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The Prophetic Savant by Chip Brogden

| Prophetic Wisdom & Revelation

The Prophetic Savant sa-vant’ (n.): 1. a mentally defective person who exhibits exceptional skill or brilliance in some limited field; 2. a person who is highly knowledgeable about one subject but knows little about anything else. “…the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad…” (Hosea 9:7). “What then is genius? Could it be that a genius is a man haunted by the speaking Voice [of God], laboring and striving like one possessed to achieve ends which he only vaguely understands?” – A.W. Tozer (*The use of the male pronoun in this writing is for convenience only. We mean no partiality to our brothers, and no disrespect to our sisters.) The prophetic savant is a person afflicted with a heavenly autism, making him nearly incapable of normal relations with those around him. Accused of being aloof, cold, and distant, he is apt to hide himself from people, withdrawing into a world of his own. He never seems to be all “there”. Even if he forces himself to come down to Earth for a moment, those around him may have the sense that there is an unspoken dialogue going on somewhere inside of him, a secret communion carried on beneath the surface that never allows him to be fully “in the moment”. How do we explain this? As a prophetic savant he sees, hears, and relates to the world differently than the rest of the population. They have not seen what he has seen; they have not heard what he has heard. And so he finds very little camaraderie, very little sympathy or understanding, no one with whom he can open his heart and share his soul, because he no longer speaks the same language, and they no longer speak his. Of course, he may have surface-level exchanges with anyone: he is approachable, not haughty, or high-minded. He may even be personable and likeable. Yet there is something so other-worldly in his demeanor that he is more often frightening than friendly, in spite of his best efforts. He is a spiritual autistic, and no matter how hard you try to know him, he is generally unknowable, and to a certain degree, he resists all attempts to know him. If a prophet is anything, he is extra-terrestrial – above the Earth. He walks the Earth with others, but he is not of the Earth. He is from beyond; he is from above. If we trace his history we will find that he may or may not have had a normal childhood. He may or may not have come through extraordinary experiences. But at some point in his life, either as a child, or as a young adult, or as an old man, something from another realm broke through the thin membrane between Heaven and Earth and took hold of him. It may have been a burning bush, or a Voice crying out to him from beyond the veil, or a Heavenly Vision which brought him briefly into contact with something and Someone that he could not completely fathom. However it happened, for one moment at least, the clouds parted and the veil was rent, and he saw something that is unseeable; he heard something that is unhearable; Heaven itself was opened up to him, and he saw into another world. The thing he saw and heard now burdens him like a mantle that has been draped over his shoulders. He feels its weight, for it is with him day and night, whether he is eating or drinking, working or resting. It is the impression that everything around him is a lie, and what he has seen and heard is the Truth, and this Truth is not static, but it is living, growing, and increasing within him from the day it comes to him in the form of a seed. For a long time he struggles to find words and vocabulary to express the inexpressible. He cannot explain why he feels the need to try and express it, but for some inexplicable reason something drives him to open his mouth, or take up his pen, and make it known. Whatever it is, it will not permit him to savor it or keep it to himself, and it seems intent on coming to the surface and interrupting the normal course of his life. This process can be frustrating and painful, so much so that he may give up several times, content to simply walk in what he has seen and heard and leave it at that. But try as he might, he cannot run away from what he has seen and heard, and he cannot deny the compulsion to bring it forth. On the one hand he cries out for a “normal” life, while on the other hand he knows he cannot deny what has been revealed to him. When he does achieve some modest success in articulating something of Heaven he is pleased for a time, but soon grows impatient with it, and eventually is dissatisfied with it altogether, because it cannot do justice to what he has seen and heard. And so the process begins again, the continual search for words to more perfectly express what he is trying to communicate (and a subtle fear in the back of his mind that he may never be able to adequately express it), which leads him to invent words which may have never before existed, or to look for Spirit-inspired words in some unknown tongue that can be translated into something others can understand. The prophets of old correctly called it the “burden of the Lord”, for it is like a woman who must live the rest of her life being in perpetual labor, delivering the same child over and over again. What relief there is only comes in discharging the burden, but that is not to say it ever really leaves: it merely allows the prophet time to catch his breath until the next contraction doubles him over again. The burden is with him the rest of his life, and he never fully discharges it. Even when he tries to be disobedient to the Heavenly Vision and flees from the presence of the Lord he is pursued and hunted down like some kind of a wild animal who has gotten loose, knowing it is only a matter of time before he is captured again. The Voice never leaves him, the Vision never lets him go. When he refuses to speak then the fire which is already kindled only burns hotter, until he ends up doing what he has resisted doing all along, just to relieve himself of the unbearable tension and inward pressure. He cannot extinguish or quench the fire no matter what he does, he can only be obedient and find temporary relief, until the next word comes, and then off he goes. He may beg God to send someone else, and may protest his inability to speak, or to write. But he is already ruined for anything else, and even when he denies the Lord Who called him and returns to his former occupation, it is all dull and lifeless, and he meets with nothing but frustration and failure. There is no way to escape it. He knows he is called to something Higher, even when he is clinging with everything he has to something Lower. Like a wild horse, he resists the dealings of the Lord and must be broken before he will obey. Eventually he learns not to resist the Lord, but to cooperate with Him. He becomes pliable and bendable in order to survive. His very life now is bound up with what he has seen and heard. He cannot be disobedient to the Heavenly Vision, and if it means he dies, then he dies. If it means a renunciation of everything he once believed, then he renounces it – reluctantly at first, then cheerfully. If it means suffering the loss of all things, then he lets them go. Over time the one who has seen and heard becomes the very essence of what he has seen and heard. The Man becomes the Message. He bears the Testimony in himself, and becomes one with it. He needs no preparation to speak; indeed, preparation does nothing to help the message he brings, and it often gets in the way. His whole life is the preparation, and since he is the Message, it is with him constantly. He can no more separate himself from the Message than he can separate his head from his body. If there is an “On/Off” switch then it was long ago turned on and then disabled so that it can never be turned off again. After many seasons of God’s dealings he finally perceives that this is what the Lord has sought for all along, not just to GIVE him a Message, but to MAKE him a Message; to gain for Himself a Messenger and capture him completely, embossing the Message into his very being. And so he goes about his daily business, constantly haunted by that Voice, torn between the menial task at hand which calls for his physical and mental exertion, and the Higher Calling which seeks his undivided attention. He knows he should do all things, great and small, as “unto the Lord”. But he also knows that Heaven and Earth are locked in mortal combat over him while he stands there in the middle, torn between the two, desiring to depart the Earth altogether and be with Christ, but knowing that it is more profitable for his brethren if he remains. Heaven calls him to rise up, but Earth tells him to keep his feet firmly planted. His heart is constantly breaking and longing to go, to ascend, to rise up, to stop seeing through a dark glass, and see face to face, without the distraction of the natural, the fleshly, the temporal, because he knows the Earth is not his home. Yet he struggles with the fact that Earth is where he must live and work. This accounts for why he may sometimes seem difficult to be around. As a savant he possesses insight and skill which others do not possess. But it is a gift, not anything of himself, nothing of which he could boast of. If you were to ask him if he considers this to be a blessing, he would probably say it is more like a curse, because it sets him apart from others even when he tries his best to be hidden and to blend in. He cannot read the Scriptures as others do, for after only a few verses the Heavens are opened up to him again and he is lost in its depths. A single passage may keep him occupied for months as Heaven unfolds it to him, and he cannot tear himself away from it. His preaching is affected, because he cannot decide in advance what he will say, and even when he would like to bring forth something new and exciting, he usually ends up saying the same thing, like, “Repent!” He often does not say what he wants to say, and does not say it in the way he would like to say it. If he wants to be serious, he finds himself laughing. And when he wishes to be friendly, he finds himself screaming at the top of his voice to a startled congregation of people, who wonder how this fellow was ever allowed access to their inner sanctum in the first place. When he leaves a place he almost never sees the result of his labor, and only eternity can reveal the true significance of what was said. For now, it is all hidden, and he has to live with the fact that his fruitfulness will never be measured in terms that human beings, including himself, can see and appreciate. He cannot go through the motions of religion like most mortals. It is a dead, shallow thing to him because it cannot compare to the reality of what he has already experienced. He finds it difficult to listen to another person preach when he knows they have not yet ascended to the heights nor plumbed the depths that he has already navigated. And when he tries to lead them into these heights and depths himself he is often misunderstood or rejected altogether. So either he attends the meeting and suffers in silence, or stays home and suffers in solitude; but either way, he suffers. His seeing is affected by a sort of “spiritual dyslexia”. While others view things from a one or two dimensional viewpoint, he sees them through several dimensions at once – forward, backward, reverse, upside-down, right-side up: life and death, light and dark, Spirit and flesh, Heavenly and Earthly – which often puts him at odds with his more pragmatic and doctrinally-correct brethren. He is so at one with what he has seen that he speaks of it as having already happened, because he has, in essence, already experienced it and lived it. It is the Prophetic Tense, which calls those things that be not as though they were. In his world, the world of the Spirit, they exist already. We call it “prediction” because we cannot yet see it with our natural eyes, but he simply stands outside of Time and views Past and Future as one unbroken and continuous Present. His hearing is affected so that he is increasingly sensitive to his surroundings, even though it seems as if he is not paying attention. He is listening, but he is listening inwardly. He no longer trusts his natural ears, because the Heavenly Voice and the inner witness are more reliable. Thus, he is able to hear God speaking, while the rest of the crowd says, “It thundered!” or “It was an angel!” He is also able to hear when God is not speaking, and does not get carried away with the multitudes who claim to speak, see, and hear things from God when they have not heard or seen anything from Heaven. He cannot bear to listen to them. His concentration is affected in such a way as to make him appear obstinate and unyielding to others. The truth is that he is actually quite flexible and pliable before the Lord, but before man he is as solid and impenetrable as a rock. No amount of persuasion or argument from man will move him – but the slightest touch from the Lord will bring him to his knees. Having discovered the One Thing that is needed, he will tenaciously and ruthlessly shun the “many things” which crowd in to seek his attention, for he sees everything else as a distraction. Indeed, he is quite willing to sacrifice the good in favor of the holy. And when the Lord has him focused on a particular thing he is as a beam of light fastened upon a singular point until everything melts before it. Even his praying is affected, for he can no longer pray as he wills and for what he wants. He seemingly has no will of his own. Instead the Heavenly Voice bids him to pray with a Heavenly perspective, and all too often the Heavenly perspective is at odds with the Earthly perspective. So when his brothers and sisters pray for blessing and increase, he finds himself praying for destruction and decrease; and when they are resisting and praying against something, he finds himself asking God to perform the very thing the rest of the world is against. To the rest of the world, the autistic savant is a bit of a retarded genius, an unfortunate mixture of idiocy and brilliance, caught up in a world of its own. The prophetic savant bears a similar stigma. But if you engage him at all, you soon discover that he sees all of this as absolutely normal; the way it is supposed to be. He no longer wishes for a normal life, because the life he has now IS normal: he has lost his own life in exchange for a new life. He lives in the Heavenlies while he walks on the Earth. He does not think of himself as special, as anything other than a regular person, but often wonders aloud why others cannot see what he has seen when it is all so self-evident and plain. To him, maybe; but the rest of us are blinded by the Light he exudes without knowing it.

My Civil Rights for Health Related Quality of Life @HRQoL Campainge

Suicide prevention and Bully prevention both for the mental health related quality of life for all.

2. For suicide prevention I am planning to developed I'm Hero Of My Own Story beloved self Scrap & Journal book.( for mental health growth that would be substantial 2 train bad thoughts before they turn into bad decisions to meet people at the crossroads before they are judged by 12 carried by 6 left with three which is Me Myself and me, who is normally my worst enemy and found the crossroad 1 no one wants to be alone.

Finally I would like to get a prototype developed for the application for mobile devices that will be an amber alert app for immediate call response attention from people individually who want to step up and save others lives when they are in need of help from danger hate, crimes bullying, domestic situations, or maybe they need his help a family member Brothers a child in school being beat on by their parents and definitely for parents who were the fear of the children's life if their bullied in school.

As of right now I have already patent invention companies, but they're asking me for about $2,800 to get that all the research was done and get it copyrighted I don't know if that's a scam or if that's legally true but I'm from raising the AIDS Walk and a GoFundMe account I'm not asking for any money or any donations but I'm asking for guidance and mentoring if you don't mind.

Because wisdom knowledge in teaching Someone Like You who are honestly she's as someone like me will prepare me for the world that I want to help create that God wants us to live in. I'm not very political I hate watching the news but I'm a person of very high natural intelligence in 10 years I want to start running for president that may seem like a joke to you. But if that's what I have to do to save us from ourselves and protect the world from others I'm sure God will bless me to do it because all things are possible through God and God has made my life very possible he has blessed me in ways that you could never imagine with talents and gifts that I don't even know I've learned he blessed me with faith and surrounds my soul in his mercy and Grace. The blessings and gifts a multitude of faith because no matter what perception anyone has of me my talents and intellect has fought my battles and God has already won my Wars.

I am not God book. I am Gods testimony I'm everyone's sad story in the Warrior claiming victory in the name of the Lord my one 1Almighty.



If it's not too much for you to give me guidance and mentoring, I would truly appreciate it.

It's so funny I claimed that a song Do You Want to Build a Snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. It can be a humanitarian. Empowering people to be who they are and to be humanitarian.

I Don't Want to Build a Snowman. I want to engineer sandcastles into pyramids on a strong foundational based on Pride and remove labels of what people identify as weird and a system of gradually figure out that is the only reality of normal individuality.

God never said win the race. He just said finish. He never waits for people at the winning circle because all champions know of God's Mercy and Grace & acknowledges that Jesus Christ has paid it all.

The winner circle is false reputations of pride
A pedestal what people up the place. So I meet my Jehovah Father God, where he waits for me. Which is at the finish line.


Martin Luther King had a dream. But I had a nightmare and when I woke up I was still living in it.




ImHoMOs
(I'm Hero of My Own Story)

Life, Problems, and People Who Pissed me OFF!

I created this website to just express to the world, that I like everyone else, have times in life, where I feel, lost, alone, and PISSED off at the world. If anyone out there, ever feel like, " it always seems to happen to you" ...I just want you to know you are not alone, "it always seems to just happen to me too!"

Sunday, December 28, 2008

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If I stand on the edge of this cliff long enough, maybe I can remember about why I don't want to jump. I could reflect on love ones, who I would spend a lifetime, inflicting pain on from personal decisions, hearts I might break, and for one moment, I might come to the realization that this is how I just feel for that at that moment...

Follow me into my world, where everything is not always what it seem. Hold my feelings in the palm of your hand, and watch as it sinks through your life lines like melting ice, turning into water. Caress my soul with your fingertips, and find that loving yourself, is the first step to depression, and giving up is the best to identify, that you too have been screwed by America, and those whom you hold close to you, are the only ones, who never really cared.

Live my life for me, in this quest for happy thoughts, and fly with me to never never land, where we would never grow old, and never grow up. Never worry about what consequences of actions, past the idea of a week of not.v and your mother saying, " no, you can't go hang out with your friends right today, until I finish cleaning my room", and I would sit and cry, as if I thought my life was over.

Being a child, never felt so good...

Thank GMHC I will be returning Back to School to the "NEW SCHOOL " here in NYC.

I am currently living in an SRO /shelter after going thru unreported (IRIS)Immune Reconstitution Syndrome of almost 10yr. IRIS mean the antiviral that main the virus creates the opportunistic infection.

Martin Luther King Had Dream.

and for it.

I have had a NIGHTMARE... and recently someone asks me where do I see myself in 10yrs, and I honestly I see myself thru God Blessing as President elected through the support of (HRQofLIFE) Health-QRelated Quality of Life for all.

Donation to my Campaign will go to my Scholarship back to school and proceeds will also go to AIDSWALK, sponsor me Team "Tranzformation Evolution"

#LYLIY"

Live your life its YOURS!

#LMLIM

Living my Life its MINE!

Don't Be Scared of beautiful

is HRQofLife for Transgender
because if you believe in reincarnation who is to say that a man can come into a woman body and woman into a man body.

Either we have to CREATE a Better World for the Generation coming up.

#imHoMOS ...is the Acronym for,

I'm Hero of My Own Story."

Changing the perception of the world to "Gay", all so know as "HAPPY".

My name is Darrall Joseph Lee, I am a Warrior in God Army for hope. I am 32yrs of old age and have been VICTIMIZE BY THE DIVERSITY OF THE WORLD.

BUT AM NO ONE's VICTIM.

I have bee going thru Asymptomatic illness of HIV/AIDS for almost 10yrs, and I only had to fight my battles, because my 1Almight Jehovah Father God Has already WON THEM FOR ME.

What happens if tomorrow, never comes. Does that make the good things you have, done today, out weight the bad you will do tomorrow? Or does it count for anything that you were going to do great things tomorrow? How does it feel to know that this could be your last day that the sun shines on your good graces? What would you say, what words would you choose to begin....

Well me I don't know, I guess I would start with asking for forgiveness, from God, for not being everything expected of me in his name. I guess I would wanna apologize to my little brother who I really never got a chance to understand or know because we were so busy kicking each other's ass, instead of loving each other as brothers and sticking up for one another. I would definitely have to apologize to my big brother for any bad things I have ever said and understand that even I though he could have set better examples in life, that he is not me and how can I place him on a scale that he does not wish to be on.

I want to apologize the people I passed on the street that ask me for a coin that I had to spare in my possession but did not give, due to the fact that I didn't want my money to go towards drugs and or alcohol. Nor didn't I want to be apart from the increase in lung cancer by tobacco corporation. Though it hurt me to pass judgment, it hurt those of unfortunate worst, because maybe my quarter or dollars that's day could have a different between one more day of starvation or a cheeseburger from McDonald's. Instead of the chewing gum, I spent it on, or the snicker, I fed on to fulfill my chocolate craving.

How can I say sorry to those friends that I lost along the way, over my foolish attitude? The one's that I loved dearly, and hurt so bad, that I could never find words deep, or sincere enough to say, "I am SORRY". Please forgive me, forgive me, my friends, I left you with impressions of no need of your love, and yet months and years past and the tears my soul cry, are prayers that where ever you all are, and whatever yall are doing in life, that it be blessed. If I could change the hands of time I would resolve past issues, and instead of throwing them away.

I want to send out a dear apology to my great grandmother. May her soul rest in peace. My last words with her were a rush, because of extra curriculum activities, and the day she departed this earth, I should have taken the time to listen to her say goodbye, and said goodbye to her. Now and days we are so disregarded of our elders, that we forget that their days are final, my last words should have been, "I love you". Instead of the blurting out, " I gotta go, grandma, I will call you later and just hanging up the phone." Not in acknowledging that later would never come. My great grandmother was dead and gone by the time I made it home that night.

I want to say to my dad, I know we had our differences, but some things I should keep to myself when talking to my father. You did your best, and I want to say thanks for the effort of just staying in touch and being there the best u can.I want to apologize to the stranger I crossed in life and ignored as if they were not human beings. Because somewhere on someday it was a complete stranger who came to my rescue when I could have been completely ignored as I had ignored others.

Last but not least I want to say sorry to my mommy, I'm sorry, that I am a black gay male. I sorry that you had to choose to love me unconditionally, despite my preference in life. I sorry if you ever wish other plans for me, as for as a wife and family. I sorry that you had to hear me out when some guy broke my heart. I sorry for the phones calls you got at all hours of the night to hear me cry. I sorry that you had to sit down that day and write my name over and over, and the tears you shed that night when you finally faced the truth with reality. If I could change the way I felt, I would. If I could give you the life for me you wanted me to have I would, but I let you know this, I tried to make up for it, by doing things right in life. I sorry that you had to accept me for who I am. Learn to love me no matter whom I chose to live my life with..but thank you for making the acceptance.I could not have made it to where I am now, without everything moral piece love you invest inside of me.
Posted by houstonsmile at 9:52 PM 1 comment:
Blah...blah...blah

If I stand on the edge of this cliff long enough, maybe I can remember about why I don't want to jump. I could reflect on love ones, who I would spend a lifetime, inflicting pain on from personal decisions, hearts I might break, and for one moment, I might come to the realization that this is how I just feel for that at that moment...

Follow me into my world, where everything is not always what it seem. Hold my feelings in the palm of your hand, and watch as it sinks through your life lines like melting ice, turning into water. Caress my soul with your fingertips, and find that loving yourself, is the first step to depression, and giving up is the best to identify, that you too have been screwed by America, and those whom you hold close to you, are the only ones, who never really cared.

Live my life for me, in this quest for happy thoughts, and fly with me to never never land, where we would never grow old, and never grow up. Never worry about what consequences of actions, past the ideal of a week of no t.v and your mother saying, " no, you can't go hang out with your friends right today, until I finish cleaning my room", and I would sit and cry, as if I thought my life was over.