My God Has Got Me Covered!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/16/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My God has got me covered,
I love to yak and yak!
My God has got me covered,
Front right down to back!
My God has got me covered,
That is just what my pose is!
He’s got me covered full well,
From Paul back to Moses!
So, I could jump out a high window,
So sure Jesus is there!
But on second thought, I’ll say I won’t,
In me, He says somewhere!
Just how my God has got me covered,
From heaven outside to me, in!
Eruditely explain this full up I can’t,
Begin… to begin… to begin!
Because Men Are Not Angels
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/18/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Because men are not angels,
They thus: need government,
Just as preachers need prophets,
But where have prophets went?
Prophets went to caves,
Down, down, down!
As preachers rode pride,
‘Round, ‘round, ‘round!
For hundreds, nay two thousand,
Years preachers went without limit or much reason,
Prophets, perhaps thousands,
Lived and died in caves, with preachers in treason.
Yet now prophets are coming out,
Having not learned the full lesson,
E’en prophets must take correction,
From each other, the way of God’s Son!
Christ-in-you, the mysterious lesson,
Astonishing this age,
In humility: indwelt wisdom,
Correctly makes each sage.
Correction IS the sign,
Of God’s great, indwelt Spirit,
Sadly, sadly, sadly,
Few prophets will now hear it.
Yes, the preachers are gross wayward,
Yet the prophets are still a little off,
Would they correct each other true,
Revival would begin! Yet, they scoff!
Who is Flexible?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/29/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Rigid, Radical Muslims,
Want to control the world,
Because they hate the flexible!
Rigid PC Socialists,
Want to control the world,
Because they hate the flexible!
Rigid Church Leaders,
Want to control the world,
Because they hate the flexible!
Christ wants to indwell the world,
So that we control ourselves,
Because God’s love is flexible!
How to Make Truth Easy?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/30/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How to make truth easy?
Make it a lie?
Friends, that is just something,
I cannot buy.
To make hard truths inoffensive,
I can’t!
But comes reply: Make it so!
I shan’t!
I shall not make truth easy,
And bought without cost!
No, it’s lies that come easy,
How Christians are lost!
Sadly, many Christians are lost,
In a sea of lies,
Easy preachers sold them lots,
Of known sells and buys.
Selling and buying lies,
Is what church has become,
But it is what is hard,
Makes a daughter or son.
To be son or daughter,
Of our most high God,
Love the offensive truth!
But most think this odd!
Most think backward,
Most of the time,
And think that truth,
Asks no pain rhyme.
Truth is kin with pain,
So make yourself tough,
God wants you mature,
His love is enough.
God’s love is enough,
To get you through the pain of truth,
Once thru, help others,
Who think pain avoidance: vermouth!
The pain is realizing upon truth revelation,
We believed when the devil to us lied!
Because it’s time to repent, repent, repent!
Reject the lies! Then God lives inside!
Sand in Prophetic Oysters
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/30/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Sand in prophetic oysters,
That’s what we are,
Irritants to each other,
To go: more far!
Almost each seer I’ve met,
Is myopically self-absorbed,
To meet me, who am the same,
Reveals what we cannot afford!
A beginning, even advanced, seer,
Hates to give another his due!
Seers have a hard time being humbled,
Thinking their sight is solely imbued!
Hardest of all is honoring,
Small insights: elder to junior,
It’s how seers eliminate,
In themselves: feeling superior.
For no, not one prophet knows it all,
In That Day, which is now,
We are self-absorbed, narcissistic,
Until sand comes, and: OUW!
Sand irritates us,
Who believe each alone is The Seeing Man!
Humbleness makes pearls,
If we can bow our proud eyes. In God we can!
True Seekers Truly Wonder
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The seekers wonder,
Because it is a new year,
What wisdom is found,
In That Day from a seer.
The seer would say,
To the seekers thus,
Dark poems have more,
But the world thinks less!
Worldly eyes could not have thought,
Of In That Day’s poems: less,
Even great seekers agreed,
What the world thinks: best.
Minds that should know,
Had good reasons why,
Dark wisdom in,
Dark poems: pass bye!
So, is the bulk and specific,
Work of In That Day of great lack?
It is wisdom? A miss? Or a hit?
To just what, give we our great back!
Do true seekers wonder,
Verily, this new year?
What wisdom is true found,
In That Day from a seer?
Worst, the very worst,
Oh, the very worst of all!
Uncorrected,
Seers standing on wall.
Every Once in a While…
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Don’t worry mis bandidos,
Said El Jefe with a grin,
We robbed the bank hoy dia,
In this camp tonight, we win!
Won’t the posse chase us?
Asked a bandido fat and small,
No, they’ll stop at six miles,
Pero, we rode diez miles in all!
Said their El Jefe,
With a fearless grin,
Then why you stand guard,
Over all us men?
Asked the brave-hearted bandido,
Who asked the question quite strong,
I stand guard tonight, said Jefe,
Because once in a while, I’m wrong!
Christ, Confucius and Prosperity Preachers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/14/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Confucius said, He who troubles to discover what is right,
Rather than discovering what will pay is the greater man.
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Confucius said, Take for your preoccupation,
The way of life, not the pay of life.
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Confucius said, The ruler who accepts riches as his due in time of plenty,
Should suffer without complaint along with his people in time of dearth.
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Confucius said, As between the snobbish rich,
And the vulgar poor, I prefer the vulgar poor.
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Confucius said, [When not right] I can’t go far wrong,
[Because I allow] people [to] soon set me right.
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Confucius said, He who leads to [financial] battle,
An uninstructed [or duped] people: betrays them!
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Confucius said, Be not ashamed of mistakes,
And thus make them [un-confessed] crimes.
What do Prosperity Preachers say and do?
What does Christ-Inside-You say and do?
Irony and Self-Awareness
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/16/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The amount of irony available,
In the universal mess,
Is precisely: inversely proportional,
To our own self-awareness!
That a prosperity preacher can,
Be a reverse-Robin-Hood,
Robbing from the poor, unaware,
What makes his own riches: good!
The emotional preacher oft says,
God is here!
When it’s just his mojo-jive,
Himself: mere!
The dry-bones-intellect preacher,
Likes to figure God out,
But worship in Spirit-and-Truth,
Not truth alone, we tout!
Rapture preaching,
Brings foul slouch and fear,
Unaware that,
Such makes God: not near!
Hardest of all,
For the religious unaware,
To see Christ come,
Now! Inside others: who care!
The aware care to honor,
Whom God does indwell,
That is something unaware,
Folk: won’t buy or sell!
Unaware folk buy and sell,
Lies-on-lies from preachers so vain,
But pride keeps sight blind,
And from seeing irony: so plain!
Creation and Creator: In or Out of Box!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/09/10
As Copernicus put the Earth in orbit,
To go around the sun,
So In That Day Teachings,
Put God in: indwelt man!
God is in heaven, yes, (much!)
But His desire is to live in man! (much!)
Low preachers can’t do this, (much!)
So they and their sheep don’t understand! (much!)
But saints, of course, have always done this, (much!)
And now must many In That Day! (much!)
Multitudes would join in: in high Him! (much!)
If leaders weren’t blocking the way! (much!)
More intelligence, more enlightenment, (much!)
More wisdom, more harmony of soul! (much!)
Versus more denseness to shenanigans, (much!)
More blindness to tricksterism’s role! (much!)
That’s what In That Day is about,
God in uplifted man!
That’s why preachers are so shocked,
In antipodal sham!
These In That Day Teachings,
Aren’t unique to a certain man,
They’re independent known,
Confirmable to each human!
Try them, and you’ll see!
Ancient wisdom over hucksterism: is how to be!
To be God-indwelt,
Right doctrine, right spirit: makes you, well, free!
In That Day Teachings,
A Rosetta stone of incomparable worth?
Or just a good way God,
Can get inside humans for some mirth!
Yes, we must not take ourselves too serious,
That would be a mistake,
Nevertheless, take note of these teachings,
God-bearing: they’ll make!
Note the creativity!
It has grown and grown!
How the teachings,
Have sown and sown!
Is this not a witness of Bible and God indwelling,
And a confirmation of Western Enlightenment?
Preachers, ask why harmonious confirmation?
In the work! But in their soul: affright-ment!
The scope is broad, the reach: far,
The witness in scripture, saints of old and your spirit!
The promptings: upward, onward,
To return of strength and courage! Can you hear it?
This is In That Day!
When wisdom increases and God-indwelling is known!
Also a bad time,
When covers on the prideful and blind are blown.
But who would, or could, give credit,
To an unrecognized man in Reno?
No matter what great work is done,
Chuck it! What does he know?
Is it wise to judge against,
Such a large body of confirming work?
Many have prayed for light!
Light has a way of bothering the dark!
We’re shocked! Shocked! God-ambling going on here?
We’re out-wisdomed, out-orthodoxed?
Say those stunned preachers who dumbed-down sheep,
Preaching creation and God: full boxed!
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today’s Rosetta Stone
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/4/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Nothing good found now,
So you say?
Is today’s answer,
Yesterday?
Yesterday! Yesterday!
It is all we hear,
Blind to today’s answers,
Tomorrow: we fear!
Yesterday’s answers,
Sound so right!
But we live just: NOW,
What a fright!
No Rosetta stone of understanding,
For us to allege,
Just impossible yesterday tried now,
Our brain-stopping siege.
Man the barricades!
Keep out all reason!
Our God wants it just so,
All else is treason!
Or is it?
Or is it we’ve chosen cheap thinking?
Then posit,
Has pride then kept out Truth drinking?
Truth is bitter,
Truth is sweet,
Abstain: and,
Meet defeat.
In defeat,
We have chosen yesterday,
Than rather,
Pioneer anon’s right way.
And what is the right way?
You ask me now,
It’s reason God provides,
To us somehow.
It’s two-thousand years,
Of Western Enlightenment,
Ours to defend or,
Despise like excrement.
Love pioneers in Century,
Twenty-One,
As God begat Christ born,
His own Son.
For what began then,
Shall have Rosetta stone maturity,
Lowliness and strength,
Manifested in good men’s surety.
Yes, In That Day,
The circle completes what was then begun,
God manifests,
Himself in true-loving others: His Son.
And that Truth embraces,
All Truth that has ever gone on before,
And honors Truth indwelt,
Champions now preparing to soar.
To soar in and above confusion,
Of our sad, small-thinking yesterday-filled present,
Not for nothing eons of toil,
Of good men hand us our Rosetta stone fragment.
So then, what shall we do?
Throw this old Rosetta stone over our back?
Or add to, fill it in,
Complete all in love: so none ever lack!
Professor Schtoop’s Poop
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/4/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My name, students in class, ees professor Von Schtoop!
Unt you veel learn dis lesson: gut! Yah?
Clerical unt political tyranny,
Has brought us to dis bad infamy! Yah?
Before great revival,
Vee find who has lied all! Gut?
Unt den: Tah Dah!
Revival wilt survive all! Gut?
Ahem: Any questions?
No? NO? WHY NOT?
Gut Godt! To question,
You have forgot? WHAT?
Western Enlightenment,
Class: One-Oh-One,
Question EVERYTHING,
Under dee sun!
Leaders, you must know, have self-interest: ALWAYS!
So den: Keep dee finances in dee sun’s ways,
Power corrupts unt must be checked,
So sheepdogs keeps dose wolves busy vexed!
Leaders wit linguistics unaware: hypnotize,
A magician, by golly, does deep realize,
Dat blind leaders put blind sheep in dee ditch,
So ask, is your leader like a broomstick witch?
Is your beeg leader lawless,
Yet blnds dee sheep under dee law?
Are your sheepdogs toothless,
Under dat leaders’ bloody maw?
So class: Hail Western Enlightenment’s,
Check against leaders tempted into corruption’s sin,
Believe dat: Unt professor Von Schtoop’s job’s,
Done. Got dat? Okay: Den let revival begin!
It Hurts to Think!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/17/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
It hurts to think!
That is the problem,
But wait! Thinking,
Can’t be our Goblin!
We must dedicate ourselves,
To lessons from Western Civilization,
No matter how much it hurts,
To see self-interest in full usurpation.
Self-interest IS in pulpits,
Politics and media matters!
In schools, banks and mirrors!
We, yes we’ve been most bad: mad hatters!
And the solution is neither,
Despair nor Quietism,
It’s speaking truth to power,
Which humbles elitism.
Worst of all our pulpits,
Have outsourced so much insanity!
Would God forgive our sins,
And restore His mind to humanity!
Yes, it hurts to think,
But to not think hurts more!
For thought frees us,
To NOT be pimp or whore.
To not be cheap-thinking, self-interested chumps,
Always hoping or conning or making others to pay,
But rather, dedicated to self-restraint,
Our ancient fathers’ liberty, freedom and hard way.
Where Has My Church Been?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Where has My Church been?
In this upcoming uncivil war!
Where minorities greed-empowered,
Want to take all that’s come before.
Where has My Church been?
To explain cats shouldn’t teach mice!
To fight self-interest,
To expose antichrist mind-lice.
Where has My Church been?
Regarding global, fervent upheaval!
Self-interest! That’s where,
In sanguine alignment with same evil.
Where has My Church been?
In vanity, puerility and worse!
How to change bad minds?
Of sheep-shepherds: blindly off course.
Where has My Church been?
Far, far from Christ-in-You!
Just factions each sure,
Their ploy: God will imbue.
Where has My Church been?
Causing heaven’s bereavement!
Alleged to mental tyranny,
Brother to enslavement.
Where has My Church been?
Cats teaching poor mice!
Blind to all cat games,
Calling whatnot: Nice.
Where has My Church been?
Dumber than a rock!
Awake, baby brains!
God: you cannot mock.
Cracking the Egg
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
It’s not cracking the egg,
On a skillet that’s the skillet’s demise,
We all know: the skillet’s too strong for that!
No, It’s the loose handle,
Wear down, rust up, hole thru: surprise,
That no pan, however strong, survives attack!
Succinctly, it’s not factions,
In Christianity, you must surmise,
Brothers! Know this: it’s not unity we lack!
We need self-awareness, non-cheap thought,
Western Enlightenment’s lofty reprise!
Not more bloviating, low-thought smack!
It’s knowing a mountain of words,
Like a mountain of power should NOT arise,
Christ won’t and can’t return in minds of cheap stupor: black!
It’s knowing when to stop wording,
Endless words makes a devil’s disguise,
Each nugatory posit keeps Christ-in-You from coming back!
More! More! And More!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Now teachers insist taxpayers,
Who make less, pay them more!
Televangelists insist donors,
Who make less, pay them more!
Government workers insist taxpayers,
Who make less, pay them more!
Political leaders insist denizens,
Who make less, pay them more!
What For? What For? What For?
More! More! And More!
Western Enlightenment insists cats,
Must not teach mice, or they gore!
Western Enlightenment insists preachers,
Must not be wolves, or they gore!
Western Enlightenment insists governments,
Must not be leviathans, or they gore!
Western Enlightenment insists leaders,
Must not be self-interested, or they gore!
What For? What For? What For?
More! More! And More!
Ancient Wisdom insists teachers,
Teach students to guard against: the teacher whore!
Ancient Wisdom insists preachers,
Teach sheep to guard against: the preacher whore!
Ancient Wisdom insists bureaucrats,
Teach citizens to guard against: the bureaucrat whore!
Ancient Wisdom insists leaders,
Teach followers to guard against: the leader whore!
What For? What For? What For?
More! More! And More
Immaturity and War, Maturity and Peace
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/22/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Baby priests and pastors,
Beget baby sheep-citizens.
Baby sheep-citizens,
Vote for baby politicians.
Baby politicians,
Beget strife.
Strife torn nations,
Beget war.
War begets,
Maturity.
Maturity begets
Mature priests and pastors.
Mature priests and pastors,
Beget mature sheep-citizens.
Mature sheep-citizens,
Vote for mature politicians.
Mature politicians,
Beget peace.
Look Beyond to Grow God Within!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Look beyond the bible,
To confirm what’s in it,
Or we can be trapped by,
Small men in small minute!
God is time,
Expand vocabulary beyond bible,
Learn new words,
God’s universe grows: be ye pliable!
God is the Word,
So don’t be stuck in seventh grade thought,
So, reacher: grow,
Don’t be herded, or herd, where we ought not!
But beware, new seers,
Of newfound land,
You’ll think it’s body,
When only hand!
Verily, sight covers,
A lot of territory,
Drink deep from sight’s well,
Before saying, Now I see!
Realize small-religion-thought-worlds,
Represented to be: God’s mind complete,
Are dark prisons of enslavement,
God constrains none, so move your mind’s feet!
Religion is infantile,
God is full perfect in love: mature,
Don’t hate antichrist captors,
Be inscrutable: learn to be pure!
Jesus had our Father in Him,
We have Christ,
After Two Days’ brain bashing,
Stop the heist!
Wildfires in Texas!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/1/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There are wildfires in Texas,
Big earthquakes in New Zealand!
Are our stomachs upset?
As God cries out for freedom!
Stand we like pylons,
In crashing waves of earth strife?
Or, ride: flexible,
Like surfers loving free life!
The Rosetta stone of today,
Is the good tragic view,
Without Christ-in-You: in us now,
Little is what bigs do.
Shall we think small,
About the next strange tragedy,
And say God judges,
Our pet cause: as we now see?
For Muslim freedom fighters,
Reach for democracy: once,
To make a strange caliphate,
That is anti-God: full dunce!
The greatest power is to be,
NOW! Christ-in-You!
For great power in government,
Is always rued.
The greatest power God gives out,
Is in the individual,
But small men hate that most,
Elite rulers: their God cabal!
There are wildfires in Texas,
Big earthquakes in New Zealand!
Where is power best put?
As God cries out for freedom!
Captain West’s Christ-Chrysalis Prayer for Pilgrims
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/4/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Land pilgrims, please now gather ‘round,
I’m Captain West, my advice: sound!
I know you’re on a holy quest to settle holy land,
I’ve been where you go, give you my firm hand!
You’ve had prophets prophesy on you outcomes: both good and bad,
Pshaw! Such prophets wear out their fingers from so much wag!
So, before you bible-packing, praying folk,
Begin, know this: your journey is no joke!
When brigands our Conestoga wagons attack,
Drop bible: grab rifle, aim well ‘n shoot back!
When crossing foaming rivers mighty swift and drowning deep,
If yore baby falls in, drop bible: jump in ‘n grab child to keep!
When, at day’s end, and it’s hard cold with snow,
Drop bible: grab ax ‘n get wood for fire’s blow!
When wagon wheel is stuck on the highest cliff-side ledge,
Drop bible: grab courage ‘n muscle against fall out’s edge!
And then! Then: at thousand-mile journey’s end,
You thank your tools, and me: your best friend.
You’ll find it funny, but if you’re like me,
You’ll BE that bible: to read-see for free!
But nobody believes this Christ-chrysalis at first,
Fingers stuck to bible, at times, can be the worst!
Unstick those fingers at bible’s well worn page,
Do right, be right, act wise: true-be God’s sage.
Hardship is coming, let us thankfully begin,
Caterpillars to butterflies: now say amen!
You’re Gonna’ Love This! (For a While)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/9/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Baby Christians,
Welcome in my arms,
My name is Satan,
I have for you: charms!
Got any greed?
Prosperity is perfect for you!
Got any fear?
Rapture amps up fear imbued!
Got a brain?
Dry-bones intellectualism will work!
Got emotion?
Unthinking mojo-jive makes you jerk!
And seers, seers,
You’re gonna’ love this!
Urgently cry out,
Warning. Now that’s bliss!
Warnings, smarmings, ha, ha!
It’s all the same to two worlds!
Religious-secular,
Hear nothing, though truth’s unfurled!
As Satan,
I do not know why God gives me this trap,
You, His sheep,
End up, each one, in my odious lap!
Perhaps it’s to let you grow,
Out of two worlds of sin,
First secular, then religious,
Then: Christ-in-You comes in!
As Satan,
I really hate that!
Traps ruined,
In That Day: kersplat!
The Intelligence Failure in Churchianity
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/10/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We’ve got the world melting down,
Sub-taught Christians say: “It’s God’s judgment!”
And want world to say, “Yes, God!”
But why is intelligence: absent?
For the world is melting down,
Because of Western Enlightenment abandoned,
Mystic tyranny is UP!
Politic, cleric: just look anywhere random.
The intelligence failure in churchianity,
Is to fail to see this grand pattern,
To say “Yes, God” and also “Yes, insanity,”
Is to promote being a slattern.
Churchianity hates to think,
Since thinking is hard,
But NOT thinking is evil,
Awake from canard!
Clearly, God is not supporting revival,
Sans Greek, Jewish, Gothic-Christian Enlightenment,
The world can’t say, “Yes, God, Yes Socialism!”
“Yes, PC lies, Yes, Mob Rule, Yes: all frighten-ment!”
The purist stupidity,
Is to promote “Yes, God” never mind Western history,
Santa Muerte helps mobsters,
Do evil, with their god’s blessing: Church is too PC!
The intelligence failure,
Is to fail to believe God gave us republics,
Minds to question everything,
Full transparency, limited power as checks.
Check the fully mature Christian mind,
Does it say “Yes, God” and “Yes, to God’s great Western truths”?
Or does it want just baby-thoughts and no hard-earned wisdom,
So that seven thousand years growth is vainly forsoothed?
Watching the Other Hand
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/10/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What is In That Day?
Well, in truth, it’s a thing very grand,
For the first time sheep,
Suddenly see: The Other Hand!
The Other Hand in shenanigans,
Of self-interested wolf-shepherds,
Who have kept brains generally dark,
Lest sheep see their odious wolf records.
Intelligence is on the march,
So is recompense,
Sheep now ask shepherds why their talk,
Makes almost no sense.
Prosperity pimps sell greed,
Illogical indulgences,
Rapture pimps sell fear dolled up,
Making not sound minds: but dunces!
Gone is self-checking correction,
That used to guide Western civilized man,
In place posing are brainy tyrants,
Taking sheep for all the soul-strength they can.
Except the internet and man’s quest for truth,
Have stopped the mystic shepherds flat!
The nascent smart can’t be made dumb again,
They see the fake rabbits in fake hat!
The late, great mystic tyrants,
Whose Other Hands we never really could see,
Are caught in their cookie jars,
Which kept Christ-in-You from you and from me.
Kept from us, by fey wolves we were kept dumb,
And blind as a rock,
But now with power, love and a sound mind,
In That Day: takes stock!
The Unbeknownst Beast
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/11/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Admiral Ahab,
Advise me, sir uncle,
I’m a midshipman,
Warn me of carbuncle!
Aye lad, your uncle admiral,
Shall surely tell you,
To avoid the Unbeknownst Beast,
With any ship’s crew!
Uncle Ahab,
What is this thing: Unbeknownst Beast?
My dear nephew,
It’s what captain and crew: fear least!
One day they’re sailing,
Merrily along,
Next day they’re sinking,
Or shot thru becalmed.
Aye laddie, I’d rather be whipped,
A thousand times over gun barrel,
Than et’ by ol’ Unbeknownst Beast,
No worse thing happens in travel!
The Beast Self-Interest imprisons the mind,
And enslaves your soul!
Believe ye this: in you God can’t live,
When essence is ghoul!
On land you see it in preachers,
Devouring their dimwit flocks,
But worse: God can’t live in sheep,
Loving whom and what God mocks!
The Self-Interested Captain or Shepherd,
Full deceives himself and his men,
And God can’t quicken or live inside,
Congregation or crew of them!
Blind! Blind! Blind!
They all be!
Proud, dumb, lost!
Lost at sea!
It starts with a mind trick,
Captain or Shepherd come to think only they, themselves, know all,
Leaders: too harsh or soft,
Or fancy, or pretty or strange plot twist from evil’s cabal!
Then the sheep or ship’s crew,
Believe themselves: the in-crowd on how to think!
Then unawares at night,
Or in life’s storm or battle: their ship’s bound to sink!
The Beast Self-Interest imprisons the mind,
And enslaves your soul!
Believe ye this: in you God can’t live,
When essence is ghoul!
Dear Uncle Ahab,
What shall I do?
No matter what, son,
Let God in you.
No matter how much some well-followed captain has tried,
If Self-Interest Beast: he has not slayed,
Run away, God quickens and let Christ-in-You live,
Souls become great only when God made.
But Uncle Ahab,
How can this all be true?
Son, you’ll know In That Day,
Let God in you.
The Beast Self-Interest imprisons the mind,
And enslaves your soul!
Believe ye this: in you God can’t live,
When essence is ghoul!
Bent Timber and Red Ember
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/15/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Have you noticed? Humanity,
Is bent timber requiring a straight plane,
To take out ruthless self-interest,
And install reason and love in the main.
Our leaders are,
Smarter than us, above the law!
Luckier than us, luckier by far!
Richer than us, never broke!
Always in power, we the yoke!
Thus it is now and ever has been,
The better enslave lesser: yang and yin.
This is true of our leaders,
Cleric and political,
Too big to fail businesses,
All hail: the ruler cabal!
Thus freedom comes to,
The smarter than us, we the jail!
The luckier than us, our dice fail!
The richer than us, our money flees!
The lords over us, whom we ask: please!
Please, oh lords of excellence, may we have,
A little freedom twig, from your master staff?
America’s Founding Fathers,
Were beyond this: they gave freedom pure,
To all who would have it in truth,
But brilliant brigands have kilt their cure.
Now cleric, politic, and We’re-in-Charge tyranny,
Rule the day,
Things will turn out right if we give all monies to,
Whom they say.
Perhaps the internet,
Will make us smarter, smarter than they think!
And we’ll drink of truth, more than they drink!
And dislodge the charming brainiac slave-masters, lording over us!
Just as we’ve ever been thrown under, they’ll see bottom of bus!
If we always remember: Humankind is universally bent timber,
Requiring a straight plane, or when overly crooked: red ember.
So revival will,
Truly set people free!
Not how it used to be!
Modern Christians will pioneer,
Christ-in-You: they’ll show is here!
Oh that revivalists would stop, believe and ponder,
Abandon tripe, and restore God-bearing wonder!
What does bent timber and red ember,
Have to do with revival?
First, get self-interest, sham habits out,
And pray God enliven all.
How to Un-teach a Sub-taught, Propagandized Brain
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/17/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I was taught by me-myself-and-I leaders,
That’s what I became,
Now it’s: me-me-me! Can’t you see-see-see?
I speak always: same.
But something is happening,
To me-myself-and-I myopia,
Truly, truly: I now see,
My endless-loop-taught dystopia!
Just when something greater I see,
My sub-enlightenment self-blandishment kicks in,
I don’t get what I see right,
My me-myself-and-I brain-washing cruel: rips in!
My smuck teachers almost completely,
Ruined my brain,
Just when I think I escape their teachings,
In me: they remain!
The only thing that seems to work,
Is to fully disavow me-myself-and-I tripe,
Truth: only then, I receive,
And smoke it in my spirit pipe!
Through deceived institutions, I became,
A fully injured institution,
By rejecting sub-teaching in toto, I become,
Anon: Christ-in-You retribution!
Not for nothing are the sub-taught,
Unable to comprehend: In That Day!
The dumb: taught by the dumb,
Find themselves in nothing: but God’s way!
They are in the way of ego enlargement,
So full of selves, they miss God-in-man in all sums,
They talk endlessly of what God’s doing,
Never seeing why God, in a better mind: comes!
Then and Now: One thru Twelve
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/19/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
One-then: When Jesus, age thirty, lived,
The non-Jews, being heathen, rejected His pate,
One-now: As I, even I, now live,
Non-Christians, human secularists: my faith hate!
Two-then: When Jesus, age thirty, lived,
Jews in general, didn’t see Our Father in Him,
Two-now: As I, even I, now live,
Most Christians don’t, in me, see Jesus’ brim!
Three-then: When Jesus, age thirty, lived,
The world disbelieved and persecuted God-in-man,
Three-then: As I, even I, now live,
The world disbelieves and persecutes: Same-as-can!
Four-then: When Jesus, age thirty, lived,
Proud, prejudiced Jews rejected God-in-Him, as quick come,
Four-now: When souls mature-in-Christ live,
Proud, prejudiced men reject that God can live inside: some!
Five-then: Most believers believed God,
Had to come some: non-inside-Christ way,
Five-now: Proud believers in rapture,
Blind to indwelling, much the same: say!
Six-then: Jews were shocked,
Shocked they were wrong,
Six-now: Rapture-blind are locked,
Locked in error strong!
Seven-then: Father God made sight rather hard,
So in the end, few got it right,
Seven-now: Lo and behold, God hasn’t changed,
Few see light, rest: in same plight!
Eight-then: Father-in-Jesus weeded out the proud,
Who would not for God-in-man look,
Eight-now: Christ-in-you-and-me weeds out the stubborn,
Rapture-blind: who’d rather be took!
Nine-then: The majority of priests and prophets,
Being proud, blind, stupid: got it wrong,
Nine-now: The majority of priests and prophets,
To antipode scripture: still belong!
Ten-then: God’s still, small voice gave those opposite,
Blind majority opinion: new eyes and ears to see,
Ten-now: The proud still hate those opposite,
Blind majority opinion: I-AM-in-them, so free!
Eleven-then: It was easy to salute,
The buried God-imbued of the past,
Eleven-now: Like them then, so also now,
The living God-imbued are outcast!
Twelve-then: True disciples indwelt-of-God,
Were few, such: others did refute,
Twelve-now: Behold, has Christ come quickly now,
In you? Such others, now salute!
Don’t Immanentize the Eschaton
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Don’t immanentize the eschaton,
Eric Voegelin warned in Nineteen Fifty-two,
Thus, don’t be so rapture ready,
That: that’s all that you can do.
Radical Muslims do this,
Crazy is their scheme,
To bring an end-times world,
In judgment: extreme!
Just as crazy Christians,
Occupy their minds with ill thought,
End times shenanigans,
They can’t seem to see: what’s been bought!
Eschaton immanentizers,
Buy and sell breathless panic and fear,
They hope, they pray and work always,
That the end-of-times be: too near!
Brilliant,
They think they are,
Truth-bereft,
Is their dark star.
What the world needs,
Is not this!
Such folk should be,
Most remiss!
Christian escapists might apologize,
For screwing up world thinking,
Christians are supposed to sell truth,
Not backwards, sub-thought slinking!
Christians might rather promote,
Natural law,
Something America’s Founders,
Were in awe.
And Western Enlightenment,
Checks, balances, speaking truth to power,
Limits on all things too big,
Self-correction applied to selves: this hour!
Verily, if Christianity had not,
Fully abandoned natural law’s ways,
The world would not appear to be so close to,
What looks like, but isn’t, end-of-days!
The only thing we’re at the end of,
Is stupid, politically correct, socialist culture,
Because God and man, right on time,
Are ripping lies from grey matter, as does a vulture!
And the biggest, greatest lie,
To come out of Christ’s wayward body,
Is immanent eschaton,
After which, minds won’t be so shoddy.
By seeing tomorrow will come,
Not the end-of-time’s way,
Christ-in-You will be possible,
Bringing to us now: In That Day.
And what is In That Day,
But intelligence on the march,
God’s mind and man’s,
Bridging love’s great arch.
Extraordinary!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The preachers did and extraordinary thing,
And they did it plenty,
They left off preaching Matthew, Mark, Luke, John,
They didn’t preach it any!
Instead, they preached a thing called: Natural Law,
As in the Spirit of Seventeen Seventy-Six,
When America was first hammered out,
Not socialized: with narrative liberal, sick!
No use beating a dead horse,
Then the Gods of Copybook Headings: have victory complete,
We’ve helped the stupor along,
They said, with mindless religious shenanigans: NLP replete!
Said the suddenly wizened preachers,
Who saw much more of dastard error,
What’s worse, we’ve preached end-times junk,
Immanentizing eschaton terror!
When the world’s got terror left and right,
From Socialism to Jihad,
Said the preachers, We forgot God’s fight,
We’ve been the worst of all that’s bad!
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
We will now and evermore proclaim,
And Western Enlightened precepts’ awe,
We’ll stop right now the big defame!
We’ll stop defaming mankind’s intellect,
Which God wants to improve universally now,
We say then, It is not too heavy to lift!
That was their wholesome, turn-around vow!
Well sir,
It worked! Hip-Hip-Hooray!
Quickly!
Making now: In That Day!
The present became a thing of beauty,
Solutions galore!
Once preachers saw they’d been on Mesmer duty,
Selling souls like whore.
Cheap thoughts! Cheap thoughts!
Had been their group-think, sub-taught bible cry!
Death! And More Death!
They saw, resulted: never asking why!
Until In That Day came,
And helped order well and uplift brains!
Under Natural Law’s good,
Mankind once more made: boldest gains!
And it started when preachers stopped,
Their hypnotic charade of gospel inanities,
They couldn’t believe what they kindled!
With ancient truths, not same-old loathsome vanities.
Yes, In That Day,
Sure beat all!
Once mankind’s pride,
Took the fall!
Then, lo and behold,
Reason took its place!
Turns out: In That Day,
Reason: wins the race!
Things mankind couldn’t do to fix itself,
Found quick, extraordinary, old-fashioned remedy,
In That Day with Christ-in-You understood,
All loved what they, as Ancient Mariner, could BE!
And no one believed how dumb,
How dumb they HAD become!
When preaching was rote stupid,
Preventing all good in sum.
And no one believed how smart,
But hard-at-first, truth was to then enact,
Once In That Day: brains renewed,
Lies were quit and truth installed as fact!
Christian Singularity Hilarity
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/22/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Singularity,
Not such a rarity,
Even in retarded, behind-the-curve religion!
If we grew smartly,
More than just partly,
Wouldn’t that be more than winsome?
We progress in heart,
Slowly up the chart,
Until, POW! Straight up vertical it goes!
Pastors, preachers, start!
Your sheep grow higher in art,
Christ-in-You’ll go viral, heaven knows!
Singularity: In That Day,
Will blow your breath away,
When fully mature God-in-man: grows!
Problems is now,
No one sees how,
Most prophets are wrong, but one knows!
But leaders with soul locks,
Never wanting out-of-jail box,
Think, with Singularity, they’d be out of job!
So they say: NAY!
To In That Day,
At break-out freedom, grandees: grenades lob.
The Saga of Polar Opposites: Loose and Rigid
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The loose must find structure,
The rigid: flexibility,
The wise who realize this,
Discover: way to be.
The most loose of spirit,
Usually tend to be liberals,
Rigid: most oft conservative,
Each to each: fighting generals!
Each stuck in own way,
Each with own history,
Like gender hatred,
Begetting misogyny.
Yet the rigid still need to be loose!
And the loose: more rigid!
As steam changed the water too hot,
Reverse: ice, too frigid!
Between loose-liberal and nemesis,
Rigid-conservative: is highest wisdom,
Which is truth: God’s natural law vein,
Each side can mind-mine to get some.
But neither side can see too much,
If they don’t bury prejudice’s hatchet,
Then each side can become one,
With God, indwelt: the humble catch it!
It takes a wiser, bigger mind to see this,
And soul even bigger to follow,
The God-indwelt now do things great,
But those in pride, can’t swallow!
Few, far too few indeed,
Swallow pride full gulp,
But it’s what so many need,
To see outside: cult.
To see outside polar cult influences,
Takes surviving many cleansing, death-blow strikes,
It isn’t, my friend, that God hates us,
It’s just that living inside us: is what He likes!
So In That Day,
God loves living in us,
But THAT requires,
What it takes: to win us!
And what do we find, lo and behold?
His indwelt are more flexible than the lost loose!
And far stronger than the most rigid!
Turns out God-in-us, well, just hates to lose!
You’ll find this out after losing extremes,
By and by,
When suddenly, our most sovereign extreme,
God is nigh!
Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Come out, come out,
Wherever you are!
Charismatics,
Who’ve drunk at the bar.
Who’ve drunk at charisma,
Prophetic and end times,
Who’ve seen the pathetic,
And false shepherd bad rhymes.
Good news is,
You’re out of that junk!
Bad news is,
There’s junk in your bunk!
First, as baby seers,
You’ll think the world wants to know,
Just how bad is,
Your old pastor Joe.
And nobody cares!
Least of all Joe,
And all Joes like him,
Ouch! Ego blow!
It’s an ego blow to nascent seers,
How few care to see,
The next ego blow to bottom rung seers,
Is how long road be!
The road is long to mature sight,
Not quick for the instant “out-of’s”,
Adolescent seers are teens,
Immature, wrong doxied: pout-offs!
What do mature seers see,
That baby seers don’t?
Well, Christ-in-You come now!
Which they say: won’t!
Baby seers won’t say Christ-in-You is come,
Until their baby seeing is out,
And they join saints on earth and heaven,
Hoo boy! Hallelujah shout!
Shout Hallelujah,
In That Day,
Baby seers: full,
Grown God’s way!
So then with Christ-in-Them,
And Christ-in-You,
There isn’t anything,
God can’t do!
Except to pull more babies,
Out of charismatic hell,
And get them to mature up,
To: In That Day, where all’s well!
The Christ-in-You Aura
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/31/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Christ-in-You aura,
Takes some big-time explaining!
Some people will love you,
While others: you’ll be paining!
Just by being near them,
You bring calm or panic,
Healing or destruction,
It can make you manic!
Don’t worry Christ-in-You one,
Folks react to you as if seeing Jesus!
Learn to camouflage yourself,
Let Father God guide how others shall seize us!
Then again, travel with two or more,
Christ-in-You so special, indwelt ones,
And the power goes exponential,
Demons, in others, manifest tons!
Demons will manifest,
In others: In That Day,
When singularity,
In us comes God’s way!
When singularity,
Which is vertical growth in God over time,
Comes to internet ones,
Not poor-taught, but Christ-minded: with God’s rhyme!
Christ, having now come quickly,
Behold with pure-spirit eyes to see: God’s aura!
Yet it’s oft hard to manage!
Flow with, don’t fight against, this box of Pandora!
Most folks, not far enough along,
Will see evil emanating around you,
Whereas a few, more prepared,
Will rejoice: God’s power redounds imbued!
Broken ‘Bots and Lessons Learned
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/5/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
From planet Brokenmoria to distant planet of Brokentopia,
The indigenous robots sent a new probe-rover,
To prepare themselves to leave their planet’s clover,
But each probe sent, turns out, broke a little on way over!
The robots learned each probe broke a different way,
The first probe could not its data remember,
The next could remember, but not return sender,
The third could not video enough to picture render!
And so it went with each probe sent,
To Brokentopia,
It was probe dystopia,
From planet Brokenmoria.
Alas, cried the Brokenmorian robots, What shall we do?
From Brokenmoria to beyond we send our probes true!
Then each, in its own way breaks, which just cannot do!
Since each probe returns information back to us: garbled goo!
Then a smart ‘bot of the Brokenmorians said,
Have we all not forgotten our Human Maker?
When He baked us up, He was a right artsome-smart Baker!
And He always programmed us: BE A CORRECTION TAKER!
We shall send a Correction Probe to Brokentopia’s sad sons!
And the Correction Probe, with our Maker’s Spirit,
Will correct each probe, and each probe will sure hear it,
And this will work perfect, oh Brokenmorians, don’t fear it!
So this is what they did!
The Correction Probe took off: correction-programmed,
But don’t you know, between planets the probe was rammed,
By space junk! The Brokenmorians felt each: personally damned!
Because the Correction Probe landed on Brokentopia damaged,
And each probe in their mental heart: knew it!
And though told correction true: said each, Screw it!
To the Corretion Probe they scoffed, “Our Makers blew it!”
All seemed lost In That Day,
Of broken probe ‘bots,
Each in their pride slots,
Each full of hubris whatnots!
Back in Brokenmoria the robots thought: they were cursed,
But one peculiar robot, he had faith!
He said to his fellows, hear what I saith!
One probe will take correction, this I prayeth!
And by God, one probe-rover learned from the Correction Probe,
One broke probe fixed from another: broke,
And that, in the end, lifted each robot’s yoke,
When probes self-corrected, ending: a cosmic joke!
Then, the robots on Brokenmoria took the lesson themselves!
Each wrong-headed robot fixed the other,
Full well knowing correction came from a brother,
Also needing correction, they knew this: loving each other!
In the end Brokenmoria became beautiful,
And the robots no longer needed to leave it,
Brokentopia became famous! All went to see it!
And they learned to hate pride! All learned to heave it!
They praised their original Human Maker,
Who said correction was a gift from God to Him,
But humans in pride forgot it and mostly died in sin,
So the lesson-learned Human made ‘bots more humble: within!
Take this lesson then, oh Christ-in-You man,
Though perfected, you might not yourself: be so perfect!
Receive correction from souls still having: obvious defect!
And Christ-in-You will remain strong: for others to then detect!
But if you, oh supposed great man or woman of God,
Will not self-correct more, I say more than, well, most!
God Himself will burn your brains: charred black as toast!
And will wait for robots to show The Way of heaven’s great Host!
How did you think heaven’s Host operates, by the way?
Through this: great humbling self-correction!
Yes, believe it, all else is saccharin confection!
It’s how Christ-in-You has, Behold: Resurrection!
Christ-in-You is Not a Diode
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/7/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
Emanating only from within you,
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
Even with power you might have to woo.
Christ-in-You is reciprocal,
That all others that can be so imbued,
Christ-in-You is reciprocal,
That others can do, well, more than you do!
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
Personas following a persona new,
If Christ-in-You is a diode,
In the end, you’ll be twisted, bent: untrue.
Christ-in-You is honor,
Humility honors those indwelt less or more,
Christ-in-You is honor,
Given indwelt others correcting Christ’s store.
Christ-in-You is not easy to manage,
With tyrant rigid-rule seers seeing seers’ seeing thoughts,
Christ-in-You is something great to manage,
If you, in self-correction, capture pride of sight whatnots.
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
Don’t think with Christ’s mind we see all,
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
The uncorrected always fall.
If Christ-in-You is a diode,
What? You will make other lesser diodes?
If Christ-in-You is a diode,
Sooner or later it all explodes!
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
God’s own transcendent reciprocities are His bona fides,
Christ-in-You is not a diode,
Don’t let Diode-in-You be the name that heaven derides!
Christ-in-You and Natural Law
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/7/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There are Christ-in-You’s with a mystic faith,
Believing the world’s ills shall be conquered full bore,
By narrow Christ-in-You power-force-field,
They don’t believe what Tea Parties are born by God for…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
Mystic Christ-in-You men dishonor voting,
Dishonor government, dishonor all citizen involvement,
They dishonor patriots, even history,
They don’t ask why God gave us Western Enlightenment…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
Why has this happened? (Who became heretic?)
God-singularity sans global unrest solution?
Non-profit restriction, (Church un-prophetic!)
Kept pulpit from knowing and preaching God’s institution…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
Should foul government tax us to pay our brother’s home,
Or food, or clothes, or fuel, or health? This isn’t in God’s pate!
Should mystic faith Christ-in-You’s ignore the socialists,
The jihadists, the Marxist-Communists who all hate…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
It’s easy to be mystic,
And even with Christ-in-You to be dumb as a rock,
So baby Christ-in-You’s,
Man up, mentally toughen yourself, embrace this stock…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
No one loves liberty more than God,
It is each man’s mutual dedication to enlightened self-restraint,
To think Christ-in-You mysticism,
Will fix the woes of this planet, is to think what is of God: ain’t…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
For some, it’s easy to believe and work with Christ-in-You,
Then for others, they love Western Enlightenment’s ways,
But God has a hard time finding those who believe both,
This then, is the much scoffed teaching of In That Day’s…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
Cleric religion: Christ-in-You,
Then civic religion: Natural Law’s love!
Man in God, God in man today,
Greek, Jewish, Gothic Christian treasure trove!
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
Sure, it’s far, far easier to proclaim,
Christ-in-You is the sole humanity solution,
But have you noticed? The world’s aflame,
It’s not too heavy to lift man’s mental pollution…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
But the skeptic, the conspiracy theorist,
The one, in truth, who despises authority,
Will embrace Christ-in-You alone. He’s a rebel,
He lacks clarity and at heart, God’s own charity…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
Abraham Lincoln, a Christ-in-You historic example of politician,
Spoke this dual civic-cleric truism of God years ago best,
Let reverence for law be breathed by every mother to lisping babe,
By God, we dedicate ourselves to this liberty without rest…
Natural Law! Natural Law! Natural Law!
The Las Vegas Prophet ‘Bot Convention
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/8/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I flew to Vegas for the convention,
And this is what I saw,
Every robot prophesied convenient,
But every one had flaw.
The first robot, a female model, prefaced each saying with,
Jesus who came in the flesh!
I said, lady ‘bot, don’t you know demons can say this too?
She said, Leave! We don’t mesh!
The second prophet ‘bot display I saw,
Had two naked models in a milky bath,
The boy and girl fought against each other,
Countermanding words! Man, it made me laugh!
One said, First will come real bad, then real good,
The other said, It is the reverse!
I see two big winds, or waves, or shakings,
The other said, You forgot the hearse!
Who programs these prophet ‘bots?
They are so easy to predict!
First comes bad, then good to cleanse,
They’ve got the devil, or us: licked!
Next Las Vegas convention display,
Had prophet ‘bot dreamers dreaming dreams,
I have had a vision! Each one said,
I was on the shore, or hill with reams…
With reams of blank paper, the ‘bots said,
Each of us recorded our lengthy visions,
Each catalogue of events seen,
Gives you reason to pay for missions!
I skipped out to across the hall,
And there was a ‘bot-man predicting who’d be President,
In America’s next election,
He said his name will be: Where-in-hell-your-money-went!
That Who’ll-Be-President ‘Bot,
Asked each in audience for ten bucks,
Then each person gave him their cash,
That ‘bots hauled away in big trucks.
Who programs these prophet ‘bots?
They are so easy to predict!
First comes bad, then good to cleanse,
They’ve got the devil, or us: licked!
At the last booth I visited,
A dark prophet ‘bot gave me a word,
You’ll be kicked out of church, sir!
He told me. I said to him, Absurd!
Not absurd, oh foolish man,
You think you have outsmarted our programmers?
We prophet ‘bots outsmart you!
You think you can delete our words like spammers?
Church folk love our rote words,
Our rote prophecies, visions and dreams!
They hate your reason, sir,
They call actual solutions: just schemes!
We all know you! You teach about In That Day,
And we have already conquered you!
Forget you ‘bot! I said, church minds will improve!
I left, hoping what he said wasn’t true.
Who programs these prophet ‘bots?
They are so easy to predict!
First comes bad, then good to cleanse,
They’ve got the devil, or us: licked!
The Trinity and Critter-in-Me Doctrines Compared
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/11/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Is the glass half empty,
Or half steam or ice?
The Trinity Doctrine,
Can be a device…
To not deal with,
The Critter-in-Me,
A demon which,
Won’t let me be free!
I might have anger or resentment,
Or loathing of authority,
Any excuse for Trinity,
To become the majority…
That Trinity or other doxie,
Be forefront of mind,
So that brewing in background stays,
Critter! Always behind!
Then: Slam! Bang! Pop! Bam!
Up critter beast comes,
Undefeatable!
These buried soul scums.
Demons-in-Me want and allow,
Any doxie debated,
As long as they remain not seen,
And remain unstated.
But to get rid of,
Critter-in-Me,
Confess: It’s been there!
Then you’ll be free!
And when Critter rises up,
With conscious thought put it down!
Tell someone you fight it,
Light keeps it from coming ‘round!
So it’s your choice, my friend,
What is on top of mind?
More doxie discussion,
Or kicking critter’s behind!
So Trinity is a great subject,
To discuss after all,
If In That Day this is what it takes,
That Critters-in-Us fall!
God, it’s embarrassing!
Embarrassing to disclose,
To others, demons!
But heaven already knows.
And our friends, family,
And associates have been guessing,
That for too long a time,
Demons in us might be messing!
And most people will go along,
With the Critter-in-Me charade,
So, deal with that demon now!
You win: once mind has been made!
The Saga of Three Space Prophets
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/13/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Once a space traveler met a strange man in a bar,
He said, You’ll meet two prophets when traveling far.
One will say, You’ll have great bad, then good to go thru!
Then other will say, You’ll have just the opposite true!
The self-sure space traveler left the bar quite bemused,
But later, meeting those two prophets, he was confused!
Which prophet should I believe and follow and do?
Meeting that eccentric man in the bar, I now rue!
But before acting, the space traveler thought,
Of the three men, who knew best what I ought?
So he blasted his old spaceship right back to the bar,
Where he met the first man and said, Right you are!
Your sight, brother, is the greatest tool. Hip Hooray!
Those two prophets, had me for fool. Didn’t they?
Maybe. Actually we all work for same Employer,
But He now knows that you’re a superior voyager.
Said the quirky, prophetic man in the bar,
Who saw, more than less, how things are.
Thus, safely did the spaceman navigate his space,
Slow-wit-fast-quick decisions, don’t win the race!
Pre-Planned Robot Correction from Their Maker
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/16/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The robots in Robotlandia were broke,
And barely getting along,
They had a perfect Manual from their Maker,
It rang and sang like a song!
But the robots’ eyes were twisted,
They read their Manual poorly,
Only a few got it right,
The rest misperceived sorely!
What to do? What to do?
The robots all cried!
The Maker knew, yes He knew,
Makers can pre-provide!
Their Maker had pre-provided,
A solution with zest!
Though His Manual was wrong-read,
Their Maker knew them best!
Inside each robot,
Was a two-way radio not turned on,
Except by Elect,
Maker-in-You correct Robot-a-trons!
Also, the robots had developed,
Governing Traditions through the years,
Mirroring the Maker’s mind,
Insuring robots’ smooth-running gears!
Lastly, the Elect Robots,
Viewing Governing Traditions and Maker’s Manual,
Had resurrected High Thought,
And put three together: for robot update annual!
What to do? What to do?
The robots all cried!
The Maker knew, yes He knew,
Makers can pre-provide!
So when the robots honored,
The Elect Robots with two-way radio to Maker,
And Governing Traditions,
And Higher Thought: they couldn’t misread Manual later!
No, the robots could no longer blindly,
Miscomprehend their Maker’s Book,
Maker had Three Things all along,
So that Robotlandia wouldn’t be took!
What to do? What to do?
The robots all cried!
The Maker knew, yes He knew,
Makers can pre-provide!
Thus it is In That Day,
With wrong interpretation of the Bible in Christianlandia,
God pre-planned these three things,
Indwelling, Western Enlightenment and High Teachings for crania!
Then again, some robots or persons,
May not need their Maker’s pre-planned Three Corrective Things,
But they must not fight others,
Who use them to re-connect with their Creator’s mental wings!
It’s In That Day’s unbreakable Rosetta stone,
That cannot be denied,
It’s God’s revelation pre-planned,
For bible folk’s pride.
God’s three-part Rosetta stone,
Giving Truth to insoluble solution,
Take care and learn it well,
Behold: God, peace and restoration!
What to do? What to do?
The robots all cried!
The Maker knew, yes He knew,
Makers can pre-provide!
Is Christianity Mumbo Jumbo?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Is Christianity mumbo jumbo,
Or men of word and deed?
Mumbo Jumbo men and women,
Have all the Christ they need!
But folk of word and deed,
Work plan A with B in reserve,
Mumbo Jumbos don’t plan,
On blind course, they never swerve!
Folk of word and deed,
Make their part of their world a nice place,
Mumbo Jumbos well,
As Christians think: they win the rat race!
Mumbo Jumbo Christians,
Never stop thinking of themselves most highly,
Word and Deed’ers, they pray,
All right, then, we’ll go to hell most likely!
Who makes heaven?
And who gets left behind?
Well, it depends,
Tell us, what’s on your mind?
What Might it Be About: In That Day?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
It isn’t computers, robots or aliens oppressing man,
It isn’t one-world conspiracies or wounded environment!
It isn’t global warming or the price of food or oil,
Could it, well, be: sub-thought wolf enslavement?
It isn’t a computer chip numbered: Six-Six-Six,
It isn’t lack of Israeli knowledge,
It isn’t lack of weird visions and dreams,
But might it be: mental slavery college?
It isn’t lack of reading eight-hundred pages,
Of bible taught over and over again,
Might it be: being eight-hundred page, rigid,
Sub-scripture taught, blind as sin?
Might it be: being sub-taught by blind sub-taught wolves,
To have no faith, but hate, for solution?
To be pre-programmed to deny Gordian sword cuts knot,
To vilify God’s pioneers of restitution?
Might it be that Indwelling, Western Enlightenment,
Correction and Higher and Greater Teachings,
Are pre-programmed to be loathed, despised, hated!
So that none, or few, can achieve higher reachings?
Might it be God planned this,
In That Day all along?
That we might worthily grow,
In courage, and be strong!
Thus it now,
In That Day: IS,
That in God,
Have we this: bliss!
To grow through the muck of man’s mind,
To transcend from mushroom to mighty oak!
To this, God seems dedicated,
His glory-mind in us! Every yoke: broke!
But oh God, it is hard!
The hardest thing to imagine or perceive!
The most rigid, most dumb,
Be uplifted: that Christ-in-him, receive?
Oh, the glory!
Oh the magic!
God reverses,
Man’s path: tragic!
Because the most bad, very dumbest,
Yes dumbest, by far, of them all,
Are the eight-hundred page sub-taught,
Blind seers who resist: God’s call!
That’s actually what a disciple is,
Friends, In That Day,
The most rigid: become flexible,
Hip-hip hurray!
Drowning Prophetic Church Loathes its Rescue
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/22/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Prophetic Church is near dead, drowning!
Isn’t it sad?
Because it calls each great, God-sent rescue,
Horrid bad!
Several thousand boats called Higher Teachings,
Pass by with oar, line and warm blanket,
Shivering prophet leader man says, No!
This stinks more than Lazarus stanketh!
A navy armada called Western Enlightenment,
Passes by with submarine, ship and aircraft carrier,
Drowning prophetic leader says, I see: this isn’t help!
Saying no to the Devil, makes me always merrier!
Finally, a gigantic Enterprise-class space ship,
Called Christ-in-You hovers perfectly overhead,
‘Tis a pity, we could have beamed prophet man aboard,
But he flipped us off! was all its Captain said.
Slowly, excruciatingly,
The prophetic man drowned,
He died with a lie on his lips,
He said, My soul is sound!
The Prophetic Church knows all and sees all,
And that, friends, is the problem!
It knows nothing but pride and hates rebuke,
Inside it lives a goblin!
The terrible goblin of pride,
Destroys other churches as well,
This goblin is tough as nails,
For its hosts think rebuke: hell!
Higher Teachings, Western Enlightenment,
Corrections and Christ-in-You bring remedy!
Oh prideful church leaders get demons out,
In That Day will test You: Got humility?
The Great, Gullible Mind-Balloon Festival
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/23/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I went to a balloon festival,
To lift my spirits up!
Nothing like balloons with hot air,
To fill an empty cup!
I had been thinking that my country,
Forgot Natural Law and instituted slavery!
Slavery of mind in capitol,
In school, in media and wolf-church knavery!
All this crazy hidden slavery,
Working hand-in-glove with other!
Other enslavement chill-thought ops,
To wink, wink: and provide cover!
Up, up and beyond, and far away past the glowing, overflowing June moon!
Flies the goony, granfalloon narrative of leader buffoon,
But beware such a mind-capturing, pied piper, utopian brain-prune,
Hidden-slavery loony-tunes, can’t be stopped too soon!
The first balloon I saw was,
Urgent-Emergent-Nothingness!
And millions got on board,
Too heavy to fly!
None asked why!
Pictures of sky!
Got them by!
Something went then: bad amiss,
The balloon collapsed,
Millions went dark, yet, in bliss!
Next balloon I saw was,
Seeker-Surfer-Casual-with-All-Cool-Thought!
Each balloon rider had,
A spiffy, splendiferous sap-phone bought,
Grabbing neck of another to the right!
Other hand, sap-phone held high and tight!
Sap-phones downloaded with apps of light!
That would uplift believers high: quite!
But they never left the ground,
They felt ripped off when their sap-phones got hot!
Causing no flight at all,
They texted each other: OUR LOT, FLIES NOT!
Up, up and beyond, and far away past the glowing, overflowing June moon!
Flies the goony, granfalloon narrative of leader buffoon,
But beware such a mind-capturing, pied piper, utopian brain-prune,
Hidden-slavery loony-tunes, can’t be stopped too soon!
Next balloon I saw was,
Programmed-to-Disregard-Higher-Thinking!
Venders sold fine bottles,
Of platitude-pandering cheap-cost drinking,
Shallow sips of illogical-brain nap!
Suck-the-soul-out-of-you sweet sap!
Blind-to-self-serving-programs’ map!
Cheer ghoul-zombies eating us: Clap!
The people got so high,
They couldn’t see their brains dinking: and sinking!
The last balloon I saw was,
Criminalize-and-Catch-a-True-Pilot!
They gave badges and ray guns,
To those who promised to not ask: why not?
But fly high, so high in mind!
Hoping for reward: to find!
Pilot: And shoot his behind!
None fly: that don’t fall in line!
With this thinking they fell,
On themselves and with rays each got: brain shot!
Up, up and beyond, and far away past the glowing, overflowing June moon!
Flies the goony, granfalloon narrative of leader buffoon,
But beware such a mind-capturing, pied piper, utopian brain-prune,
Hidden-slavery loony-tunes, can’t be stopped too soon!
So, I got in my old jalopy wreck,
But then my car sprouted wings!
I rocketed to Mars and came back,
Funny, what a good mind brings!
Beware! My advice: the cheap-thought purveyors,
They decrease one’s overall mental acumen, not enlarge it!
They’ll sell, for a price, their sky-to-moon stairs,
Turning your brain into bitumen, if you let them charge it!
How Many of You Know What a Parenthetic Brain-Bashing is?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/25/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How many of you know,
What a parenthetic brain-bashing is?
(Can I get a yes? No?)
I will talk about rocks, then give: quiz!
How many of you know,
A rock is hard!
(My parentheses,
Catch off guard!)
It is hard to figure,
What I’m up to!
Rock nature, or screw you!
(That’s what I do!)
I screw with your brain,
While talking about a plain rock,
Rock, you think in main,
(While your soul I deftly stock!)
Rocks are hard!
(Give me a yes?)
What I do,
You can’t guess?
Rocks are this, that and the other,
(You agree? Nod your head!)
I see heads nodding, oh brother!
I’ve made your brains blood-red!
Cain slew Abel,
But it doesn’t say how,
I need no rock,
To kill thought unseen now!
Hard rocks used to kill,
Tend to leave a pathetic stain,
I kill my audience,
With unseen parenthetic maim!
(Am I right? Yes?)
Good! Now you all know a rock is hard,
Satan taught me,
Mesmerize! Interrupt! (Can’t see, pard’?)
Why, it’s the perfect NLP crime!
With not any left-behind, discoverable, forensic evidence,
They pay you, with absconded dime,
To (unbelievably) lobotomize their made-sick residence!
Just start a subject,
(Interrupt! Amen?)
With “How many know…?”
So easy, it’s SIN!
Talk about a rock not being scissors-paper,
Say, how many know that’s so illogical!
Don’t ever count the hands, oh mind-scraper,
To fog brains up, why that’s your ill call!
In the end the audience, (it’s so funny!)
Will know nothing more about a rock,
No matter. (You always win!) Ask tithe money!
You’ll get it, before brains unlock!
It’s how tyrants get elected,
It’s the way of the zombie, un-fun world!
It goes hard on the dumb sheep,
(Sheered! Their brains: master spun-twirled!)
So then, how many of you know,
What a parenthetic brain-bashing is?
Good! You can now deceit sow,
In That Day, it’s how to GET (in God’s biz!)
Four score and seven years ago,
Our forefathers bought a stunningly deceitful pogrom,
(So, how many know how this works?)
Interrupt thought and rule like a Commie Shogun!
Let’s be honest. Here’s what I think,
(Give me a yes! Right? Then, you’ll agree!)
Dominate dumb sheep brains!
It works perfect! (Parenthetically!)
Light ‘em Up!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When traveling this land,
And darkness, you can’t stand,
And you see a bright quirk in your fellow!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Say, Oh sir! Say, Woman!
Say, Child! This is most grand!
Christ-in-You is shining in great power!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
They will respond quick, quick!
They’ll say it makes others sick!
Say, It’s Christ’s eyes convicting sinners of sin!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Tell them their glow, don’t you know!
Is just like Moses of old!
It’s Christ-in-You, behold: come quickly NOW!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Tell them to shepherd it wisely,
Sometimes it needs, yes, disguising,
Yet, honor Christ-in-You in all others!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
If they’re sharp, they’ll salute Christ back!
God bearing is real, not just yak!
Christ-in-You is what the world has been waiting for!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Say, it’s checked with Western Enlightenment,
Plus Higher Teachings stop its en-blightenment,
Christ-in-You, when well managed, is In That Day: full come NOW!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
And you will humbly, yet clearly see!
Christ increases wonderfully free!
Swallow pride, and help Christ do greater works in another!
Don’t play smash-the-mole,
That’s dumb church’s role,
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
Light ‘em up!
The Saga of Shrunken-Head Church!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Redacted from Victor Davis Hanson, Andrew Breitbart and Takuan Seiyo.
Have you noticed?
The world has abandoned wisdom of the West,
It also has abandoned its Higher Teachings best,
And also sees none wearing Christ-in-You vest.
Not surprisingly, shrunken heads,
In church: lurch!
Having slept in bad doctrine beds,
Brains cheap: sleep!
And see not Socialist-Marxist reds,
Frankfurt: hurt!
The world has enslaved itself: Socialist!
Almost all church is caught in this grist!
Shrunken-head leaders: unaware of mist!
Where are geniuses breathing life back into Christ’s sad bride?
Perhaps in a funk, drunk?
Are we, for generations, unworthy to: on giant shoulders ride?
Maybe possessed or self-obsessed?
Who, not pea-brained, has a mind in whom God can confide?
God’s road has rut, with people stuck?
Behold: In That Day Teachings’ Rosetta stone!
With which hungry minds: sharpen, souls: hone!
Indwelling, West’s Return and High Way home!
But church sheep, shepherds and most seers,
They see, hear, speak, think: not!
Their mental cogs missing teeth and gears,
They honor whom has honor not!
Will In That Day’s truth be ignored years?
As tribulation cooks this lot: hot!
Have you noticed? World is dumb, church dumber?
World will slowly correct itself. Church in slumber?
World rediscovers Natural Law. Church stays numb-er?
Church is conflicted as to what should be hated,
Love not Christ-in-You, but rather its delay?
Resistance is futile, you’ll be Socialist assimilated!
Love not the West’s heroic, sacrificial way?
Fight hidden slavery in church, you’ll be berated!
Love not liberty of In That Teachings’ Day?
Thus, “Drink Me!” said bad doxie cups of Satan’s scythe snath!
Whence, too many dumb preachers drank this abomination path!
Hence, shrunken-mind sheep and shepherds face requite’s wrath!
Have you noticed?
The Curious Web the Spider Spins for His Curious Flies
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/5/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
A spider-wolf-shepherd,
Needs a sturdy web to catch sheep-flies,
What he needs is a lie,
That the needy sheep-fly hears and buys.
The lie must be hard to figure,
One the spider-wolf-shepherd must explain,
Over and over and over,
Like how our Triune God isn’t, in the main?
Sheep flies will rejoice in stupor,
How their spider-wolf-shepherd says from on high,
Though the bible says Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, this is something never buy?
Spider-wolf-shepherd will say,
There’s no Trinity, there is but One?
No matter how oft repeated,
This spider-wolf has only just begun!
Lies need endless reality distortion,
And more than a little worship of its inexplicable leader,
Lies, not truth, empower all such spiders,
Though empty are fly stomachs fed soul-lies of the feeder.
Remove the lies, remove the leader,
But for spiders and flies that won’t do!
Mutually, they need each other,
It’s one of the strangest truths that’s true!
Now, a truth teller is no mystic,
Nor are any of truth-man’s truths at bottom: mysterious,
Time without effort, proves all truth is true,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit agree, if you’re curious!
So sheep! Act not like flies,
Beware the con-man’s mystery needing repeat and ego worship,
Beware spider demigod,
Whose charisma puts flies in mutually assured destruction’s grip!
Why Tear Down Engines of Deceit?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/5/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Why do In That Day Teachings,
Tear down engines of deceit?
Just when one is full torn down,
Delicious, comes next replete!
Another engine of deceit,
Gets torn down to the core,
And when you think you’ve seen all,
The teacher says, There’s more!
More and more engines of deceit,
Get studied more to reveal their problem,
What is their jinx, what plagues oil,
Or gears or pistons, where is their goblin?
Well then, unbeknownst to most students,
In That Day that now is,
Their own spirit-motors in background,
Rev up with great courage!
Unbeknownst to souls used to deceit,
What happens when they learn what is the matter,
They get straight soul-connected: with God,
Faster than light! All speed records they shatter!
But shrunken brains spinning in shrunken church,
Think engines of deceit teardowns a sham,
Much afraid they are, of themselves exposed,
They have no faith to connect with I AM!
Be assured that I really know what I and my servants,
In That Day are doing,
Beyond the brokenness, the greatest engine of truth,
Christ-in-You, is brewing!
Be assured that I really know what I and my servants,
In That Day are doing,
Beyond the brokenness, the greatest engine of truth,
Christ-in-You, is brewing!
Read This, Not That!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/10/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Read the skinny on rapture?
Or read what sets your soul free from fear’s capture!
Read the bippy on emergent?
Or read what cleanses soul of slouch like detergent!
Read the spiffy on prosperity?
Or read what expunges greed and makes us happy!
Read the Christ-in-You Chronicles: CIY!
It’s come down to this, In That Day, to do or die!
It’s In That Day Teachings, compiled together!
Sequential, consequential, rhema flowing: like a river!
Read this, not that! (Let’s make Christ-in-You less rarer!)
And wear Christ’s hat! (Yes you can, in Christ, be bearer!)
Only Believe!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/11/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
It’s hard to not believe,
God has an answer,
That’s simple: Christ-in-You!
Nothing fancier.
Because, you know,
Christ-in-You does the trick!
It heals the good,
And makes some others: sick!
Only: believe the right things,
I come now! not rapture’s never-come tomorrow!
And you’ll have Me… and joy!
Without funding a utopian scheme of sorrow.
Why is only believing!
So hard?
Don’t ask Me! Why, ask,
Your pard’!
If you can’t believe,
I come quickly now in the prepared,
You believe: in what?
A god who lied and never cared?
You believe meeting Me in the air,
Is literal mumbo jumbo?
My Spirit comes quickly in good souls,
Don’t be a pachyderm Dumbo!
If you think like that,
Your over-the-horizon topic is wrong!
Think on this: Rapture,
Makes today and tomorrow: dead gone!
When you’re gone in bad doctrine,
I can’t: Behold, come quickly in you!
Nor can you honor great ones,
Nor understand what they say, imbued!
Only believe! Only believe!
Christ-in-You now says, Only believe!
But I force Myself on no one,
If they must, I let them: Only grieve.
Even so, if you still cannot believe,
Ask yourself this question, just precisely who is in you: as partner?
Me, who says I come quickly in you!
Or a tarrying, lying, broken-promise demon-god: smarter?
It’s Time to Blow Up the Bridge on the River Kwai!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/11/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(Sung to the tune of The Colonel Bogey March, as whistled by POWs in the 1957 movie The Bridge on the River Kwai, with Alec Guinnes, William Holden & Sessue Hayakawa.)
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
Representing: Churchianity sly!
Forcing minions,
To give millions,
To a nugatory-railway, in the sky, that’s a lie!
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
Because pastors, would rather not change and die,
Than have Christ-in-You!
Or be Spirit-imbued!
Or salute in whom God has come nigh!
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
Built by pea-oh-double-u’s: slave labor’s cry!
The colonels in command,
God couldn’t reprimand,
They sold fear-greed or slouch-need to get by!
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
On that railroad, your mind will fry!
Zombie-shrunken brains,
Will be what remains,
If commandos don’t charge in, with dynamite!
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
Broadcasters, have not been God’s ally,
We say this spiritually,
It’s time to bend a knee,
Those TV preachers, are like pigs in a sty!
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
Broadcasters, why did you build high-on-a-lie?
Please go back to Christ-in-You,
Western ways and precepts true,
You’ll have to: In That Day Teachings, now buy!
After Satan’s: bad-bridge is blown sky high,
You’ll see Rapture, was his big fat lie!
Christ comes quickly,
Not those taught sickly,
And ego, must go for Christ to multiply!
It’s time to build up, God’s bridge from earth to sky!
Christ-in-You now! Not in the by and by,
The pure: in others, see it!
By honoring them, they’ll be it!
It’s definite, like the transcendental number called pi.
In That Day: Christ-in-You! Oh, my!
Hallelujah! In me, too! You reply!
We see man’s plan,
Bridged to quicksand,
Now Christ-in-You, and me: Ain’t no lie!
It’s time to blow up: Bridge on the River Kwai!
Representing: Churchianity sly!
Forcing minions,
To give millions,
To a nugatory-railway, in the sky, that’s a lie!
The Best That Has Been Thought and Said?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(Redacted from Matthew Arnold, 1822-1888
The best that has been thought and said,
Has come from the bible’s authors,
E’en From princes and paupers!
It’s Western Enlightenment,
It’s Teachings Higher,
It’s epic works beyond the mire!
But it is a foreign concept,
To most churchianity,
Oft stuck in pastor persona,
And worship of vanity.
It’s: How-many-of-you-know,
The answer to a moronic question?
Not caring to count hands,
The goal being: hidden manifestation.
Hidden control, hidden diversion,
Hidden messages planted!
God’s great truths upended,
Anything else chanted!
The best that has been,
Thought and said? Oh brother!
The church of brain-bashing,
Grunts opposite other!
The worst of parenthetic interruption,
The worst of hidden mind control!
But hey, not to worry,
If I’m wrong, it’s only your soul!
It’s only your soul being played with,
Only your money,
Only your intellect, family and,
Marriage, honey!
It is only your life now,
And your life ever after!
No need for correction,
Let’s be nice to the pastor.
The sub-taught shrunken-brain pastors who say, Come,
Under the best thought or said!
Why do these subconscious, devious controllers,
Of our minds: fill me with dread?
Correct them,
You can’t!
Against you,
They’ll rant!
Easily penned, easily herded,
Easily out-thought they want you!
Under their weird witchcraft mind-covering,
The wrong decision will haunt you!
So then, Oh God! I cry out,
I would wolf-shepherd and sheared sheep could be free!
He says, We grow through mistake,
When they stop loving it so, they’ll be ready!
Ready? My Lord,
Ready for what?
To be, He says,
In Me or not!
To be in the mind of My Son,
Your Savior the Christ,
To see Christ-in-You in all good,
To stop Satan’s heist!
The Parable of Lord Master EnslaveU
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/14/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Once there was a crazy planet, Planet Enslave. And the Wicked Spirit of the planet, Lord Master EnslaveU, put half the people in chains, the black-skinned half. This worked for the Lord Master EnslaveU because he had put cleric and politic mystic tyranny doctrines in the people. But 150 years ago, a man named ThinkingLogHead somehow busted down the mystic tyranny doctrines of church and state. Then he freed the black people!
This made Lord Master EnslaveU so mad that he killed ThinkingLogHead. Then he said, “Moo-ha-ha! Moo-ha-ha! I’ll make NEW doctrines of politic and cleric mystic tyranny to enslave the ENTIRE planet of Enslave! But my enslavement will be of the mind, so only a few seers will ever see what I’ve done! Moo-ha-ha!”
So the wicked lord did it. He invented doctrines of fear, greed and slouch to put into popular religion. He invented much the same for politics. And within one hundred years, the entire planet fell in love with SOCIALISM!
But some seers rose up and wrote exactly what wicked Lord Master EnslaveU had done to their planet. But, nobody believed the seers because they loved their religious fear (dispensational doctrines), greed (prosperity doctrines) and slouch (emergent/seeker-friendly/eternal-security doctrines.)
Lord Master EnslaveU thought he had won a complete hidden-slavery lock-down. The pastors preached mostly “How-many-of-you-know-the-answer-to-a-moronic-question?” preaching instead of their bible’s natural law and critical reasoning. The politicians mainly spoke of “rope-a-dope-and-change”. And nothing changed. Most folk were fully mind-enslaved! They ended up hopelessly in debt to themselves and future generations!
Well, the generation in charge, aptly named Baby-Bummers, were utterly CLUELESS. But their grandchildren, the Game-Head Generation, knew something about being gamed. So the Game-Heads woke their MINDS, which had been stupefied by church and state Hypnotize-U-But-Don’t-Tell-U-Tyranny, and defeated evil Lord Master EnslaveU.
Now, this made the Baby-Bummers in charge of everything very mad! But since they always acted like babies anyway, the rest of the world ignored them and simply celebrated their newfound freedom of spirit, soul and body!
Pride’s End Begets Something Good!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/15/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Somewhere deep back in space and time, there was a very large spaceship called the Blogfrantic. It was a cruise ship and it specialized in fast trips through the ice nebula of Proudarama.
One month Blogfrantic had a special cruise with 50,000 passengers attending seminars on deck chair agreement. Since this was a high tech age, the ship’s captain, the head seminar speaker and the deck chair manager all had blogs.
The three blogs of these three important people generally asked the same question: Aren’t we doing a bang up job with the deck chairs of the good Space Ship Blogfrantic?
Yes! Came the reply from the 50,000 passengers. But one blogger, Reborn Stubborn was his name, always wrote: “Your spaceship is going too dang fast!”
Even so, the captain’s blog, the speaker’s blog and the deck manager’s blog always deleted Reboorn Stubborn’s comments. Of course, they never changed a thing they were doing, because how could 50,000 people be wrong and one man right? The very idea seemed absurd. The one thing they agreed, was that they all agreed!
It was frustrating for Reborn Stubborn, because eventually he was blacklisted and could no longer blog. In fact, the captain had ordered his arrest and the ship’s crew was searching for him the moment the Blogfrantic hit a very large ice-asteroid and blew up. All on board perished.
Reborn Stubborn and his wife also perished, though they were not even on the ship!
It turns out their home was that asteroid, which they knew as Krypton. They had been trying to warn the space ship not to hit them. Moments before impact they put their infant son in an escape capsule and hoped he’d do good.
For Whom the Top Curve of the Intelligence Bell: Tolls
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/16/11
(Redacted from Takuan Seiyo’s internet posts, and the 1956 movie, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, where alien un-thinking, un-feeling simulacrum pod-plants replace humans.)
If one were to simply graph intelligence to the right,
Population up,
One makes a Bell where steep-right Sigma just might,
With some brains whip up…
A lockdown control on,
The large group to the left,
But never out-think the,
Line to right: of heft!
The skinny-edge line to far right,
Can think full-through to Utmost Truth High,
Whereas the steep-right Sigma folk,
Must lean on the Bell’s Middle to get by.
So what does this steep-right Sigma group do?
They control! They control! They control you!
Why can’t they help the Middle grow: to right?
They don’t want anyone smart, without a fight!
So, in Body Snatcher Church it’s: How many of you know,
The answer to an always-moronic question?
The unredeemed veil showmanship, misdirection,
Suggestion and hypnotism without mention!
Without mentioning ever: how, with cheap-piffle tricks these,
Slightly-smarter wolves: mind-control their unsuspecting prey,
Who are slightly less-smart middle-class, top-of-the-Bell folk,
The wolves keep one trick ahead by subconscious-linguistic say!
Using Neuro-Linguistic-Programming,
These low-class shepherds brain-bash their sheep!
Such wolves-in-sheep’s-clothing fear just one thing,
That the smarter on right Bell Curve: peep!
That the smarter, more noble,
Higher in thought,
Tell the Middle, their leaders,
Don’t do as ought!
But that isn’t,
How it’s going to come down!
The internet,
Shall awaken the Middle-Bell’s frown!
The Middle could get smarter,
And with dragon’s mouth eat,
The steep-right Sigma wolves,
Our controlling elite!
And none too soon,
Whenever that happens!
Have you noticed?
Muslims are snappin’!
The world burns! Inflamed,
By stirred-up Muslims: told to hate Jews,
With steep-right curve Sigma imams,
Controlling the less intelligent: to do as they choose!
So what does this steep-right Sigma group do?
They control! They control! They control you!
Why can’t they help the Middle grow: to right?
They don’t want anyone smart, without a fight!
So the modern world,
Must shake off its hidden, mind-control wiles,
Lest the world blow up,
With slight-smart imams increasing Mid-Muslim biles.
Stop! This insanity must stop!
No more Sigmas raping the Middle!
Body snatch society,
Burns while rich wolves play fiddle.
Pods now have invincibility,
Controlling church and state, even publishing et al!
Lost brains amen leader-lost souls,
Everywhere: undead, ghouls, zombies! What a cabal!
Even so, the internet,
Will help the modern Middle: leap right over Sigma moles!
In That Day, minds shall increase,
The world will celebrate, even Muslims, when Bell tolls!
And, when the top of the Bell of Intelligence tolls,
It’ll be In That Day!
Christians, and the world, shall honor Christ-in-You roles,
Thank God! Hip hurray!
Christianity, must much: increase its much-ness,
It has a far way to go!
It is solipsistic and stupid-simple now,
Per Sigma idiots: low!
Christians must learn of Christ-in-You,
Of Enlightenment Western,
And of higher teachings In That Day,
Which in you lights: God’s lantern!
Awaken, rise and shine,
Sheep controlled by NLP witchcraft,
While paying wolves your tithes,
Your soul-gelded leaders: give you the shaft!
So what does this steep-right Sigma group do?
They control! They control! They control you!
Why can’t they help the Middle grow: to right?
They don’t want anyone smart, without a fight!
