I was insulted several times today as the process here must be worked out. Jesus had the same ignorance to be dealt with, but that too is part of the witness in the process of time, as God in time proves the mad Prophet a Spiritual voice.....but by then it is too late .
This moved me to ponder things and the pondering is intense by the waves of awareness upon which I touch in Heaven and this world.
For the first time, I will reveal that I do not believe that we, meaning the "we" who comprehend what is being worked out in this blog, get out of the abyss.
There of course is no quitting and the resistance must be made, as there is no other choice as one is proven and refined by the fire Jesus carries you through, and not by having an easy go of it.
The wealthy have their rewards here and the rewards of God are not of this physical dimension.
Here am I moved to state the above, not to dishearten, but to lay before you, that it will be the hand of God striking and delivering, and no other process.
Your part is a witness for Judgment as the only victory in this is going to be awarded by Christ.
I have been here before as you have in your bloodlines which stretch to our ancestors in Samaria in the tribes. It was the same iniquity, debauchery and rebellion against God's Law which caused the beginning of the upheavals which by God's Grace your relatives and mine were carried through.
While the collective memory shuts out the butchery, the rapes, the tortures and the murders as it is too repulsive to deal with, it is a searing time ahead when all of the worst imagined is not going to compare to the reality which will be the burden of this world.
So the Prophet is mad, but then that is why the Prophet is quoted so often, and when these things come to fruition, there will be the knowledge of knowing, understanding and realizing what was taking place here.
My sadness is knowing how so many people suffered in being God's hands in building America. All of the trees they cut, all of the locusts killed, all of the rocks picked, the sweat, the blood, the tears, the screaming into a pillow silently in not being able to take it any longer........and getting up the next day and doing it again numb to it all.
All those dreams shattered, all those children buried, all that suffering and work others have invested, and all of it squandered by trust.
I do not believe God will be hard on judging most of Americans, because they honestly tried to vote, work, behave and not be complete heathens. It is just the betrayal of those votes, that work and that minding their own lives, which left the worst of satan's minions loose to destroy all this wonder which is America.
You can feel it if you look at your horizon that "it" is gone. It feels like a lonely wind, stirring the ashes of a fire. It is solitary and without comfort.
America is not dead, but she is dying. She fights for the last gasps to escape the abyss she has been sold into by betrayal, and the soul of her will escape like those stars in the darkness of Reagan's shining city on a hill.
It is going to come what has been foretold. It will I know be easier with Sarah Palin in the White House as you will have a leader to deflect the massive blows which will be struck, but you will feel them..........but at least you will have a leader to hearten you as David in the wilderness caves.
I have written before that I know of things, and, I have voiced that I know of things and do not ask deliberately as I do not want to know them as then I might have to place them here and there is enough placed here to be ridiculed over by the ignorant who can not see the difficult to see is made that way for those who can see, will see more plainly.
Oh to have a birth
Oh to have a death
Oh to have lived in between
And have a first and final breath
There the fears do trouble
All of what might come
Then to embrace a swift end
In hoping it might come
To live the lot for all her worth
When the die is cast
To live to die as that is all there is
The first unto the last
When silence calls in din unheard
In each fought for breath
The dichotomy of life at end
Is oh to live a death
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