Wisdom on the KING's Scribe, 7

Wayside

thekingsscribe7@gmail.com (se7en Adeniyi) — 20, Feb 2026 21:39:40 +0100

Preparation of my heart; to encounter YHVH.

M13 Listen! A sower went out to sow.
And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them.

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Assume a box for the cultivated plot.
Any sowing done in its padding (near the perimeter), will have some of the seed flung, falling on the wayside.

The wayside was “field” from the beginning.
However, after many footfalls cut through the fields, that portion of arable land, was reduced to a wayside. Fallow ground + Compaction. Doubly hard.

Whatever would sink in here has got to be hard, sharp, and driven. A pickaxe! ⛏️
The seed had no chance. So, it lies on the path - easy prey for hungry birds.

In my heart, it’s farmland.
If only there were just a wayside, or two.
But, man has an industrious enemy.
Having border control, the heart could’ve been kept from this eventuality: but, alas!

You see, I left the gates of my mind open to strange things; strange voices; strange culture. In film, books, media, & conversation.

These fill up the mind; percolating.
Next thing you don’t know, they’ve made their way down to the heart, called subconscious, trampling all o’er the place - making waysides!

Call for Wisdom!

What is the way?
“This, " says Wisdom, “first, Shut the Gates! "
There’s a channel currently open, from the senses to the mind; from the mind to the heart! Shut, first, the gates at the senses.

🔸See No Evil
🔸Hear No Evil
🔸Speak No Evil
🔸Sense Evil? Put up your shields!

“Then, " says Wisdom, “Unstop the Fountains! Re-dig the Wells! And moreover, call for Rain! "

For there is but one way to sweep out these strangers and make clean the land: a flood. Flood to eject. Flood to cleanse.
Not just any water, but that from above!
We need living water!!!

Come, sweet Holy Spirit.
Come as a flood!
Lift up a standard and sweep these away.
Out of existence. No place to hide.
Come, Holy Spirit and make me clean.

Tis a song from mine heart
Unto Thee, o God, to Thee.

So, the Spirit says to me.

My Child, you know what to do.
Prepare My advent; make plain My path.

“Yes Sir, I know! " I reply.
I must fill my mind with Your laws & secrets.
For by them alone, will You come.
Abba always sends forth His Word before His Spirit. This is the way!

So, I say!
Shut the Gates!
Bring the Thunder:
Call forth the Rain 🌧
and on the morrow,
ye fields, be ready again.

“Lastly, " says Wisdom, “Plough! Break up the Fallow Ground! "

Hos10 Sow for yourselves righteousness; Reap in mercy; Break up your fallow ground, For {now is} time to seek the LORD, Till He comes and rains righteousness on you.

Building the City

thekingsscribe7@gmail.com (se7en Adeniyi) — 11, Feb 2026 22:12:08 +0100

Collection of ancient pathways, leading truth-seekers onto transformation, within the Divine.

There’s a kind of statement in the canon, that we have to understand. So profound, indeed, that its ramifications are beyond words. Behold, 👇🏾

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus, …
… But we have the mind of Christ
that you put off, concerning your former conduct, the old man which grows corrupt according to the deceitful lusts, and be renewed in the spirit of your mind.

You see, man is triune.
Spirit; Soul; Body. {note: the mind is in the soul}

The action and expression of man’s being, is much like the operation of a machine.
Consider Iron Man, the comic hero. It’s a human inside the mechanized suit, the suit has been engineered and programmed by this human, Mr. Tony Stark, to do those things that Mr. Stark wants done; how he wants them done. So, when the suit is in use, the world sees not the man within, but may bear witness to what they consider acts of heroism.

This is pretty much identical, to the triune nature of man.

The human within the suit, represents your Spirit.
The programming and Artificial Intelligence, Jarvis, through whom the suit is controlled, represents your Soul.
And the suit, itself, represents your body.
Triune. Three, yet, one.

You soliloquize; talk and converse within yourself, much like Mr. Stark holds conversation with Jarvis within the suit. Sometimes, you want things done, but your soul informs you that you’re losing power, and cannot fire thrusters anymore (maybe you’d skipped a few meals).

Now, this is where things get interesting.
If someone else were to legally and truthfully, inherit the Iron Man suit after Mr. Stark’s passing, there’d be a world of difference.

First of all, the character of the man in the suit. Is he righteous or evil? A good guy, or villain?!
Second, the purpose of the man in the suit. Is the suit’s current programming suited to his purpose, plans and projects?
Thirdly, customizations. What if, Mr. Stark had programmed Jarvis to play raunchy music whilst in flight, and the new guy prefers Zen music? You can’t get into flow state and do deep work if the vibe is all messed up, can you?
There’s more, of course; but these’re core!

So, what’s the difference between the unsaved, since he “popped-outta-momma,” gent, and the one who has believed in Jesus Christ for salvation from sin? Between the natural (before Cross of Christ) and the carnal/spiritual man (since redemption at Cross of Christ)? When someone walks past you into Target, meets with Jesus, maybe through a teen-preacher, and walks back out, saved, how are they any different?

The iron man suit stays the same - same face, scrawny beard and build.
Jarvis stays installed - same old soul; he still loves tacos.
⚠️ The man inside the suit, has changed.
It was a guy called “Mr. Flesh, " or “Old Man. "
And now, its “Christ” or “New Man. "

So, when Brother Paul wrote, that you put off, concerning your former conduct, the old man, he meant, “merely uninstalling the apps running on the OS (Jarvis) won’t do. You’ve got to format the whole drive. " Jarvis gotta go!
Christ, the New Man, needs his own mind {“mind of Christ”} to live {“express Himself”} through.

If you’re never taught, you’ll keep wondering why you stumble at old thought patterns.
One moment you’re minding your business, mowing the lawn (or scrolling through your feed): suddenly a voluptuous female goes waltzing by, clad in leather tights, and next thing you know, you’re bolting the bathroom door, dropping your pants, and masturbating.

Jesus wouldn’t do that: and you know you’re made new of Spirit, just like Him, so what gives?! The mind that is in you, was trained to lust by the Old man. Jarvis OS, gotta go! We need a new Operating System. And not a new, different distro of same old Linux; no! A whole other OS, entirely.

Now, that you realise the conundrum — that you’ll never be free to the honourable, righteous things that you know to preach: until this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus, how?

If you’ve ever formatted a PC or phone; no, not a factory reset: a formatting, you know you’ve got to get enough power in the battery to see you through the entire process; get a disc or thumb drive or some external storage that holds the new OS; access to the BIOS or root system of your device; and careful patience.

So, how does that apply?

	Device OS	Soul
1.	🔋Power	Invite the Holy Spirit to power this transformation
2.	💾 New OS Software	Any programme is essentially a comprehensive list of definitions and commands. So, evidently, it’s the Teachings in the Holy Bible. In particular, teachings (law) on the mountains of God. {see Isaiah 2v3; Micah 4v2} The actual teachings are in two volumes - old and new. Mosaic Law (Exodus 24:12) and Eternal Law (Matthew chapters 5-7), respectively. Go for the full thing, I say.
3.	🗝️ BIOS/ Root Access	You can’t format an OS while it is in use. So, shut your door: that means, shut your senses against all distractions — food, too, if you can; and trust that as you begin to read and meditate the Bible’s mountain teachings, they will translate you to the very mountain-top from whence they came, and open up the root directory or BIOS of your soul.
4.	⚒️ Careful Patience - v1	Have you ever wondered, why if you quit on something when it gets tough, it appears to have grown bigger, and will never cease to mock you, until you square your shoulders and give it all it takes? Don’t learn the hard way. Commit to a doable minimum of regular Bible reading & praying, to be practised daily, without fail. You’re not limited to the bare minimum that you promised (& wrote in your journal). It’s better to promise a daily one chapter or thirty minutes; and keep it consistently, than promise 4hours, and never start.
5.	🏗️ Careful Patience - v2	Yeah! This is where you’ve fed a great deal on the full teachings of God’s Law; and are now ready for understanding in specific mysteries. It’s time for depth unto mastery. That’s what the “Truth to Behold” series are for. Mediation and contemplative praying. Never rush. Meditating one of these can be enjoyed for decades. One verse. Same verse. Everyday. For days, weeks, months, years; mysteries deeper still, uncovered every time. Oh, take me to that place; beholding Thine Glory o God.

After all is said, please consider these precepts:

The Foundation:

Believe in Jesus Christ as your Salvation
Learn how to be led by the Holy Spirit
Read through the canon, Holy Bible, multiple times
Converse with the Father as His child

The Principal Virtues:

Love
Faith
Wisdom

The Pillars of Growth:

Food & Drink (“Bread & Water/ Milk/ Wine, " which is the word of God)
Exercise (Prayer, Obedience, Walking by Faith)
Rest (confidence in GOD)

The Definition of Kingdom-Life

“Trust and Obey”

I trust that the Lord will help me, frequently, to come back; writing more fully, articles of the KING’s blueprint for shaping your life into an edifice; a tower of love and glorious light. Indeed, the blueprint is to be a series; masterfully authored in the power and might of the Holy Spirit.

Peace be with you, brethren.

We Got Robbed

thekingsscribe7@gmail.com (se7en Adeniyi) — 21, Jun 2026 21:36:17 +0100

The Good Life. Or is it?

A man somewhere had it all.
The good life.

A loving wife, whom he found easy to love and provide for.
Children, obedient, responsible, playful, beloved.
Cattle, Goats, Sheep: milk, venison, wool.
Chickens, Ducks, Horses, Dogs.
A garden to tend, and a farm to keep.
An entire human biosphere.

He had a father whose ways he’d learned:
just as he was a father, with time to spend,
loving and being loved by these little men,
dear children.

He had a faith.
A trust in God; daily met,
but never seen. GOD and Father of Yeshua the Christ;
a Father, as well, to him.

He drank from wells,
crystal clear living water.
And plucking an apple from the branch,
but wiped it on his fleece, afore taking a bite
— juice: wetting beard, staining shirt.

He had neighbors to help and work with.
Friends to kick back and share a laugh with.
Brothers to jovially harass; and with great relish,
Sisters to tease and prank.

He lived on land, allodial.
Land passed from fathers to sons
generations come and gone.
His heart, at rest.
Much to eat, lots to spare.
Rich. O, rich indeed.

Alas, every man is tested.
So, then came the devil.
Nay, a fellow with horns, is he not.
A wily-tongued bastard, was he.
His covetous eyes on the prize.

Your freedom.
Sovereign.
Peace.
Life.

He knew Mr. Adam was devout.
Cared little for naught without.
Big Christ-love hearted, was he.
So, he looked to ma, “Dame. "

With him, he’d brought a picture:
A picture with words, indeed,
is infinitely greater, it is,
than a picture on paper.
For the picture on paper, is set.
There’s another in it.

Another woman, not you.
Another.

But, of words,
the canvas is your mind
Freely flowing ink,
Not another in it, but you.
In your imagination, you can be queen
on the land, ruling;
in the sea; diving;
in the skies, soaring.

He told her she’d potential
“O what a sorry state you’re in.”
You could build a good life
in the beautiful new city.

Imagine, just imagine:
shopping in the stores,
walking down the aisles…
Dressed lovely,
In your fragrance, a hint of roses.
Picking fruit and veggies,
with daintily gloved hands.

Not scouring in a dank pantry
Not crawling the cabbage patch
Not chasing after chickens
Not milking cows that kick.

“Uh, I see great potential.
Such a sorry state you’re in. "

There’s so much more to the story,
I’ll let you fill it in,
Imagine, Imagine, Imagine.

So now, we have here Noel,
Adam’s son.
Son in the city.
A box-shaped house
in no way, unique.
One of many - rows of cells

A set time when he must leave
Out, goes his car, at 7:25
As does Joe’s
As does Mickey’s
As does James'
Every house, loses its Father, on schedule.
Like army or prison;
Of duty or woe?

Away Noel goes, to the manufacturing plant.
He hates his job, but does it anyway.
He didn’t read the fine print
The tiny details in the devil’s witchcraft,
that stole momma’s heart away —
to dream of prancing up and down the aisles: shopping…
Not chasing chickens; forking hay.

Easy-to-read text:	Fine-print
my very own piece of the city	Same as everyone else’s. Mass produced. Built disharmonious, unto decay.
picking groceries with dainty gloved hands	Nevermind what’s been put in the water to grow them, or if they’re from a lab. If you end up wasting away, slave to my pals at big-Pharma, it wasn’t me.
Milk delivered in glasses	From diseased, sickly cows? Milk and pus look the same. Not our fault.
My son in a big office	All that time spent away; making orphans of his sons. Their hearts, ours to break. Your pa, the world was his office. But here, a shiny sign on the desk. A shiny noose for your neck. Now, you’re a man. And your sons, just buy them a TV - we’ve got to program them somehow. Nevermind teaching them Pa’s values, you’re tired from work now.
No more working the land, grimy with dirt	This is currency. We made it up. It’s the new thing. What you really need. You’re nothing without big bucks. We’re generous. Give us your lands, everything you need is in the city. Here’s some shiny paper - its payment for your life.

Yet, some now reawaken
Longing for the land.
DIY a sprinter van,
make it a home.
A life powered; a life fed
by groceries from the aisle
picked with dainty fingers,
apple watch on her wrist.

Are they awake?
A multi-layered dream.
They showed you in “Inception. "
Whilst laughing to your face.

The way out is Salvation:
to die and be birthed again
He, named Neo, yet old and decaying
had to die, and be born again.
Born a citizen of Zion,
eyes open.

By Grace, are we saved.
Grace through Christ Jesus.
Jesus, means Salvation.

Amen.

Tied to a Chair

thekingsscribe7@gmail.com (se7en Adeniyi) — 21, Feb 2026 08:10:12 +0100

When limits are set, what will you do?

Ever wondered how men keep elephants penned behind a wall of slim trunks, set in the earth?
Ever wondered why horsepower means so much to speedsters, but a horse will remained tied to a plastic chair? I’ve seen one. I’ll have the picture for you in a jiffy (I hope).

Photo credit: unknown. Please contact

When the elephants were yet calves:
the horses, yet foals,
the trees, yet saplings,
they were penned, tied, constrained.

They pushed, and they rammed, and they strained,
till they submitted to their experience.

Thus, now, in the mind of matriarch mama-dumbo;
and regal steed, sits enthroned, a lie:
Set in stone.

We tried. We failed. It can’t be moved.

Today, as the horse tied to a plastic chair,
do the unclean lead a thoroughbred champion of Zion
–dance, do dance, to the beat of lustful thoughts
played from without.

“Remember, " they say, “you never could hold out against the onslaught of temptation weighing upon your soul. Why don’t you give in? You’ll have ample opportunity to grow strong (enough to overcome) later.

“And besides, God will forgive you. "

But you’re STRONG NOW!
Not only can you refuse temptation 1C10.13,
but you can scourge the tempters.
So, scourge them: have them return to base, with wails and scars.
“NO MORE!”

#listen
You need not think of living a holy life.
Rather, commit to live holy in this moment.

Peace.