Poetic Measures

By Galina Sarah McKenzie

Galina Mckenzie has suffered and endured great pain and hardship in her life. When Galina was only five, her mother fled abuse and moved to California. An immigrant in a strange land, she was bullied ruthlessly at school until her self esteem was torn into pieces. As an adult, she endured heartbreak and d

• Language: English
• Publisher: THE ADVERTERS
• Release date: Oct 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781955403269

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Dedicated to the Kingdom of God and Heaven

Through the

Miraculous

Workmanship

of the Most High

Saying, We give thee thanks,

O Lord God Almighty, which art, and wast,

and art to come; because thou hast taken

to thee thy great power, and hast reigned.

(Revelations 11:17 KJV)

Contents

Preface

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Poetic Measures of Tribulations

Blockage

Anxiety

Confusion

Deceived

A Toxic Relationship

Unforgiveness

Rescue Me

Travail

Don’t Sink

A Tear

The Human Race of Life

Race

Discombobulated

Human Nature

Wrestling with Destiny

Legacy

I Almost Lost

Substance

Out of the Hole

Déjà Vu

I Can’t Deny

Disguise

Unplugged

Know

Think

Study

A Lesson in Attention

To Be Free

The Verdict

You Have the Right

Freedom of Choice

Misunderstood

You Got This Twisted

World

O’ Suffering and Pain

Disregard

Why Are You Here?

Don’t Wait! Escape! Or It Might Be Too Late!

There’s No Place for Hate

Why Are You Mad?

Snap Out of It!

No, You May Not!

Whom Do I Blame?

Poetic Measures of Transformations

I Am Changed

Whom Do I Trust?

The Most High Is All Loving

A Work In Progress

Forgiveness

Obedience

Sprawling Love

The Seasons of Life

Beautiful

Warriors

Explore

Signs

Love and Passion

Of Origins

I Am

Love Birth’d

Poetic Measures

Gravity

I Thrive

Identity

Origin

Poetic Measures of Manifestations

Value Pennies

New

Joy

Happiness

This Love

Little Children of the Light

Peace

Thou Art …

In Love

Flight

In Order

Henceforward

Let’s Get Along

Two Nations

Glory Writings

All of the Most High’s Creation

Become …

As One

One

Open

Fabric of Holiness

Divine Transformation

O’ Five Mysteries

Spirit-Based

Help

Lead Us

Dimensional Prayer

Spontaneous Love

Forever Till the End

Spiritual Friends

The Spiritual First

Because …

Poetic Measures of Revitalizations

It’s Time!

Holdfast

Receive

Oneness of Divine Holiness

I Pray

I Desire Higher

I Give Higher

O Israel …

O New Jerusalem ...

Like

Heavenly Dimensions

Angels’ Lives

Inasmuch As

In Christ

Dovelight

Through

My True Divine

Divine Sequence

Divine Order

Who …

Truth

Lion of the Tribe of Judah …

His

His Name

The Promised Messiah

Surely

Believe

I’m In I AM

I’m Going Home

Miracles

Afterword

About the Author

Preface

I have suffered and endured great pain and hardship my entire life. But I always choose to turn to my faith in the Most High and my Beloved Messiah to carry on and push forward—no matter the obstacles in my pathway or the odds stacked against me.

I was born into an abusive environment that worsened to the point my mother had to immediately escape to the United States—to California—with me, age five, and my older brother. Although we were safe from living in constant fear, we were now homeless immigrants in an unfamiliar land. I recall sleeping in unusual places, such as in the back of trucks, on the beach, and in the coin laundry. At some point, we upgraded to living in a worn-down car that didn’t work half the time. But you know what? As young as I was, I had the sense to know that our present circumstances were a hundred times better than our past ones.

My mother worked odd jobs all day to feed me and my brother. We lived in a car somewhere close to the beach, where we played in the sand and splashed water on each other until our mother came to get us. After being homeless for quite a while, my mom managed to save enough money to purchase a house in Los Angeles. What a joy it was to finally move into a real house—a real home!

Around this time, I was of school age, and my mom enrolled me in elementary school. My first day of kindergarten was the worse day of my young life. For no logical reason, a group of classmates began to bully me. They mocked the way I wore my hair, the clothes I wore, the way I talked. They even went so far as to call me names, inhuman names. When they didn’t treat me like a foreign outsider, they shunned me. They refused to befriend me, play with me, or have pleasant conversations with me.

I felt like an absolute outcast. I felt I didn’t fit in and didn’t belong. The unrelenting bullying got so bad, the school principal assembled all the students and staff to discuss my mistreatment. The principal told all the students to stop mocking me. Sadly, this attempt to stop the outrageous bullying of me only made the matter worst. At the time, about 50 percent of students in the school bullied me daily. However, after the humiliating assembly, the bullying increased to over 80 percent of students bulling me without mercy.

The bullying continued through secondary school, junior high, and high school. I often wondered, Why must I endure so much emotional pain and mental distress? What did I do to cause this hardship, this affliction, this adversity to fall upon me? I developed severe depression and anxiety. At this period of my teenage life, I was full of no—no confidence, no happiness, no love, and no joy. Due to these strong feelings of unworthiness, I became easy prey for abusive and controlling people. I was naïve and vulnerable to manipulation.

As a child, I could not understand why I was mocked repeatedly and my self-esteem torn into pieces constantly. Now, as a mature and enlightened adult, I realize why I suffered such immeasurable ridicule as a youth. If I didn’t experience the heart-wrenching pain of being constantly bullied and ridiculed, I wouldn’t have developed such an immense understanding and compassion for people feeling pain on all levels—spiritually, mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and physically. The Most High started training me early for my purpose today—to encourage others to see their pathways and move forward, around, and over all obstacles in their way and surmount all that is cruel and wrong, and reach for what is lost or unknown.

I have chosen to first ask the Most High, through the Messiah, to forgive me. I have also chosen to forgive all who harmed me. Those who express hatred and cruelty in thoughts or actions need the Eternal Father’s love the most. Therefore, we must be a soldier for our Messiah and always cheerfully and willingly send perpetual love and light to them, some at a distance and others in person, depending on the circumstances, using the wisdom the Most High has given us.

After fifteen years, my marriage fell apart and ended in divorce. The marriage crumbled, the divorce was a rumble, my world did tumble, it made me more humble. All I had intact was my faith in the Most High. So I decided to grip on to