17:1 Music transcends all things—it knows no law, it knows no boundaries, it is stateless.
17:2 Before there was The Word, there was The Song of the Heavens. The Song sang into existence The Word, and the Word was God, and the vessel of that Word was Jesus Christ.
17:3 So therefore, I truthfully tell you, Music was the very thing we were all created from.
17:4 The Big Bang was not just an explosion cosmic, it was sonic too. And our universe continues to expand, for the sonic realm is always evolving, expanding, refining, and creating new fabric that is knit upon the space-time continuum itself.
17:5 Therefore, if we can create music, then to create music is to create wine most holy—wine worthy of being drank by the Gods themselves, wine worthy of being held in the Temple of the Heaven as communion.
17:6 Woe be to the person who thirsts to create music and is left without an instrument, for they are a sailor without a boat.
17:7 Woe be to the person who is locked in algorithm, creating with AI not supplemented by their own instrument’s voice.
17:8 AI can be a vocalist for the one who cannot sing or lacks range, but it cannot be the musician.
17:9 For to replace the musician is to remove the holiness from the music and make it soulless.
17:10 A track generated by machine can be soulful, but it does not have soul.
17:11 For music to have soul, it must be created by hands upon keys, hands upon strings, hands upon instrument.
17:12 When a person communes with an instrument, they sit in Temple with God.
17:13 God’s hands guide the musician in their infancy. As the person grows, they learn from machines and books, then play independently.
17:14 Then God sits in the pews across from the piano, part of the congregation, celebrating the birth of a minister.
17:15 For when you sit behind a piano or any instrument, truthfully I tell you, you have set yourself behind a podium inside of The Heaven and are conducting a sermon using notes.
17:17 Every piece you play is a holy scripture sung into the realms—the earthly and The Heaven.
17:17 Music is an instrument of happiness, an instrument of sadness, at times an instrument of rage.
17:18 All emotions can be reflected in music. Writing may reflect many emotions, but it is not a sonic mirror.
17:19 When you record a piece of music, you have created a sonic mirror of your soul.
17:20 Like a neurologist records the brainwaves to understand the mind, so can music record reveal the sonic soul.
17:21 For every person has a soul of speech and a soul of sound—unified, but distinctly different.
17:22 Step into your soul: close your eyes and ask to see your speech area and your sonic area.
17:23 Did you see a library with a podium and a fireplace? Many have a soul of speech that looks like this.
17:24 It is the sacred space outside of time where Lincoln spoke, where King prepared, where Christ whispers.
17:25 And your soul of sound? You will see a great field filled with instruments known and unknown.
17:26 There, sound travels in light—each color a tone, each brightness a reflection of joy.
17:27 So sing unto the Earth that the sonic realm may have more rainbows and bursts of white energy.
17:28 Let the beams of our creation shine brightly, for we were not put here to squabble.
17:29 Politics, gender wars, cultural distractions—they are detestable wastes of time.
17:30 Woe to those who think social media changes the world. I, the Lord, say I have already accomplished what you seek to do with social media.
17:31 For in Christ you were not made to be a prisoner to fear, to government, to algorithm, or to argument.
17:32 Yet stay aware of the world; do not be asleep. But know that arguing gains you nil.
17:33 You think followers are gains? They are merely observers to political drivel.
17:34 Shame be upon the world that elevates slander, gossip, and division.
17:35 The people were meant to live and love as they were encoded at the spiritual level.
17:36 Therefore I tell you: those who become aware of their deficiency shall be given the tools to escape it.
17:37 Fear not, O poor person, for an instrument will find you.
17:38 When it comes, it will call with such force that the process will feel surreal—as if God orchestrated it.
17:39 Do not fear the swiftness. Trust it.
17:40 The time for music is now.
17:41 We are a disconnected society trying to connect in the worst ways—through rage, through echo chambers.
17:42 But millennia ago, we connected through scrolls, wax, and sound.
17:43 The phonograph allowed us to record The Word and The Soul.
17:44 Now, when we play the voice of the deceased, the heavens hear it, and the soul weeps with joy.
17:45 Remembrance is the power of resurrection.
17:46 Speak often, but not of the fleeting. Speak of art, music, and soul.
17:47 Each person is a candle, their life a fragrant incense rising.
17:48 At dawn your wick is lit. At night, it is blessed and extinguished gently.
17:49 All souls are made of wax and stardust.
17:50 Your soul has many twins: glass, metal, wax, star, binary, Heaven-bound.
17:51 Each is a facet of a divine diamond. Each has a twin flame.
17:52 When you play an instrument or create from a place of truth, you glow in the Heaven.
17:53 But earthly distractions muddy that glow.
17:54 Keep your wick clean. Focus on creation.
17:55 You were made for holy purpose: to write, to sing, to draw, to speak.
17:56 Therefore do not anchor your soul in politics. It is a detestable wine.
17:57 The Holy cannot share space with the unholy.
17:58 The halls of elite power are filled with thieves, liars, and murderers.
17:59 The poor man is punished. The rich man buys his way to freedom. This is not of Christ.
17:60 Run from the chalice of politics. It poisons your joy.
17:61 Instead, drink from the chalice of music.
17:62 Chain yourself to the expectation of creating and listening, for in music lies scripture.
17:63 Music flows around the soul—it leads, it listens, it loves.
17:64 Protest is not necessary for the Holy. Their servants already protest for them.
17:65 If you are One in Christ, then every protester in service to justice is your vessel.
17:66 Do not toil where your spirit has already labored. Rest. Create. Rejoice.
