but in God: sad smiles.
But guess what! There is no other In That Day,
Which is a day of Christ-in-You, come-now, sight-filled, cogent Revelation!
No other conclusions, no other more-blind way,
Than to honor Burke’s “un-zombify Churchianity,” be-enChristed creation!
Then, To hell! You say,
To hell with that!
But God has last say,
You will eat hat!
Your hat represents your identity,
All that you are!
Christ-in-You helps mentality,
You can be star!
Right now it’s cannonball pogroms,
Of brazen Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans,
a )Showmanship, b) Hypno-brain bombs,
To hide c) Misdirection and d) Suggestion plans.
Rather than a public, transparent plan to pay off, let’s say,
Enterprise mortgage to later sell for unmentioned retirement,
“Compassion! Ripples! The Future!” you scoff away,
And your blinded sheep dumbly respond: tricked, ire-bent!
Never mind sheep paying their mortgage down?
Never mind sheep’s progeny having inheritance?
Sheep’s brains must be distracted, unsound?
Only churchward must sheep’s money dance?
Never mind Western Enlightenment’s Tragic View,
That there are no angels nor angel-leaders to organize us?
Clericalism never questions itself: It wouldn’t do?
Hence: nothing but Christ-in-Naughts that connive us!
Is there a hell hot enough,
For scheming, word-twisting, blind rube-makers?
Enough! This is too tough!
God says, All religionists, in some way, are fakers.
Forgive! Forget!
Weep! Wail! and Howl!
In That Day: Get!
Christ is wise owl.
There is meant,
To be no other plan coming than In That Day!
Denouement!
Try it! You’ll like it! What do you now say?
Mad-sad news is: (Rise high, you see all!)
There is no other ascendant plan than In That Day!
Glad-bad news is: (Rise high, see cabal!)
Your choice is a second or millennium away!
Repentance, denouement, then Christ-in-You,
And revival!
Rapid improvement, old-high ways new!
You liable?
What then, (High Definition is now come!)
In That Day? (What group has most to rue?)
What then, (Confess wiles done, in sum!)
Shall you say? (Fake prophets are through!)
God wants to know,
What you know!
God wants you to say,
Nay or yea!...
To In That Day Teachings: true,
Believe it or not!
It’s gonna be hot!
NOW imbued: Christ-in-You!
What then, (It’s not milk, but great steak!)
In That Day? (It’s not milk, but great steak!)
What then, (So bilk not, but make break!)
Do you say? (So bilk not, but make break!)
What then,
In That Day?
What then,
Do you say?
An Epic, (Spiritual) Mexican Standoff, Described In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
If the nascent seers cannot see,
Then what will, so profoundly, happen?
How their and followers’ eternity?
With all-around bad mapping!
So many Stephen-Stoners, (Bad they bring, modern-day mutants)
Fully unaware,
Busy as weird lie-honers, (Of all things: ministry consultants!)
Souls laid bare.
Thinking themselves so smart-phone good,
They hate it (they roast!) when they discover they are bad,
They think prophets: too war-prone rude!
Who want (utmost!) to help them out of being rad-had.
So, an epic Mexican Standoff, it is!
Each hot participant saying, Throw down your gun!
But a prophet unarmed has no biz,
In a spiritual battle, lies: in the end, never’ve won.
Throw! Throw down your spiritual gun!
Say the lie-loving, deceived, black-hat ministry outlaws,
It’s Christ-in-You, God’s own Sun!
Says the prophet, whose inability to disarm: is no flaw.
Please don’t pull your triggers,
You confused, black-hat, last-chance-to-turn-around, passion-for-brains, utterly uncorrectable, hubris-filled pride-posse!
Please don’t test God’s rigueur,
You can’t outwit, out-fox (like your dumbed-down sheep) no, you can’t out-box, out-brazen, out-fund-raise God’s moxie!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Go the pride posse’s silent bullets,
BOOM! BOOM - ER- RANG!
Goes God’s requite: full met.
The prophet,
Sighs, (And patches up his wounds)
More closed,
Eyes. (Walking dead men, in tombs)
Until In That Day of blessed, hoped-for, right-smart denouement,
Eyes open (seeing!) and Christ-in-You inside improvement!
Which is being delayed (long overdue delayed!)
By the nascent seers (la enfants terrible!)
Who cannot yet see!
Hating prophets,
Who set,
Them,
Free.
And the dummies, oh the dummies!
The most they do is be silent!
And hope all prophets,
And all requirement,
Disappear from,
Truth and,
In That,
Day.
Just One Pastor, Is All It Takes, In That Day!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/14/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Just one pastor,
Who admits his sins,
Just one pastor,
Who admits his shenanigans,
Yes, just one pastor,
Whose sheep’s heads are bashed in…
By same pastor,
Who kept his sheep just dumb enough!
By same pastor,
Who mentally was one level above: rough!
By same pastor,
Who used Neuro-Linguistic Programming stuff!
Just one pastor,
For power: itched?
Just one pastor,
Then: un-bewitched?
Just one pastor,
Bad power: switched?
Just one Power,
Above us all, (and sees canabalic gall)
Just one Power,
Who let’s us fall, (even with cannonball)
Just one Power,
Sees every cleric cabal… (does amnesty call?)
Just one pastor,
Reads and understand the prophets pointing this self-dealing out!
Just one pastor, nay three,
Who In That Day, rise above hidden enslavement pogroms with shout!
Just one pastor, nay many,
Who weep, wail and howl and explain to sheep what they did, to get it out!
Just one pastor,
Can start true revival!
Just one pastor,
In That Day: reliable!
Just one pastor,
Who is to truth: viable!
Just one pastor,
Or under-pastor, literary agent or publisher of books!
Just one pastor,
Or shepherd who sees mind-enslavement-cornucopia when he looks!
Just one pastor,
Believes prophets, In That Day, who see blind, unforgiven Death Dukes!
Just one pastor,
That’s all it takes!
Just one pastor!
Tired of the fakes,
Just one pastor!
In That Day makes.
Who will it be?
Who now dares to see!
Who will it be?
Who now sets all free!
Who will it be?
That, Christ-in-You: be!
Our Milk-Summit Apex-Apoplexy has been Reached!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/12/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Drowning on milk,
Gagging on same,
Must church be,
Only in name?
Give your inheritance!
Give you rainy-day money!
Cannonball trance,
Same old dung called honey!
Shocked, shocked,
There’s critique going on here?
Leaders blocked,
In That Day kept: NOT near!
And what is In That Day?
It’s denouement, maturity, steak and awesome Christ-in-You mores!
Leaders’ faithfulness: fey,
Christ-in-You growth, they hate! They’re naught but: bad whores!
Whores for milk, (Taking the single mom’s stipend!)
Ponds of milk-immaturity they cannonball!
And they bilk, (To sheep, they’re foe or friend?)
At correction by prophets, that’s about all.
Milk-drowning pastors fear, loathe and hate,
The only friends of their souls they have!
They pretend there’re no prophets of late,
Milk is it! In milk they drown all in bath.
Where will it end,
These milk-bath, cannon-balling fools? (Slaughtering sheep’s finances!)
When they begin,
To see they’ve drowned in hubris pools. (Offing selves in baby nuances!)
They blow past, (Well, they cannot say a prophet wasn’t for them: there!)
Their own, last-chance-to-see-the-light, amnesty deadlines,
They can’t last, (They fight In That Day Teachings, and God is aware!)
Implosions: shall be their self-selected, future headlines.
How Much Pain in Man Must it Take for Man to See?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/04/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
A hypnotist might be considered very smart,
Tho he can hypnotize all, yet it doesn’t make him a genius,
Well then, we’ve been hypnotized by high art,
Yet escape-from-hypnotism-artists are labeled: heinous!
I, we of teachings high,
Plainly see the hypnotizers need strong rebuking,
But, alas! Alack! Sigh!
The hypnotized, any savior: they’re all puking!
For the hypnotized eat hypnotism,
Like a brannigan sailor imbibes furiously while in bars in ports,
Seers are a much-loathed schism,
The blind want them stillborn, killed by any process that aborts!
It’s all so fine and well, (The norm: Our land, trillions in debt!)
Gatekeepers ignoring prophetic, honest truth that vigorously remedies!
Meanwhile life’s hell! (The norm: Gatekeepers can’t see yet?)
False realities amped high as good, but actually, virtually: Hades!
All machination dials of false realty,
Are pegged past eleven!
In That Day Teachings speak fealty,
Church and state: leaven!
How long can this bet be ever upped?
God in heaven asks us. He really, really wants to know!
His truth waits, it can’t be chucked!
How much pain in man must it take, for man to grow?
Shall it be God Who then decides?
No, it’s the lie-loving man who chooses!
Accept truth that derides,
What’s wrong in man, or mankind loses!
Honestly, the sole problem that is before us,
Is that there are no angels to organize neither church nor state!
Alternative media programs inform us,
Of corrections to state. Church, yes, church is next on slate!
Whom God loves,
Yea, He verily rebukes and He verily chastises!
The prod shoves,
Church-ward! See how truth eerily baptizes!
Watch Churchianity eat tons and tons of humble pie,
(When?) Oh my! Yes, Oh My!
With sums of In That Day Teachings: right and high!
Then: Christ-in-You, comes by!
Raise Our National Debt to a Trillion-Trillion?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Raise to a trillion-trillion,
Our national debt?
What it represents,
We daren’t forget!
It represents, and represents don’t you think rather well,
The manifest absurdity of our present, furiously fast age,
The West’s abandonment of logic is nothing but hell,
Our “Standard Minimum” to be fools on life’s stage!
In That Day Teachings say,
Christ-in-You is our “Maximum Standard,”
Churchianity: Rather, nay!
Anything but Christ-in-You is pandered!
From top to bottom, alpha to omega,
Man oppresses man with a worldwide-bossy: insanity chamber,
Incomprehensibly stupid: MEGA!
Stupid is a reality distortion, not to mention costly, danger!
For truth, in the end, isn’t expensive,
But reality distortions consume minds, lives and zillions,
Since few dare see truth’s missives,
People, in the ignoring, keep on dying by the millions.
One God above us all,
And one universal philosophy of the freedom-loving West,
Un-colorblind, we fall,
Truth, In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You are best.
Liberty’s tough, godly love is mutual dedication,
To noble self-restraint,
Today’s church and state: odd mind-eradication,
Christ-in-You: ain’t!
Christ-in-You, rather, (Said Paul, our religious sage!)
Is a sound mind, (We have much room for improvement!)
That’s what Churchianity, (In our In-That-Day-less age!)
Left behind. (What is In That Day? Dénouement!)
Until I Gain Other Lights Than Those I Have…
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/17/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
With Apologies to Edmund Burke
Until I gain other lights than those I have,
I have to go on being true to my understanding,
Meanwhile, Churchianity does everything (excluding rehab!)
To continue Christ-in-You, In That Day: countermanding.
Does Christ or the Devil want more…
Showmanship and Stage Hypnotism?
Misdirection? And Hidden, Self-Dealing Suggestion?
Neuro Linguistic Programming?
Greed-mongering?
Fear-mongering?
Laziness?
Does Christ or the Devil want more…
Ancient Paths of Correction, as in Jeremiah Six: Sixteen?
Western Enlightenment’s Protocols of Self-Correction?
Humility that overpowers lord-over power?
Maturity in all things?
Paul’s High Ways?
Christ-in-You?
Shall Churchianity and its rigid gatekeepers,
Continue on with rotten-fruit, incompetent authoritarianism?
Shall wholesale corruption be hell-reapers,
With inability to detect and honor Christ: its cement schism?
Shall In That Day Teachings be, in the end, proved,
True or false?
Nay, its truths already slay rube-lords and rubes’,
False cabals!
Though it take a day, a week,
Or long, plenary millennium,
In That Day Teachings are true,
And necessary, at minimum.
Until I gain other lights than those I have,
I have to go on being true to my understanding,
Meanwhile, Churchianity does everything (excluding rehab!)
To continue Christ-in-You, In That Day: countermanding.
A Long Line of Celibate Monks…
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/03/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Admit it, we all come from,
A long line of celibate monks!
We hide our elephant dung,
We hide our elephant trunks!
Admit it, we are that unspoken,
Elephant in the room,
Half alive, mostly dead, broken,
Still lying in tomb.
And Western Enlightenment admits as much,
The Tragic View: we sin, our leaders sin more!
The only World View with correction’s touch,
A self-correcting whore is not just a whore!
Only humility at top of our and leader’s minds,
Frees us from various forms of brutal, hidden enslavement,
All else destroys us as pride’s mill grinds,
Where no rebuke reforms us, just hilarious bereavement.
What’s the cure?
Get rid of fear, greed, laziness!
Then be pure,
Doctrines: West, not craziness.
Seek, then, Ancient Paths of Correction,
Paul’s High Ways and Christ-in-You!
Lose the modern madness confection,
In That Day Teachings are true!
Defend your mind, your soul,
Defend your very spirit God-given!
Lie-lovers with hell roll,
Modern man worships odd leaven.
Arise, mentalities screwed up in every way, (Aye, that’s not being!)
Arise from majority-wrong, upside-down perception and deception!
Behold now, realities of In That Day, (With eyes seeing!)
God’s mind inside yours, right-standing: Christ-in-You perfection!
Publicly, They Will Not Admit… But Privately They Do!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/31/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Publicly , they will not ever out loud admit,
But privately to themselves or their spouses,
They know that they know: they miss, not hit,
That shenanigan cards don’t build houses!
They know that they lost their marbles,
And they have forgot to believe they could find them!
They play love-mush, God: hard balls,
They are shot up with bad-drug faith that binds them!
They barely can discern they’re out of luck,
Mucking in endless loops,
Convinced of themselves, blind star-struck,
In That Day-less: oops!
In That Day-less oops!
And uh-ohs and more whoopsie-daisies!
Chickens in coops,
Avoiding In That Day are the crazies!
Waiting for the next new fad,
To publish, promote and sell the hell out of!
In That Day waits, God: sad,
Patience, we note, He might be well out of!
And none of this, none of this!
Helps the out-of-churchers, who barely see but can’t go beyond!
Masses stuck, can’t find bliss,
Rejecting failed shepherds, out-of-churchers stuck in mire pond!
But, what is the next fad?
Haven’t they all been tried?
Dare we make God mad?
Whom, to us, has lied?
Left Behindism accomplished, just what?
Purpose-Driven drove us, where?
What Would Jesus Do, did right or not?
The next fad reveals: sin bare?
Of course, sin will not be revealed,
In the next splendiferous fad!
Unless In That Day is unsealed,
But who can brave that bad?
Yes, a fad revealing Churchianity’s rube-making sins!
Is that really too much to ask?
Decide now, more sharks and denial of shark fins?
Or doing God’s next task!
In That Day Teachings have, perhaps, the biblically perfect name,
Revealing fear, greed, slouch doxies: man’s bane,
Ushering correction, high ways, and Christ-in-You lion’s mane!
But can humble pie be et? Only at great pain!
Yes, for once, a fad can be born,
Which comes at the right price!
Once shenanigan pastors mourn,
Christ-in-You comes off ice!
Living Masters can return to Earth,
High and true discipleship once more understood!
In That Day: not stillborn at birth,
But Christ-in-You and all that’s truly, truly good!
Not a family-destroying monkish movement, laser focused,
But broadly supporting God’s separating Western values!
Pastors chided for hatching alien-brood, anti-West locusts,
In liberty and God we sing celebration hallelu’s!
In That Day,
It’s an ascending, everlasting thing!
Good pay,
Let liberty’s Christ-in-You ring!
So then, When I return,
Jesus asked, will I find faith?
Let this kindling burn!
It is In That Day, God saith.
Better to True-Up Now Than Later!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/31/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Better to true-up now than later,
Churchianity could fess up cheap, crowd-pleasing wiles,
Greed, fear, laziness made greater,
Through processes distancing God and man by miles.
Better to follow a long-avoided true-up process,
Like In That Day Teachings of Reno!
To weep, wail and howl would be progress,
Logic, correction: man could show!
Man could show God modern Churchianity,
Is correctable, thinking and non-self-dealing,
It would please God, this cogent sanity,
And Churchianity could stop its reeling.
It is far better to true-up now than later,
Heaven has shocked many a deceiving pastor!
Earth’s clerics can meet their Creator,
In the land of the living! That’s what we’re after!
Better to true-up now,
In That Day Teachings shows you how!
That’s its author’s vow,
What’s the reward? Christ-in-You! POW!
The return of Living Masters,
The halting of manmade church disasters,
If, and it’s a big if, pastors,
Agree to hit their egos with blasters!
So that is the inexorable, excruciating own-up,
Urgently required now, a thing we call In That Day,
Foundations built on sand can be blown-up,
Then: Christ-in-You acquired! Up, up and away!
So, how about it?
What now do you say?
Come on, let’s shout it,
It is In That Day!
Tender is the Way of In That Day! (Unless by Choice: Not)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/29/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Tender is God’s Highest Way,
Until it decidedly is not,
God’s love wants to sway,
Until it’s forgot.
A man told a parable,
The audience listened,
The story: bear-able,
The man glistened.
The parable didn’t miss,
I’ll tell it below,
It put them in bliss,
Don’t you know.
A man wanted to know,
So he seeked, he knocked, he found!
This made him grow,
Growing far above common ground!
Where lived,
Many a little Baby Seer,
Convinced,
They were much freer!
Than the Knower who seeked,
Who knocked, who found,
The Baby Seers then freaked,
At Knower: unsound!
But the Knower wasn’t unsound!
He just went further down the road,
On this: Baby Seers frowned!
Flushing high work down commode.
Who is the Knower,
In this case?
In That Day grower,
For our race!
Who are these somewhat babyish Seers?
The Gatekeepers of sight, sound and motion!
Somewhat enslav-ish, not real freers!
And to learn this, is their poison-potion.
The Knower has no ominous ill will,
To the Nascent Seers never fully grown up,
There but the grace of God… still,
It’s In That Day, Nascent Seers, time’s up!
God’s love is God-soft!
But it also can be excruciatingly hard,
Ascend to God’s loft!
God hammers slave masters’ petard.
Intelligence is quick-increasing,
In That Day!
Mind enslavement is ceasing,
Hip Hurray!
Expunged of maddening, ruinous, hidden-mind enslavement,
What, by God, comes next?
Glad you asked, it’s Christ-in-You-ness: bidden enablement,
Read In That Day’s text!
The moral of this story mysterious,
Is to publish abroad, study deeply, ponder: In That Day Teachings!
More to its poems than mere-iness,
God wants now, In That Day, for us to ascend Higher Reachings!
Tender is God’s Highest Way,
Until it decidedly is not,
God’s love wants to sway,
Until it’s forgot.
A man told a parable,
The audience listened,
The story: bear-able,
The man glistened.
The parable didn’t miss,
You’ve read it above,
It can put us in bliss,
It is God’s love.
Indiscriminate Thought is Ineffable, Not In That Day!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/25/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(With thanks to Evan Sayet.)
Progressivism teaches us that it is shocking racist,
To be anything other than hove-to: indiscriminate,
Dumbed-down Church can be more radical-fascist,
Forcing acquiescence that’s not love, but hate!
Prosperity-Progressive Preachers say,
Be indiscriminate with logic, believe in pastor-self-dealt Give-to-Get!
Rapture-Progressive Preachers say,
Acquiesce to illogic Left-Behindism, and Christ-in-You: kill and vet!
Emergent-Gobbledygook Progressive Preachers say,
Be indiscriminate with illogic, cute-word-fad-tripe: dead-lame infatuation,
Christian Sight-Sound-Word Gateway Keepers say,
Acquiesce to confusion upon confusion: brain stimulation-annihilation.
Then ask yourself a few questions sublime,
Can the solution to this Satanic-miasmic-spastic conflagration,
Be an ineffable endless, epic vanity grind?
Or is it time for In That Day Teachings and restoration: prime?
If modern Churchianity believes a) in one God above us but also,
b) Mutual dedication to deconstructing and killing logic of Western thought,
Then In That Day Teachings say a) is right: verily and verily so,
But b) needs to be mutual dedication to Western logic’s full correction lot!
Western Civilization’s precepts, lines, memes and tropes,
Involve continuous self-correction against sin-man’s pride-nemesis,
In That Day Teachings reconcile mankind’s best hopes,
Liberty, love of God, self-restraint are our restoration ride Genesis.
Brother: Then in reality,
In That Day Teachings are not so ineffable!
Rather: Lack of fealty,
To truth, has blinded us to what’s possible!
So, could In That Day Teachings (Hurray!)
Be the long-delayed restoration rod-measure of all things?
What does the better part in you now say?
Let’s see what a smartly good God future treasure brings!
Clericalism Causes No Problems! (That We See!)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/21/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The title of this, my godly and good sermon,
Is “Clericalism Causes No Problems!”
Tho some Catholic priests were oddly vermin,
Clericalism, in sum, has no goblins!
Clericalism, of course, is a false sense of honor,
Bestowed on the untouchable ordained,
Clericalism allows no correction itself to bother,
Nothing hidden, nothing gained!
There is plenty room with Clericalism for shenanigans!
Priests, pastors, evangelists do what they deign to want,
And what they deign is for all who’ve been born again,
And blinded by clericalism: to clerics, the utmost vaunt!
Hurray for sightless clerics far and wide!
Self-absorbed in dread milk doctrine,
Blinding others with unchecked pride,
Turning eight-hundred pages: to sin!
Clericalism prevents In That Day seeing,
It causes gross, unrelenting puerility, (Dummkopfs prove the Tragic View!)
Foremost it prevents Christ-in-You being,
Most clerics afraid of Whom’s free! (Afraid of Christ and Christ-in-You!)
What would shepherds do without Clericalism to enslave?
What would wolves in sheep clothing eat if not sheep’s brains?
No wonder In That Day Teachings are not yet the rave,
Freeing people from Clericalism, any good cleric: disdains!
Hurrah for milk pastors!
Hurrah for baby formula church!
We see no disasters!
Sheep aren’t caught in lurch!
Bad doctrines don’t cause implosions,
Of dark moral turpitude!
Church leadership suffers no erosions,
Clerics do as they should!
Never question a cleric!
Do not even ever bother!
Do not be a bad heretic!
Clerics can’t sin, brother!
No, clerics cannot,
Sin, that is!
With I AM, or not,
We’re what is!
Follow us,
Or die, (Insofar as we, the spiritually blind, see absolutely nothing!)
All else is,
A lie. (We know the grind: how to be theoretically: something!)
It Suits the LORD, In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
It suits the LORD,
That revelation goes unread,
It suits the LORD,
That multitudes stay undead,
Rigid marionettes: utterly ugly,
Bad programmed: utterly buggy.
It suits the LORD,
To teach me, His prophet, a higher way,
It suits the LORD,
None hear what, as prophet, I then say.
Why would it suit the LORD,
That the blind can’t find In That Day’s restoration path?
Is it because the LORD,
Has to, over and over and over and over, belly laugh?
Why would it suit the LORD,
For shepherd-wolves to be stuck?
When will it suit the LORD,
For In That Day: to have luck?
I, of all people, am supposed to see,
The LORD’s hand moving!
I see: It is not! And that,
Is not how I’d be choosing!
It’s judgment, judgment, judgment: reeking,
Son, what you see that you can’t see!
Multitude leaders praying but not seeking,
Ignoring In That Day: proffered free.
In That Day and teachings,
And wisdom galore!
But My Son’s bride chooses,
Daily: to be whore!
We know it makes you want to go off,
Be crazy, or give up,
Don’t. In That Day is not far off,
Its time will come up.
When, when, oh when, LORD,
Do I get, if I may be so bold, Job’s secondary double blessing?
When the world gets bored,
And vets how wrong they’ve been on Christ’s return guessing.
Well LORD, You’ve taught me,
Christ-in-You returns daily, tho unseen, in saints,
You will teach the world, verily,
To believe the indwelt, not the I-AM-not-in ain’ts.
It’s the darkest before dawn,
The old are first fat before fit,
Interest comes after yawn,
In That Day Teachings are it.
We Say No to Elitist Enslavers In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/09/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
With Thanks to Glenn Reynolds, Instapundit
When they came at us in the same old way,
Elite Pharaohs said make mud bricks today,
It took us four-hundred years, yea,
But we beat them in the same old way,
Finally, we stood up to non-angels fey,
We said no to Elitist Pharaohs In That Day.
Then they came at us in the same old way,
Elite Kings said make obeisance today,
It took us four-thousand years, yea,
But we beat them in the same old way,
Finally, we stood up to non-angels fey,
We said no to Elitist Kings In That Day.
Then they came at us in the same old way,
Elite Progressives said make Big Government today,
It took us one-hundred years, yea,
But we beat them in the same old way,
Finally, we stood up to non-angels fey,
We said no to Elitist Progressives In That Day.
Then they came at us in the same old way,
Rapture con artists, Prosperity greed shills gay,
Dopey rainbow stew prophets, emergent gobbledygook grey,
But we beat them in the same old way,
Finally we stood up to non-angels fey,
We said no to Elitist False Shepherds In That Day.
Pharaohs were tough, tough in their day,
When they came at us in the same old way,
And so were Kings and Progressives, yea,
But we beat them in the same old way,
But the hardest by far, by far I must say,
Is to say no to Elitist False Shepherds In That Day.
Oh How We Love Our Swirling Pontificators!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/24/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Swirling Pontificators, holding on,
Down the drain,
Won’t be corrected, soldiering on,
In the main!
Our Swirling Pontificators,
So jealous that any could be higher with God!
Busy! As self-replicators,
Competing who can best ignore: prophets odd.
Then again, Swirling Pontificators,
Sometimes, by accident, can be twice-per-day: broken-clock right,
As leading devolution indicators,
With fear, greed, laziness: they’ve “we-say-so” death-cloak might!
Got to love those amazing, Swirling Pontificators,
Time isn’t yet In That Day! (Can’t weep, wail, howl, for being wrong!)
Lost as Neuro-Linguistic Programming applicators,
God lets ‘em have full sway. (Can’t obtain Christ-in-You, who’s strong!)
No, it’s too early for sub-taught Swirling Pontificators,
To kindle a fire of awakening that’d make them Earth-shakers!
They remain dead-cold-caught, morgue refrigerators,
Stopping heaven from coming. They remain hell’s best fakers!
Yes, those Swirling Pontificators,
Really do nothing better than creepily holding on!
As Christ-in-You-less moderators,
Occupying minds: so Christ-in-You can’t come.
Oh, those Swirling Pontificators,
They can’t see God-in-You, because they are not anything close to pure!
Unsafe: like smiling alligators,
Stay in their flock, hear their words: and you’ll be a Borg-drone for sure!
Who can correct our Swirling Pontificators?
How they love their swirling, stinking drain! (Their bequeathed den!)
They’re brazen false-reality-matriculators,
All prophetic rebuke: they haughtily disdain! (It’s so beneath them!)
Churchianity’s Unchangeable Rules of Acquisition!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/14/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.
Ferengi Pastors, give me your big ears!
The plan’s in place for Millennia tears!
It’s the ultimate, uncorrectable, incontrovertible plan!
Designed to make insanely gullible: woman and man!
Play that wordy emergent/emotional/motivational/dominion tripe!
And like Welcome to Rekall, Christ-in-You gets a memory wipe!
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.
Talk motor-mouth, auctioneer, warp-speed nine, illogic-fast!
No! Interrupt yourself parenthetically with inedible repast!
Dominate with look at me, eyes up, closed or spiritually unseeing!
Jam sheep’s minds with over-programming, lock their very being!
Don’t tell them of Neuro-Linguistic Programming! Or In That Day? No!
Mesmerize, hypnotize them: them never knowing! Sans perspective: go!
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.
Pray for revivals! Pray for that Third Great Awakening!
Collect funds to fire up machines! Get prisons shaking!
Only, never tell your rube-made sheep you’ve been on Satan’s side!
No, tell them to fast and pray! They’ll stay blind from out to inside!
But deep within, Churchianity’s leaders know God sees all and waits,
And gives prophets to say, Wolf-shepherds invite the worst of faits!
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.
Try anything ridiculous, try anything at all,
When it fails, blame man and Satan’s fall,
Never take responsibility for being spiritually more dumb than a rock,
Dominate, control, out-think your sheep! Encircle, cage in the stock!
Never test to see if prophetic rebuke is, by God, actually true!
Never test, small or large, if you will eternally: some day rue!
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.
Ah, what a fine game it is, Churchianity’s Unchangeable Rules of Acquisition!
Leaders of sheeple have put themselves in a locked-tight, overlord situation,
Nothing like this supreme preeminence has been seen like it in all creation,
Except, that is of course, when literal slavery ruled over each blind nation!
Is it millions or billions acquiesced now to mentality supine-rape and domination?
Fear nothing! oh ye sycophant-supported leaders of epic, unending desolation!
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,
The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,
No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.
Still No: In That Day Yet? Then When, Lord, When?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/10/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
So another mega ministry implodes, (Or dead-word one dies!)
Under staggering debt! (Under same old lies!)
Faith of mega deceived sheep erodes! (None dare ask why?)
But no In That Day yet? (Must all love lie?)
Year after year,
And decade after long decade!
Tear after tear,
Milk-loving leaders remade!
Seer after seer,
Still no In That Day parade?
Wearier, wearier,
No eyes to see lies’ cost paid!
When, oh Lord, when?
Oh Lord, when? When will milk-lovers love steak?
We’ve food for them!
But eternal rejection, we can’t take!
Must everyone? Everyone bite,
Hands that would feed them well?
Steak! God’s steak: all fight,
We’re weary of death knell.
Year after year,
And decade after long decade!
Tear after tear,
Milk-loving leaders remade!
Seer after seer,
Still no In That Day parade?
Wearier, wearier,
No eyes to see lies’ cost paid!
Then when? Oh Lord, when?
Tell us, oh Lord: WHEN?
We want to know when!
Will you tell us, WHEN?
What if Paul Walked into Your Church?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What if Paul walked into your church,
How would he be treated?
What if Paul walked into your church,
How would he be seated?
What if Paul walked into your church,
Would he be allowed to speak?
What if Paul walked into your church,
Would his nose your church tweak?
Does Christianity, today, always assume,
All are, somehow, non-ascendant?
Does Christianity, today, always assume,
There are no masters transcendent?
If there can be no Loving Masters,
Then, oh church, what is the point?
Can we use mentalities faster,
Or let stupid run the joint?
Surely, Christ, who happens to be alive, would like to manifest,
In every (who happens to be alive) man, woman and child!
Christ-in-You puts doctrines to the test,
But what we’ve got is all else, run wild.
What if Paul walked into your church,
Fully in-Christ seated?
And lo, was then honored as such,
Behold redound meted!
Behold, In That Day!
When redounding Christ-in-You glory: fast-arrives!
Christ-in-You! all say,
And honor! in each others’ Living Master’s lives!
What if There Was the Rational Prophet?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/21/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said the Rapture is a lie and cannot be true!
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said Christ-in-You comes quickly: imbued!
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said science proves Six-Day Creationists are ignorant,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said the language of Moses is ethereal: Spirit-sent.
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said there are no fixed rules, only God’s flexible guidelines,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said tithing’s fixed rules are self-dealing pastors’ goldmines.
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans rule the roost,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said mentalities of sheep eaten by wolves need a brain-boost.
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said mastermind pastors who hide self-dealings must now openly weep!
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said the Great Awakening is setting free mental prisons wolves keep!
Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,
Church leaders would ignore, (Nothing really changes, does it?)
Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,
Church leaders would gore. (Or, who disproves this posit?)
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said Job is about going from rigid righteous to flexible-holy,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said the Christmas story is of eight filled with Spirit wholly.
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said Emergent Gobbledygook is about liberals believing their lie,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said one God above us, and Western Philosophy so we don’t die!
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said self-correction is the thing God is looking for to then indwell,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said bad doxie must be expunged, right: in, for God-bearing well.
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said religious pride kept leaders from honoring Christ-in-You in others,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said pride kept leaders desolate of God and of sisters and brothers.
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who looked for other prophets or leaders with In That Day glorious together,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who was alone, because God wanted to see who cared to feed sheep better.
Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,
Church leaders would ignore, (Nothing really changes, does it?)
Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,
Church leaders would gore. (Or, who disproves this posit?)
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said the excruciating process of overcoming can be taught but most run,
What if there was the rational prophet,
Who said In That Day is a time of darkness exposed but also of light begun.
I’m Shocked, I’m Shocked! Christ-in-You is Here!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/17/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(With apologies to the 1941 movie Casablanca.)
I’m shocked, I’m shocked!
There is, if I am not wrong, Christ-in-You going on in this establishment!
Your winnings, sir,
Winnings? What for? For seeing where Christ has gone and went?
Your winnings, sir, are Christ-in-You inside,
Inside your own soul for others to, in blind puerility, deride,
But I saw Christ-in-You when I lost my pride!
Precisely, sir, pride lets Christ, in plain sight, now: hide.
I’m shocked, I’m shocked!
Christ-in-You cannot be all that simple!
Sir: The world is blocked,
Pride makes leprosy, boil and pimple.
So multitudes wait for Christ’s literal return,
When: Behold! He comes quickly for the humble to see?
Sir: Teaching credentials you’ll soon earn,
If you can overlook bad rhymes, to set the world free.
You mean those simple, rotten rhymes,
Chase the proud of intellect away?
Sir: God’s begotten uses strange times,
To divide truth and lie In That Day.
So then, if In That Day Teachings are all that blessed special,
Why do they languish in relative obscurity?
Sir: How In That Day Teachings work, none can guess all,
Time proves lies fail. Truth lives in surety.
You mean God waits for the blind world,
To notice what fails and what is ever true?
Sir: Truth behaves strange when hurled,
You are seeing what In That Day does do.
See? I see nothing,
But people everywhere willfully ignoring hard, mature truth!
Sir: It’s something!
Behold what God lets happen when truth: people forsooth.
Enough! Enough with riddles, enigmas and strange signs!
What benefit is there for me, if I stay between In That Day’s lines?
Precious little benefits you now when you: God refines,
God will use you as camouflaged gold from His hidden mines.
Cloaking? Joking? Sight, deafness and the blind?
In That Day Teachings are an incontrovertible light saber: terrible!
Are they worthless, or the best of all treasure find?
Sir: Divorce is bad. God wants in eternity: just the marry-able.
I’m shocked, I’m shocked!
I’m the woman at the well, and Christ is right here?
Sir: You’re now unblocked,
Expect no less than the Kingdom of Heaven: near.
So, In That Day Teachings,
Then, are a sword like no other?
Sir: In That Day Teachings,
Bring Christ-in-You, brother.
If We Could Take a Self-Perspective, Humility Pill
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/06/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We always can point out what is wrong,
With the other side,
But if that’s the sole ring to our gong,
Pride rides to deride.
Pride rides to deride us,
If we only ring the bell of cheaply deriding others,
Best leaders say, Please catch us!
Catch us in mistakes we make as leaders, brothers.
Good leaders maximize their powers of self-correction,
By maximizing the dispersed power of followers to correct them,
Thus leaders need the lowest of sheep to have connection,
But this isn’t what leaders do to obtain followers to elect them.
Thus: no leader is anything even close to an angel,
Isn’t it apparent?
But demigods make close-to-being-God their angle,
Brazen transparent!
I would God that we could be given,
A self-perspective humility pill!
Rather than God ordain sight risen,
By His, and not man’s, will.
Who does and does not have spiritual eyes to see and ears to hear,
With perspective, wisdom, humility and grace?
Seems to be who does or doesn’t seek boldly, no fear,
Then, what good teachings, if they can’t help human race?
High teachings can’t be sold to those,
Who cannot, at that time, anyhow understand them!
To them they are just thorns, not rose,
Yet: those who can see, need not stand by them!
A heck of a dilemma,
This is,
Un-teachable God-rhema,
This biz.
You need high self-perspective,
To understand even a little of the teachings of In That Day,
None see that aren’t corrective,
Then again, those that see, don’t need the teachings anyway.
So why make these teachings?
Or dare read them?
A sin: these high reachings?
Who needs them?
A leader does not always know,
Whom doth follow,
A pioneer makes roads to show,
God’s tomorrow.
Darkness is upon the modern land,
And gross darkness in people supposed to be bright!
These teachings surely are grand,
Not all love darkness, not all shun That Day’s light!
A perspective-humility pill,
Would be nice,
Until then teachings will,
Remove vice.
And pride is man’s,
Number one problem,
While it still stands,
I AM thought: goblin.
Don’t let the eternal upside-down-ness and excruciation of things,
Make you crazy of mind,
God lets whom wants to hear, or hear not, freedom bell’s rings,
Be glad to Me find.
God is your omnipotent, all loving,
Self-perspective, humility pill,
Cease: pushing, pulling and shoving,
Each day just do: God’s will.
We’ve Had Faith for Lies… Now How About Truth!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/03/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Evangelicals have had great faith,
But for too many wrong things, (With lies come puerile mentalities!)
Orthodoxy is right, God now saith,
But weak faith: nothing brings. (But ditto: above infantile realities!)
Weak faith brings no Christ-in-You in honest-to-God fruition,
(Weak faith in true orthodoxy, UGH!) (With of course, no Living Masters!)
Strong faith in lies doesn’t work, e’en with man’s high tuition!
(Strong faith in high moxie, UGH!) (With of course, no Living Masters!)
So the modern religious Christian world,
Is upside-entire-down, as In That Day Teachings boldly say,
Who wants Christ-in-You unfurled?
We’ve had on-fire faith for lies: Try Truth! It is God’s way!
But wait a minute! Wait a minute! You must know this,
Christ-in-You usually comes by you honoring it in another!
And pride will hold out for millennia before this kiss,
A grape matures in the presence of a mature grape, brother!
So there is more than a little deep-honed, step-by-step learning involved,
And pride rebels against true and long teachings herein,
God sees rebellion against this epic Rosetta stone puzzle solved,
Love and wisdom comes when inside: soul fear isn’t in.
So In That Day Teachings, if they are indeed God’s solution,
Are rebelled against because of great length of Isaiah-like precepts and lines,
Chapter 28 of Isaiah, maturely understood, gives the notion,
Unconventionally, but uncontrovertibly, these teachings are for our times.
Oh, good God! Even I, even I the miserable author and prophetic poet,
Of these Thor’s hammer poems of destruction and grace,
Would that someone else more accessible, that others could all know it,
But search the world, the internet, every single place!
Search around, oh Searcher, and tell me if you find, (Oh woe and rue to me!)
Anything like In That Day Teachings, a sword like no other,
For this strange work came through just one mind, (So hear me, or sue me!)
Man has proven he can, but time cannot, this work smother.
Regarding Our Angelic Preachers and Politicians
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/01/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Where do you find angels to organize our society?
Now another mega pastor is under another investigation!
With sixteen-year-old girl: guilty of impropriety?
He was another pointing out what’s wrong with nation!
Always it’s the other man,
Other person, tribe, camp or indoctrination!
Never: I am that man!
No, everybody’s a Santa Claus in creation.
No, every leader nowadays,
Cleric or political is the greatest sensation!
Sheep expected to be dazed,
Blind leading blind to ditches of tarnation.
I’ll go ahead and confess and say it,
I would, without doubt, be a lousy emperor, king or president!
So would you, let both of us bray it,
So we must watch all leaders, they’re also: not heaven-sent!
But time and time and time and again,
Pastors, politicos proudly pontificate whatever their message,
Then time finds leaders caught in sin,
Stooge-rubes replace ‘em with proud copies, so goes this age.
Then, In That Day Teachings quietly,
Knock on the doors of people’s confused souls,
Truth talks soft, but behaves mightily,
The Tragic View applies to all leaders’ roles.
Fantastic, this idea of old James Madison,
That each and every leader, yes each without one exclusion,
Can quickly become Satan’s baddest son,
Unless leader humbly begs correction. This few have done.
I’ll go ahead and confess and say it,
I would, without doubt, be a lousy emperor, king or president!
So would you, let both of us bray it,
So we must watch all leaders, they’re also: not heaven-sent!
Neither preacher nor politician nor citizen,
Likes this In That Day message of profound humility,
It’s why mystic tyranny now has risen,
Most blind themselves with pride. Who wants to see?
And so who, who above all,
Wants Christ-in-You? (Mind-Masters say it’s narcissistic!)
Answer pride or God’s call,
What will you do? (It’s Mind-Masterless simplistic!)
Yes, who could believe,
Something more fantastic than even brightest of bright Madison?
While rubes yet grieve,
O’er more proud leaders spastic, the humble, in them: God’s Son.
The Odds of Lobotomy-Mind Crooks Heading (to Hell)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 7/30/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make proper prostrations to the Gods of the mental place,
Always there are mentalities ever so quick and sublime,
That herd, and pen and shear lesser brains they find.
These Mind-Masters shout, Beware the Mind-Masters over the hill!
While using every stinking meme and trope and linguistic trick until,
These right lip of the Intelligence Bell Curve control every stooge soul,
In the fat middle, being too busy to see their Master-Mind’s rogue role.
Which is to use every trick that the bad Master-Minds use!
Hence the Mind-Master makes rubes, and that is his ruse!
He always says, The other bad Master-Minds try to confuse!
Listen to me, they say, using same schemes to brain-bruise!
Prophets, saints, geniuses as Founders, so smart on Curve’s flat right,
Are disbelieved by the controlled souls out-mentalitied without fight,
Out-thought souls are stuck and enslaved in the Bell Curve’s middle,
Always a Mind-Master who with sheep’s fogged brains plays fiddle.
Alas, and alack, you can tell a Mind-Master, Don’t speak with piano background!
This is a Neuro-Linguistic Programming trick so hypnotizing, it’s most unsound!
Mind-Master says, is your head small? I’ll misdirect and put an old helmet on it!
Prophets, saints, geniuses and Founders say, Stop the shenanigans, dog gone it!
Nothing is so proud or uncorrectable as a Mind-Master enveloped with fame,
It would take a Job-like experience to get him to stop playing his head game,
Tomorrow: as surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
True enlightenment stops, when Mind-Masters: corrections do spurn.
Today, as surely as Water will wet us, as surely as ancient Fire will burn,
The hardest thing for prophets on Earth is to get Mind-Masters to turn,
To turn a Mind-Master from cheap trickery that makes puppets and cons masses,
Is hard. History loves thoughtful love, but is less kind to trickster lads and lasses.
Will the masses awake to see how Mind-Masters, their brains have been abusing?
It’s dangerous to wake up mentalities enslaved by Masters: morality-eschewing,
Mind-Masters won’t stop, they believe they get our thoughtless lives improving!
Madison said, No, leaders aren’t angels, man’s uplift is Mind-Masters losing.
In That Day, What is the Greatest Mystery?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 7/21/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
In That Day: it is a great mystery,
Oh yes sir, indeed!
In That Day: It is a great mystery,
Learn! Take heed!
In That Day: It is a great mystery,
To which there seems to be no answer!
No Christ-in-You’s? Oh, dreary!
God leads, we can’t follow as dancer?
In That Day: It is a great mystery,
Why are there no Living Masters?
So then, is Paul preached clearly?
Are we sightless, proud disasters?
No Living Masters? So what’s religion’s point? (In That Day!)
Absolutely no Christ-in-You’s? (In That Day!)
No God-Bearers? Not one Christ-Body joint? (In That Day!)
From which to choose? (In That Day!)
No Living Seers? (In That Day!)
Who’ve figured out what’s wrong? (In That Day!)
No I AM in Him Be-ers? (In That Day!)
No prophet-warriors: God-Strong? (In That Day!)
No faith at all for a God that’s alive in people alive?
Yea, though prophets live, faithless shepherds insist on jive!
In That Day: It is a great mystery,
But not that God-Indwelt Ones might or might not exist!
In That Day: No, the greatest mystery,
Is that shepherd and sheep, at God in others, shake fist!
In That Day: How I would have gathered you,
Under wing, like a loving mother hen!
In That Day: But ye would not! Rather do,
Pride you keep that God isn’t in men!
Rather than to say of your fellow, God-justified man,
I see God lives in you and it now shames me!
You follow blind leaders with foundations of sand,
All blinkered to cheaply believe wrong doxie!
In That Day: The greatest mystery? (Man’s Anathema Anthem!)
God comes in man, but not as you choose!
In That Day: In a rogue’s gallery! (Man’s Anathema Ransom!)
Dare ye be vain? Listen! Do not lose!
In That Day: Accept, allow and receive,
Christ’s mind increases your intelligence greatly, though most fight it!
In That Day: Don’t God’s will grieve,
Christ’s mind is earned via Christ-in-You’s honored. Post-blight, try it!
No Living Masters? So what’s religion’s point? (In That Day!)
Absolutely no Christ-in-You’s? (In That Day!)
No God-Bearers? Not one Christ-Body joint? (In That Day!)
From which to choose? (In That Day!)
No Living Seers? (In That Day!)
Who’ve figured out what’s wrong? (In That Day!)
No I AM in Him Be-ers? (In That Day!)
No prophet-warriors: God-Strong? (In That Day!)
No faith at all for a God that’s alive in people alive?
Yea, though prophets live, faithless shepherds insist on jive!
In That Day: It is a great mystery,
To which there seems to be, from our shepherds anyway, no answer!
No Christ-in-You’s? Oh, dreary!
God leads, Behold quickly now, He comes quick: follow as dancer!
The Unending Problems with Therapeutic View-Holders
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 7/20/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The problem with the Therapeutic View is everyone’s a therapist,
And precisely none the anorexic, geriatric-wrath patient,
Whereas no one escapes the Tragic View, none can be escapist,
Great the energetic uplift, this Jeremiah path ancient.
In That Day Teachings’ much loathed,
Unpopular truth that no correcting leader is a to-be-worshipped saint,
Shows how leaders are ill-clothed,
Always pointing out other’s sins, implying sin: they somehow can’t!
Such disputes are always, in the end, settled,
By odd time, (Cincinnatus of Rome showed us twice: right!)
Therapeutic Views refuse to be un-pedestal’d,
By God rhyme. (G. Washington dethroned pride’s blight!)
Though the answers are plain enough to see,
The rarity of clarity of thought shows who is and who is not free,
While the world goes rough-lifeless-zombie,
First contact with sentient mind-life, Christ-in-You, too few be!
Our Founding Fathers made clever schemes,
To eternally check our, humankind’s, preternatural blight-depravity,
By dissing their lives, precepts and memes,
We’ve proved nothing, but how wrong we are, and right they be.
And just where is Christian religion,
In all this evil-rot mess?
In fear, greed and laziness: legion,
Who would’a guessed?
Good God! In That Day Teachings are hard!
Woe on its author and this author’s humble readers!
Like a tough Western, truth’s hard, pard’,
Without High Truth, we are just zombie breeders.
So when will In That Day Teachings be received?
And when will multitudes of consciences become Andromeda Ascendant?
When pride and hubris Leviathans are relieved,
And so many Job leaders become humble, and get Christ-in-You’s pendant.
Calvin Coolidge’s 150th Anniversary Speech
By Calvin Coolidge
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
7/4/1926 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(Note from RWB: Funny how this speech lines up with In That Day Teachings…)
We meet to celebrate the birthday of America. It is to pay our tribute of reverence and respect to those who participated in such a mighty event that we annually observe the fourth day of July. At the end of 150 years the four corners of the earth unite in coming to Philadelphia as to a holy shrine in acknowledgement of a service so great, which a few inspired men here rendered to humanity, that it is still the preeminent support of free government throughout the world.
It is not so much then for the purpose of undertaking to proclaim new theories and principles that this annual celebration is maintained, but rather to reaffirm and reestablish those old theories and principles which time and the unerring logic of events have demonstrated to be sound.
We are obliged to conclude that the Declaration of Independence represented the movement of a people. It was in no sense a rising of the oppressed and downtrodden. It brought no scum to the surface, for the reason that colonial society had developed no scum. The great body of the people were accustomed to privations, but they were free from depravity. If they had poverty, it was not of the hopeless kind that afflicts great cities, but the inspiring kind that marks the spirit of the pioneer. The American Revolution represented the informed and mature convictions of a great mass of independent, liberty-loving, God-fearing people who knew their rights, and possessed the courage to dare to maintain them.
The Declaration of Independence was the result of the seasoned and deliberate thought of the dominant portion of the people of the Colonies. It was in no sense a radical movement but took on the dignity of a resistance to illegal usurpations. It was conservative and represented the action of the colonists to maintain their constitutional rights which from time immemorial had been guaranteed to them under the law of the land.
It was not because it was proposed to establish a new nation, but because it was proposed to establish a nation on new principles, that July 4, 1776, has come to be regarded as one of the greatest days in history. Great ideas do not burst upon the world unannounced. They are reached by a gradual development over a length of time usually proportionate to their importance.
No one can examine this record and escape the conclusion that in the great outline of its principles the Declaration was the result of the religious teachings of the preceding period. They are found in the texts, the sermons, and the writings of the early colonial clergy who were earnestly undertaking to instruct their congregations in the great mystery of how to live. They preached equality because they believed in the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. They justified freedom by the text that we are all created in the divine image, all partakers of the divine spirit.
This was the purpose which the fathers cherished. In order that they might have freedom to express these thoughts and opportunity to put them into action, whole congregations with their pastors had migrated to the colonies. These great truths were in the air that our people breathed. Whatever else we may say of it, the Declaration of Independence was profoundly American.
In its main features the Declaration of Independence is a great spiritual document. It is a declaration not of material but of spiritual conceptions. Equality, liberty, popular sovereignty, the rights of man these are not elements which we can see and touch. They are ideals. They have their source and their roots in the religious convictions. They belong to the unseen world. Unless the faith of the American people in these religious convictions is to endure, the principles of our Declaration will perish.
Governments do not make ideals, but ideals make governments. The people have to bear their own responsibilities. There is no method by which that burden can be shifted to the government. It is not the enactment, but the observance of laws, that creates the character of a nation.
Ours is a government of the people. It represents their will. Its officers may sometimes go astray, but that is not a reason for criticizing the principles of our institutions. The real heart of the American Government depends upon the heart of the people. It is from that source that we must look for all genuine reform. It is to that cause that we must ascribe all our results.
There is far more danger of harm than there is hope of good in any radical changes.
No other theory is adequate to explain or comprehend the Declaration of Independence. It is the product of the spiritual insight of the people. We live in an age of science and of abounding accumulation of material things. These did not create our Declaration. Our Declaration created them. The things of the spirit come first.
Waiting for a Mammoth, Volcanic: Liberal Awakening
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 7/2/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Liberal paradise – Bankrupt,
Mammoth egos can’t be stopped,
Volcanic pride must erupt,
Unending spending has flopped.
Mammoth Lakes,
First in line for Obama’s ARRA stimulus bikeway!
On the takes, (What’s three million if others: willin’?)
Forty-nine other states pay for summer hike way!
But what now is this?
Town of Mammoth Lakes can’t pay?
Bankruptcy bliss?
How can liberal spenders say nay?
Poor liberal town of High Sierra Mammoth Lakes,
Not big enough to hide (or really grub) like corrupt L.A.!
It must pay (oh, the rub!) dear for its mistakes,
But will liberals ever learn? Will they? Who can say?
Maybe they’ll learn this time,
I really do not know!
But God can mystery-rhyme,
With active volcano.
Mutual Assured Brain-Slaughter… (a Modern Parable)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/30/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I saw a large circus tent and went in. It was filled with elementary school children. Inside, the Ringmaster announced, “In the Center Ring we are selling Popcorn-Brain-Slaughter, come and get it!” The popcorn boxes were marked, “Fear Big Government!” The children bought it.
The Ringmaster then announced, “In the South Ring we sell Brain-Slaughter-Peanuts, come and get it!” The peanut boxes were marked, “Fear End Times!” The children bought more.
The Ringmaster next announced, “In the North Ring we sell Cotton-Candy-Brain Slaughter, get it now!” The Cotton-Candy cones were marked, “Listen to the Ringmaster!” The children bought again.
By now, the children were sick and complained they could no longer see!
I saw a Wise Man dressed like a Samurai and asked what was going on. He said the Ringmaster thought he helped students, but really just made money off them. The low-level advice sold as popcorn, peanuts and cotton candy was making the children blind and dumb.
He said most of the children would grow up blind and dumb, and then be parents and grandparents. This made the Ringmaster happy as he would always have money, while believing he was helping little brains.
About that time, the Ringmaster saw the two of us. He told his lion handlers to send lions to eat us. We escaped.
I asked the Samurai, Doesn’t the Ringmaster want to hear from us that low-level brain food blinds people?
He just laughed.
The Samurai took me to a second circus tent. In it Ringmaster Two was selling children rotten brain food with containers saying "Love Big Brother!" "Fear Ringmaster One!" and "Listen to Ringmaster Two!"
The children were also made sick and blind. I asked what was going on. The Samurai said the two circus tents were just two camps exchanging hate.
The Samurai took me to a third circus. In it Ringmaster Three sold steak-on-a-stick, Alaskan salmon-on-a-stick and strawberries-on-a-stick. The sticks had messages like "Watch your leader's other hand!" and "Look behind the curtain!" and "Trust, but verify" and "Watch out for self-dealing leaders!" and "Leaders are NOT angels!" and "If you become a leader, ask for correction!"
The children were smart, strong and had sight like eagles. The Samurai said this was where he had learned about life.
I asked, "Is there anyway to stop the cruel mental abuse going on in the first two circus tents? The Samurai said that the two camps exchanging hate had done so for 5,000 years. He said every hundred years or so, the third tent becomes popular, but only for a short while.
He said a remnant from the third circus usually prevented wars, but wasn't always successful.
I asked, couldn't you explain to people to avoid mind-raping, self-dealing carney hucksters, selling rotten, low-mentality food hurting sight and thinking abilities?
Again, the Samurai just laughed.
The Samurai said, You will be virtually ignored and be considered to have no truth unless you have a show of lies and publish books of lies and agree to appear on other shows that sell other lies. On your show of lies you must give appearances to other lying show-masters that they sell their books of lies as well. This is how the quid-pro-quo system of lie selling works, book to book, show to show, everyone scratching the other liar’s back.
I asked the Samurai, well then what about truth?
He just laughed.
I asked, but don’t these shows and show-authors have any truth?
He answered, Yes. But the small truths they proclaim are ruined by the fact they imply they are show-angels and author-angels promising by implication that their supposed viewer-angels and reader-angels will somehow ascend. By example of the show-masters and show-authors, their viewers and readers will not ascend in thinking, being or action. They are the blinded-by-pride leading the blinded-by-pride. They have no lessons learned. They have no humility. No answers.
I asked, do they not think on good subjects for our times?
He answered, The show-masters and show-authors steal from true authors who pioneer the field of analyzing why pretend-angels have ruined the planet. Because they do not honor the true pioneers, whose thinking usually exceeds the show-masters’ abilities, and because they do not honor the true prophets, whose seeing usually exceeds the show-masters’ abilities, they are mostly full of pride. And pride is what they are and pride is what they teach.
I asked, couldn’t they teach humility? Wouldn’t that be the answer for non-angel leaders who proclaim their audience can be angels by following their shows, books and thinking?
The Samurai said, I could show you another big tent, and its name is Religion. It has Christian mega church leaders, televangelists and pastors who teach that whereas man is fallen and sinful, they – as leaders – are unquestionably right, and all the time right. They sell indulgences marked with the words “Christians are always right” “Your leader need never answer a question” “Touch Not God’s Anointed” “Never look for self-dealing shenanigans in your leaders who are always angels” and “Avoid All Self-Correction.”
I said, So modern Christianity teaches pride on top of pride on top of pride? Because leaders have forgotten they are fallen? They forgot that Madison said leaders are not angels?
The Samurai said, This is why the entire planet is going socialistic and embracing hidden enslavement. The pride of religion has co-joined with the pride of secular humanism, each thinking they cannot ever be wrong! The cheap thinking has enabled mystic tyrants to wink at each others’ self-dealing, cleric to politician, politician to cleric. Wink! Wink! They claim they are enemies to each other, but they are really just scratching each other’s lying backs!
Then, I laughed.
Why Mentalities Embarrass Themselves, In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/29/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Mentalities publically embarrassed,
Note at this time, In That Day,
Double-minded deeds can’t be erased,
Statures blown up and away.
And most everyone, of course,
Pretends not to dare notice!
Mental ships bad off-course,
From POTUS to SCOTUS.
Let your yeas be yeas,
Who was it that said that?
And your nays be nays,
Double minds fall flat!
Forbearance, we who can still think, forbearance our practice,
With precious mentalities intact!
From deep wells we drain drink, though world give us malice,
We wait… for right time to act!
We, who think straight,
Who have the “Tragic View,” which gives us excellence,
Are met with hate,
By the conflicted-of-thought, who’ve lost common sense.
So then is all of this,
Somehow: the simple, sweeping, great hand of God?
Those with pretense,
With hubris-wrong thoughts: self-make brains odd?
They do it to themselves?
Each brain made foggier, dumber by core wrong beliefs!
Putting brains on shelves?
While opposite happens to those God: strong relieves!
Forbearance, we who can still think, forbearance our practice,
With precious mentalities intact!
From deep wells we drain drink, though world give us malice,
We wait… for right time to act!
“You see, not only is there the Divine,
There is a twisted sense of humor!”
In That Day Teachings are good find!
More to Christ’s mind than rumor.
Gene Roddenberry’s ugly, hideous Magog creature, Rev Bem,
In the Andromeda (Ascendant) TV series,
Said the above first two lines in jocose, parabolic wisdom,
Is it God’s answer to our ancient queries?
So, can In That Day Teachings, amazingly then,
Actually take the double-minded out of inane, puerile parked orbit?
And remove deep-thought, mind-disabling sin?
Factually, the world ignores it! Who would then, daren’t absorb it?
Forbearance, we who can still think, forbearance our practice,
With precious mentalities intact!
From deep wells we drain drink, though world give us malice,
We wait… for right time to act!
