9/30/09
My Royal Oil of Enlightenment
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/30/09
I am your crypto-tribal king,
Prostrate! And kiss my ring!
I am loyal and deferent to my own,
Give! All you’ve got to my throne!
As your king, I give whom I deign worthy perks,
Agree, agree, agree: How now a republic works!
And I eat my enemy’s flesh,
All who don’t with me mesh!
I am smarter than you by virtue of my lordly gilded chair,
Obey, obey, obey! Because I prodigalize with much care!
I care to teach you: To my persona be loyal,
And you might earn a drop of my royal oil!
My royal oil fixes quagmires in your brain,
Like rights unalienable you thought remain!
Au contraire, the noblest modern achievement for mankind,
Is to allege your soul to mystic tyranny and tribalism divine!
I AM your mesmerizing tribal chief, mystic tyranny entwined,
No better god on earth will you in life be ever blessed to find!
Abandon hope, all ye who enter this New Old Age,
Better yet reason, and you’ll be the king’s own sage!
Or jester, as king I claim: It really matters not which,
When history’s greats for pissants have been switched!
Have Faith
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/28/09
Have faith,
In what you do,
As you,
Do what is true.
Big or little,
Growing heaven’s the game.
Have faith,
In truly, truly,
It is,
Your duty, duty.
Expanding heaven,
Is now become your name.
The Trouble with Exceptionalism
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/28/09
America is a country founded,
On republic principles true and free,
It makes the country exceptional,
Which causes trouble for you and me.
Exceptionalism won’t work,
For the modern relativist man,
Who disbelieves good or evil,
In the dead or still able to stand.
Exceptionalism is particularly,
Hard to take,
If you must honor one with whom,
Bread you break.
Exceptionalism, like Christ-indwelling,
Reveals pride in beholders all,
When we can’t honor whom honor is due,
But join the lesser cabal.
The lesser cabal has pre-figured conditions all,
Pre-figured out on the hoof,
Disconnected from man, God and man-in-God,
Ever desolate, bereft, aloof.
Ever wrong are hypocrite absolutists who,
Can’t live with what is or has been ever right,
Confused, conflicted blinkered, even hooded,
Are proud good-deniers in much need of light.
A Day of Rest, In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/25/09
A day of rest,
Or day of zest,
It’s all,
The same to me.
Trying to help,
The blind to see,
In That Day,
Of infamy!
A day of rest,
Or a day of zest,
I ask who,
Has soul steady?
Who, In That Day,
Of God’s,
Wrath and light,
Cares to really be?
Who, In That Day,
Is getting free?
Those only,
With eyes to see!
God! Help the,
Sighted blind,
Unmindful,
Mind: to be!
Ask: How Are You Going to Screw Me?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/24/09
How are you going to screw me?
Is a rude, but sometimes good question to ask,
When your money parts wallet,
To obtain a nebulous, indirect, or blessed task.
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: When you contribute to a church,
Will preacher say he can’t control God,
Or guarantee you’ll never be in a lurch?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: When you loan to a fellow,
Will he say he might not pay back,
And make your capital fallow?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: When you elect statists,
Will they say they’re not helpers,
Of victims, but rapists?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: Of educators in your school,
Will they ask you to ask this question,
To prevent, not make, being fool?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: The practical poet of this ditty,
And he’ll confess he cruelly exaggerates,
To show self-interest costs plenty.
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: The sly news-entertainment cabal,
Will they confess they oft are liars,
Making spiritual-mental slaves all?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: The seers selling their sight wares,
Will they say, In the mind battle,
Truth screws lies to rid souls of tares?
Who Uses Useful Idiots?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/22/09
Who uses useful idiots,
Who can, via dumbed down process, be controlled?
Big idiot demagogues,
Signing their blood to the Devil: Our souls are sold!
Who uses useful idiots?
The so-called Christian shenanigan preachers!
They use, without detection,
Mesmerizing wiles as purse-pocket reachers.
Who uses useful idiots?
Politicians demanding ever increased taxes!
Beggar thy neighbor, they say,
Never hacking out corrupt roots with axes.
Who uses useful idiots?
The corrupt, unionized, self-serving educators!
They teach mice to love cats,
As robotic Western Enlightenment Terminators.
Who uses useful idiots?
The pabulum news-entertainment empty headlings!
Countless hours showing,
Countless hours are best spent on countless things.
Who uses useful idiots?
Big business in collusion with the rest,
Religion, government and media,
Agree with impunity: They all know best!
They know that there are no higher truths,
For mankind’s good discovered yet,
They keep us in low-orbit thought control,
How can billionaire be, without idiot?
Who uses useful idiots?
In fact, God uses these masters of sorcery,
Mystic tyrants they are,
For man to fight and rise above: To be free!
Useful idiots are then useful,
In ways that make us smile,
God shows us how proud we are,
To be humble, not vile.
The problem then with users,
Of their useful idiots,
Grandee users become brain dead,
Stupid is as it begets!
And we’ve all been useful idiots,
To some tyrant or the other,
Better yet to forgive, forgive!
With God and man: be lover.
Violence against idiocy,
Is rarely anything but idiotic,
The way to break the chains,
Is to be God-smart patriotic.
A fool believes in foolish things,
And brings upon all the storm,
The trick is to be beyond wise,
And make beyond love the norm.
Beyond love is sacrifice,
I will bet you did not want to hear that!
Neither do the users of,
Useful idiots: They keep such under hat.
Anything noble, anything grand,
Anything high above this good life,
Users of useful idiots all around,
Deny, deny: Substituting vain strife.
Why does God allow such masked slavery,
Cruel usage and hidden poverty of thought?
Because God knows what you are made of,
His breath, His image: His child not forgot!
A Republic, If You Can Keep It
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/22/09
Outside Independence Hall when
the Constitutional Convention of 1787 ended,
Mrs. Powel of Philadelphia asked Benjamin Franklin,
"Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?"
With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded,
"A republic, if you can keep it."
What happens when a republic,
Becomes a corrupt democracy?
As a man thinks, and that nation,
So he is, and so that nation be!
At core, is a man at peace,
With himself, others and how the world is?
Or is he feeling inferior, done in,
Or the opposite, on top in guilty hubris?
The inferior-superiors,
Are the mother of troubles,
The at-peace-with-all,
Are the republic’s brothers.
So for two hundred years,
Republics have shown the way,
Only for over and under lords,
Of malaise to deceive the day.
The over and under despot cultures,
Breed vice and corruption,
Blaming republic rule-of-law governance,
As their grievance connection.
Always the cry is,
They did something unfair to us,
Always the cry is,
Beggar the neighbors to us bless!
The neighbors are any not,
Poor or lords of lunacy in charge,
The neighbors are made poor,
That only lords of lunacy loom large.
Amazing this idiocy happens now,
In modern republic nations,
Only great, horrific, unbearable pain,
Brings corrupt to foundations.
Our foundations are built,
Upon eternal hope, freedom and liberty,
Not one lord class perking lesser,
Who needs hell, when we can be free?
Only great pain,
Of epic proportions,
Shall stop evil lords,
Begetting more whore’s sons.
In That Day of pain,
When many will see the light,
Lords be gone again,
Republic freed, wrongs made right.
Hallelujah for God’s patience,
And letting us by example see,
How close we are to heaven,
Or hell our nations by choice be.
America, (in Need of) the Beautiful (Treatment)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/21/09
For one hundred years progressives,
Have inculcated a mobocracy to steer,
For one hundred years progressives,
Have created dumbed-down ears to hear.
Over culture lords of lunacy have taught,
The underclass of lack,
The best way for them to get freedom is,
To middle class attack.
It’s insane, this relative progressive reasoning,
At core against Western Enlightenment,
Nevertheless, through corrupt public education,
The underclass has been en-frightened.
The under culture has been thoroughly frightened,
By believing over culture theo-economic gurus,
Who say the middle culture are racist, greed-bigots,
Out to make the under culture’s dreams boohoos.
So that now if reason, the U.S. Constitution,
And enlightenment prevailed,
The under culture might have some kind of civil war,
To get liberty derailed!
Easily mesmerized by despot demagogues,
Commissars have taught the under culture its idiotic fears,
Over lords give us now this horrible future,
Not alabaster, not gleaming, not undimmed by human tears.
America’s under culture,
Abused for so long by its over culture lothario,
Must lose its abusive lover,
And the lie that self-restraint isn’t the way to go.
Good God! What will it take in our land,
To disabuse the over culture and under culture its lies?
Beautifying pains, pains and more pains,
Ever as always make truth live, while its nemesis dies.
Get ready for pains, America,
America the beautiful,
To show the world its crowning future,
In, through and to truth: dutiful.
Where Will the Virtuous Come From?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/20/09
In today’s intellectual mess,
Where will the virtuous come from?
Though school, church and culture,
Are much befouled, here’s the truth, son.
The virtuous will perhaps and behold come,
From dojo, religious mojo and schools of no-know,
From dojo, to Systema’s fine Russian Martial Art,
From religious mojo, to In That Day’s start,
From no-know, to deep unto deep’s heart.
Between utopia’s too many laws,
And the licentious absence thereof,
Is liberty’s self-restrained balance,
Honoring opponents’ truth with love.
This maturity of being,
Is the fruit of short-sighted institutions,
That birth, surprise-quick,
Rebel students, steeled for restitutions.
The restoration of all things,
Is thus truly at hand,
When man stops enslaving man,
Just because he can.
The slightly wiser have been,
Enslaving the slightly less wise for years,
Now comes the more virtuous,
Stopping over lords of mind rape and tears.
The slightly wiser are entrenched,
With billions at their side,
Their plan: Make the less wise dumber,
And beat the wiser-than-them’s hide.
The slightly wiser, in power,
Have no fear of truth, nor any man,
They will be surprised by fear,
And plans no carnal mind can understand.
Truth wins, lies lose,
Is what happens In That Day,
None else matters,
Despite what the slight-wise say.
Again: Truth wins and lies lose,
What profit in this?
Grandees’ power dies, sheep thrive,
True prophets in bliss.
Eliding into Eternity, Not
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/18/09
Eliding into eternity,
Obfuscation rules the day,
Nothing really matters,
Elusive: whatever we say.
We vote for our pastors and politicians,
And send tithes to cable TV,
We figure thus to be enlightened,
Our give-to-get charity.
Our pastors con us with softball pitches,
Everything for our deaf, collective ear itches,
Never thinking the same ploy us bewitches,
By politic-media-Jezebel-dominion bitches.
Egalitarian eliding,
Rules us and our day,
We hate only one thing,
He who speaks truth’s way.
We elide ourselves,
About just anything,
Except of course,
Rebels of Elide King.
Perhaps some warrior group,
Dedicated to King David’s good-overcomes-evil way,
Might could drill and teach us,
Non-eliding, long-avoided, plain hard truth: In That Day.
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Why Pencils Have Erasers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/16/09
Pencils have erasers,
Since we make mistakers.
God gives us forgiveness,
To disappear sin in us.
But then with others,
Erasers are bothers…
Evil done us is oft written in stone,
We can’t, no can’t, just leave it alone.
Others ask forgiveness to erase the past,
But we run to court to make it stick fast.
Taking in mercy, but giving none,
Is not the way of God’s true Son.
Sure, too many mistakes and the eraser’s rubbed off,
Just as too much sin makes justice say, Enough!
And then some are so perfect, pencil to the nub,
Not one speck of eraser is even once rubbed!
But most of us are like a Number Two Pencil,
Hoping veritas lead outpaces our dense will!
Scripture says, Judge not lest ye be judged,
Else all that you wrote or were be smudged.
You Want a New Christian Movement?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/15/09
You say you want a new thing,
And you want it undaunted,
But In That Day is a new thing!
And you choose to shunt it.
Oh God! You say, a new thing,
We ever want it!
We’ll respect a new thing,
And never flaunt it!
Well then, says God, this test,
Will be it,
You must be humble enough,
To see it.
No, no! says the great,
Christian broadcast crowd,
We’ll ignore and stay,
Christian loud and proud!
Loud and proud, is it then,
You want this new thing?
Your new, yet old, godsend,
Liar’s Pride, crowned king.
It is Plane to See
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/15/09
It is plane to see,
Planes fly over me,
I’m too poor to,
Fly in them, see?
But one day,
People just might desire,
True food then,
Seats of planes I’ll hire.
But my food isn’t,
Plane to see,
It flies with God,
Naturally.
So I wait on ground,
Under tree,
Until I can soar,
People free.
Bird-angels are now working,
With the Holy Spirit,
Endowing branches of trees,
That truth: they can hear it.
So it is plane to see,
As this nose on my face,
God anon prepares,
Wings for the human race.
Which is why the sound of propeller,
Or the sound of jet,
In That Day is a heart-tempo thriller,
Though not flying yet.
We must fly above the clouds and earth,
But not with the usual religious pride,
But In That Day in holy, humble mirth,
Awe and patience in Yahweh we ride!
When is In That Day?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/12/09
From man’s perspective, carnal man that is,
In That Day of Bible is yet aways,
From holy perspective, man overcome highly,
In That Day of Bible is ever daily.
What’s this? It’s near, but far?
Well, that depends on who you are.
If you have been a saint with eyes to see,
From Adam to orbit: you live in eternity,
If you are a carnal-religious type man,
From Adam to orbit: you lie in hell’s plan.
Them that see God’s hand live in Him,
Them that don’t operate in religious sin.
For thousand s of years, for some, it’s In That Day,
For multitudes it’s still much too far away,
The unready since Cain have killed their Abels,
The worthy, since Abel, filled sacrifice tables.
Good is eternal, it makes the good immortal,
Those who are neither, can’t see God’s portal.
From God’s perspective, and of heaven’s,
In That Day is ever always now,
The true job of religious institutions then,
Is to help mankind to see somehow.
And what is In That Day but horrible yet glorious doxie?
And what is wrong with today but man’s ideas in proxy?
In That Day is obtained by man,
By according himself with God via doctrines deeply eternal,
In That Day is denied the man,
Who accords himself with lies via doctrines deeply infernal.
Thus, In That Day parallel universes are available to all,
To them who do or don’t answer deep unto deep’s call.
Oh God we pray,
They don’t sacrifice us!
That they can see,
Repent, return and bless!
In That Day is undefeatable-timeless as it plows along,
Increasing heaven’s space on earth: in man God strong.
Arise, Warriors, Arise!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/11/09
Justice delayed, they say, is justice denied,
Enemies and innocents: both compromised,
Arise, warriors, arise!
From the filth, from the gutter,
From under electronic cover,
Arise, warriors, arise!
For misfits and cretin control the air waves,
Rulers void out, pollute, cave in brain staves,
Arise, warriors, arise!
Ancient Eden is, alas, in full demise,
But this thing only few can surmise,
Arise, warriors, arise!
Who’s the enemy? Who’s to debunk?
Peacenik? al-Qaeda? Heads full of junk?
Arise, warriors, arise!
Whether in distant cave or liberal enclave,
Each archetype hates the right and the brave.
Arise, warriors, arise!
One murders souls, the other reputation,
Who to nuke, or puke in holy frustration?
Arise, warriors, arise!
Let Me decide precisely what is to be,
And awaken to what We, yes We, see!
Arise, warriors, arise!
See the mess and how We handle it,
You’ll be indwelt if you don’t quit!
Arise, warriors, arise!
And stand in, with and through indivisible God,
As Our progeny in whom We then can be proud,
Arise, warriors, arise!
Behold! Eyes to see, this best of best fight,
The proof, thru you, of what forever is right!
Arise, warriors, arise!
Shall your fighting style be rigid, inflexible?
Or relaxed in truth: flexible, King Rex-able?
Arise, warriors, arise!
As I loved My many Davids, so love I you,
Now learn from before, what You in Me do!
Arise, warriors, arise!
You will not die, though many be dying,
No breakthroughs break out, without trying.
Arise, warriors, arise!
So brothers, is it literal or spiritual, this revelation?
The fearful think one, the other: one with creation.
Arise, warriors, arise!
(Note: As with all In That Day Teachings material, this is to be taken spiritually, not literally. – rwb)
What’s Good for the Goose
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/10/09
If what’s good for the goose,
Is good for the gander,
Then, if the gander cooks the goose,
I will tell you with candor…
That if the poor goose,
Somehow survives its cooking,
Then that gander had best,
Over shoulder be looking.
You see our geese have been cooking,
For a long, long time,
By vulture over-lord ganders,
We now see their rhyme!
And we geese patiently took it,
Beyond endurance,
Now ganders beware: greed brings,
Hell’s comeuppance.
You see, hell normally loves injustice,
But this was just too much,
Even hell now joins rank with heaven,
In this greed gander bust.
Soon geese will be happily honking,
Victory V’s in the sky,
While ganders get eliminated,
Clueless, not knowing why.
What’s hidden by treacherous men,
Will be revealed to see In That Day,
When ganders stop cooking geese,
What surprise! It turns out the other way.
So cuadillo goose-cooking ganders,
Will, in time, get what they’re due,
If burnt geese believe in just deserts,
Good God! It’s gander hullabaloo!
No Dissention in the Ranks
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/08/09
No dissention in the ranks?
For this, who gives thanks?
The big hairs, the dandies,
The posers, the grandees,
And their big banks!
Why no dissention at all?
That no leader shall fall?
Thank the broadcasters, front men,
The take-the-money-and-run sin,
And the over culture cabal!
Who are these masters?
These liberty blasters?
Those who’ve all agreed, that we sow to their need,
We pay tribute glad hearted, keeping what’s started,
These freedom disasters.
Who takes from us?
That we be blessed?
The brazen chosen few,
With big ego doings do,
Rape all to be richest.
Is it literal slavery?
Or mental knavery?
It matters much not,
They get what they got,
By their say-so bravery.
Reality is defined by what they say?
Nothing else matters, they say, anyway?
Forget Bible or Constitution,
So busy with cash restitution,
That the big take from the little, Hurray!
So we bend the knees of our mind,
Such that forever we on earth find,
Us evermore prostrated,
Our progeny castrated,
That moral enlightenment be thus defined?
Tell me it ain’t so,
That them with mojo,
Captured religion,
And Western reason,
No prophet saying, No!
Maybe some did,
They remain hid,
Until eyes see steady,
And ears are ready,
To cry, to flesh-die and all evil rid.
That’s what comes In That Day,
That’s what the prophets say,
A day of darkness and doom,
Each soul-room with gloom,
Except the God-indwelt fay.
The God-indwelt In That Day,
Will be glad that they did pay,
The terrible, huge price,
To know bad from nice,
The opposite of opinions-of-men lovers gay.
So What Do We Do?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/08/09
So what do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do with In That Day Teachings,
And all that is true?
And all we now rue?
Do we make a cult,
Or a monastery,
Or big enterprise?
Do we make a program,
Or a costly seminar,
Or a tall building rise?
Do we make persons famous,
With big hair, big rings,
Big, big, big ego things?
Or do we make a circus movement,
For suckers born every minute,
To buy and sell trinket and ticket?
To do what the Big Christian Machine,
Has been doing monstrously for years,
Would only add to heaven’s sad tears.
To do In That Day Teachings right,
Is to more or less read, weep and wail,
Break ego’s crutches, and with God sail.
It is to have eyes to see,
For once and for all,
To cry, weep and ball.
It is to honestly know,
The Christian show,
Is just a show.
It is to comprehend,
Desperate people demanding quick fix,
Have been eaten like foxes with chicks.
It is to have a way up and out,
Waiting for God is a sucker’s bet,
He lives in saints who give God let.
It is to see awful truths,
Most religious operations are for posers,
Yet God works to infill our composures.
It is to become fantastically rich,
While the world thinks you’re crazy, perverted, a felon or poor,
It is to have eyes, ears, heart and ego like the world no more.
It is to realize,
You can’t force any to see what you see,
You can’t force any to be what you be.
It is to be sad,
Sadder than any other on earth,
Yet happy for all God is worth.
It is to be natural,
Happy in your skin,
To be born again.
It is to be patient,
And learn not to fuss,
Who can make God rush?
Of Mines, Mountains and Gold
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/06/09
I found him in an old mine,
It had caved in on him,
He was a wilderness curmudgeon,
Seeking buried gold within.
Stuck under crossbeams,
Tons of rock crushing his chest,
He spoke kindly to me though,
And told me what was best.
Look for treasure, he said,
Even if it’s not where you think it’s at,
Look for buried treasure,
And his face aglow, he died just like that.
I am like him, he is like me,
We were born with gold in our veins,
He died without finding riches,
But the fever in me remains.
That was just about fifty years ago,
I met that strange miner buried,
I’ve searched the whole world round,
To seek what’s different, varied.
Often I have chanced to meet,
Someone near dead or almost dying,
Under their load of cares they,
Say to me, Don’t quit, keep trying!
Then one day, on a mountain of snow,
It happened to me,
An avalanche surprised me quick,
I was trapped, buried!
Buried peace-like, though,
I was still alive,
Looking at an empty tomb,
I knew I arrived.
I arrived at that terrible, dark place,
I had avoided all my life,
The end of self, the end of dreams,
Eureka! I found God’s rife!
A skier chanced to find me,
Under six feet of snow,
He said he was seeking gold,
I said, I know, I know.
I told him to keep looking,
For that gold buried,
It appeared to him I died,
I wasn’t worried.
Sad to say the searcher often doesn’t find,
Gold buried in a vault,
But perchance he finds a resurrected Savior,
Living within without fault.
Our living Savior lives in us,
More precious than gold,
And is found by the best seekers,
Who don’t quit or fold.
Nothing is more valuable,
Than indwelling of our living God,
Just be a never quitter,
Who believes in beating every odd.
My avalanche rescuer,
Didn’t understand all I said,
That’s how it’s supposed to be,
He thought I ended dead!
I am very much alive,
And happy as can be,
With my other adventurers,
And God in eternity.
Again, I am not dead!
But I live in a better realm,
An orb of treasure it is,
On earth-in-heaven, God at helm.
Seek ye gold, oh seekers!
But gold is not ultimate,
When you find better than,
You will not regret!
Believe, believe, believe!
Things exist better than gold,
Seek until you find,
And find before you’re old.
The price you pay is dying,
Dying to your flesh,
Wayfarers think you’re gone,
When you’re remade fresh.
Just like Jesus from His tomb,
With Him you’re born again,
The world thinks it’s a funeral,
But your tomb’s empty within!
I met a miner dying,
Who told me not to quit,
A seeker met me dying,
I gave him the same revet.
That miner didn’t die,
I was wrong to judge his flesh,
And I didn’t either,
In that day God and seeker mesh!
The Pre, Post and Ah-Shucks Charade!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/06/09
Pre-tribulation, post-tribulation and a-millennialism jabberwocky examined.
Thanks to the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz, who oft said, “Ah, shucks!”
The fear-mongering millennial bucks keep coming,
They never stop here,
Focused, as they are, just on pre, post or ah-shucks,
Rapture hopes in gear.
The worriers are mad,
With these three things,
Pre, post or ah-shucks,
Missing entirely our King’s…
Our King’s desire is to manifest,
In every man, woman, child,
All we have now is Satan’s evil,
Pre, post or ah-shucks wile.
The man who now manifests Christ,
Now does so at his peril,
The pre, post or ah-shucks crowd,
Seeing not, puts him in jail!
They crucify the good or God in man,
This pre, post or ah-shucks crowd,
They drown out reason, critical thinking,
So fear-mongering they are, and loud!
Christ comes quickly,
In you and me,
If you have eyes, not fear,
To really see.
Un-briefcases of Teachings
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/06/09
I went to my local nondom church,
And much to my surprise,
Back in the library room there were,
Teachings for my surmise.
Some saint had left briefcases of tapes,
Of a fascinating broadcast preacher,
Who could say less in more time talking,
Than any other religious teacher.
I always wanted to study the tapes,
Recording this man’s word,
But when I brought them home I,
Discovered him absurd.
Never really reaching the point,
Was this man’s great hidden specialty,
So I returned the un-briefcases,
My time being short of eternity.
Beware the un-brief teacher,
Astonishing you with facts,
He captivates by obfuscation,
Give him and kin the ax.
If the idea, however complex,
Can’t be put in a poem of page or two,
You might want to move on,
Anon, to those whose cogent truth will do.
Have a Bottle of Weakness!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/05/09
Joshua Chapter 1
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
I’m not talking about alcohol,
Though that’ll do,
I’m talking bad doxie, bad ideas,
Anything not true!
In America, all men are created equal, right?
No! With my bottle it is wrong!
Tax the unborn tomorrow with today’s debt,
Hands down, this beats abortion!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
In America, we have an experiment in liberty,
No! With my bottle it’s a sham!
Our over lords lord to ruin, except themselves,
Of course, of course! What a clan!
We fought a Civil War years ago to stop slavery,
So noble was that task!
Now in modernity, insidious dogmas shackle us,
Like slaves before the mast!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
In America, we have broadcast preachers,
Sending messages of God world round,
But the message is: Have faith in prosperity,
Of same preachers richly moribund!
In America, we have broadcast entertainment,
Or news thick with lies so profound!
Be hypnotized by its message: Sleep, sleep!
Oh ye giants, lest the ruse be found!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
In America, that’s life then,
A reign of lies continually forecast,
How the hell it got this way,
Error loved as truth, first ever last…
How weakness is strength, up down,
Right wrong, the good hated so bad,
Has been foretold in the Bible long ago,
That those now happy, will be sad!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
An epic day of time is coming, friends,
When true strength of spirit returns,
Prepare, brothers, prepare sisters, oh my,
When all that can be churned, churns!
What is this bottle of weakness, then,
We have been courageously drinking, drinking, drinking?
Drink more and die, or stop! Ask why and what,
Unbeknownst, hell’s had us thinking, thinking, thinking!
I Had a Seer’s Dream
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/01/09
I had a seer’s dream: I would,
Lead, men would follow,
I would find in popular religion,
Truth and shun the hollow.
I found truths elect in the,
Judeo-Christian realm,
Christ desires to indwell at,
The good, humble soul’s helm.
I was told to do that really well and,
To do that full,
I learned that souls must expel bad doxies,
And demons who’ll…
Who will insist on staying,
In the nominally good person’s life,
That good person who drinks,
Or brags or busies to hide his strife.
And the multitudes have decided not to follow,
Me and many of the God-indwelt kind,
So seers and God-pioneers live life alone,
With God, which the world thinks fine.
It’s all so fine,
Like a lie repeated often:
Man needs no God-indwelling,
Then oh man, beware the coffin!
This life is really quite short,
But eternity is long,
To bet on life without God,
Here and after is wrong.
Our Lovely Global Trifecta of Evil
Reveals Much About Ourselves!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/01/09
True-truth is revelatory not so much about others,
But in truth about weaknesses in oneself,
That’s why most true-truth is hidden in upper places,
Easily (but unwisely) left alone on shelf.
Little truths are wonderful,
And easy to know,
Easily found and consumed,
Nothing to show…
Little truths show nothing,
Weak or evil inside us,
Little truths are something,
Weaker souls can bless.
Thus, weak souls crave to be fed,
Self-serving but lying prosperity doxie,
Give-to-get works as a lie for them,
If believed, this lie (or others) with moxie.
Statism is also for weak souls,
They love the big government lie,
That over lords love under class,
Making the middle all for them buy.
Entertainment-news is also for weak souls,
Who are never taught to question,
Why big religion, government and thought control,
Is a trifecta choking every nation.
Again: Almost every nation on this earth,
Has a too-empowered, lie-loving triumvirate,
Of weak-soul-making triune thugocracy,
Over which true-truth seekers anti-jubiliate.
True-truth lovers must weep, unite,
And agree on the true-truth now plain (yet so hard) to see,
Satan and his hordes have taken,
From religion, government and culture: true liberty.
You don’t believe,
This evil trifecta exists?
Then why doesn’t one,
Warn of the evil two amiss?
Not one of three warns,
Us about the other two,
Because each takes from us,
The same soul it’s due.
The under class now demands,
No true religion exposing their love of false-shepherd soul-rapists,
The over class now provides,
No true leadership but self-enrichment, billionaire, blind statists.
The underclass pays dearly,
For all kinds of unenlightening entertainment,
Gehenna has arrived entirely,
Too few dare ask, where the hell heaven went?
The tipping point is reached,
And gone full past,
True-truth is now retarded,
Lies are sticking fast.
And what reward, pray tell, is there for true-truth?
Just this:
Jesus said your pay for being thus hated,
Is bliss.
True-truth is a reward unto itself,
Because it reveals each true seeker’s weakness,
Lie-lovers are already paid themselves,
With each lie believed comes pride, not meekness.
With pride comes error,
And with error fall,
In the end the meek stand,
All else in hell’s gall.
Pattern-Seers Ignored at Peril
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/01/09
It’s easy to see one thing,
One thing or another,
But to see evil patterns,
Or good, oh brother!
Well that’s really something,
Something worth noting,
The crowd hates such seers,
Crowds often voting…
Oft votes the crowd to ignore,
Stone or crucify the seer,
The seer sees the crowd to cliff,
Is getting nearer, NEARER!
The HELL you say!
Says the crowd to the prophet,
Anything you say now,
We will delight, DELIGHT to mock it!
Thus, the seer oft fails,
At this cruel and endless game,
But the cliff always wins,
When lemmings stay course same.
The most ancient pattern,
Of all, then, is this,
Crowds need love and hearken,
To true seers to get bliss.
But if cliff-bound crowds insist,
The pattern-seeing man is wrong,
Only tragic hell on earth,
And with it, pride, stays strong.
Getting Eucharist, How to be One with God
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/31/2009
1) Christianity is the best way to have oneness with God.
2) Study the Bible, preferably the King James Version.
3) Know what spirits you are of.
4) Be one with God in spirit and truth.
5) Truth has a special ring, resonance, power vs. lies.
6) Squelch evil spirits, emotions, thoughts when they rise up.
7) Abandon wrong doctrine, embrace good doctrine.
8) Know that evil spirits inhabit souls through legal rights to do so.
9) Foundational lies (i.e. “All men are pigs.”) vouchsafe rights of evil spirits.
10) Discover and disavow Foundational Lies at deeper and deeper layers.
11) Humility must be the roof under which all excellencies are built.
12) Jubilating in evil emotion (depression, rage, etc.) causes systemic damage.
13) Escapist doctrine is antithetical to God’s indwelling, so escape escapism.
14) Escapology includes eternal security, rapture, God-in-God’s body return, prosperity over-emphasis, prophetic jabberwocky, dispensational fear-mongering, give-to-get false hope-and-change, intellectual dry-bones obfuscation, emotional dizziness and hissy-fitting, angry preaching, soulish healing and such.
15) The world is a tragic free-for-all, find Eucharist-excellence in it, not escape.
16) Love is humility.
17) Hate is pride.
18) Honor God’s indwelt if you want to be indwelt of God Himself yourself.
19) Dishonor God’s indwelt to be desolate-of-God, as is the religious norm.
20) Use God’s whole love-wisdom being to be whole, not part to be part.
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