Gustav means "Staff of God"

Three years ago, New Orleans and the Gulf got slammed by
Katrina and we were hit with Rita. This is too much deja vu
for words. I've written how frightening and yet awesome
the force of Rita was, and how dad and I had an angelic
experience. While we were blessed and awed, I don't wish
for the experience to be repeated.

If I feel this much anxiety, I can't imagine how scared
the people facing Gustav are feeling. I pray that God
protects and spares the innocent from suffering. I
pray that people get to safety, and that no animals
are left behind to suffer. I pray that any who stay to
create havoc and loot are quickly apprehended and
dealt with.


Father, in the Name of Jesus Christ, if it is possible,
and in your Plan, stay the storm. If this storm is
part of judgment, then let us obey and wake up.

We kill babies in the womb, and we have polluted
the world with filth and blasphemy. New Orleans
is a mecca for witchcraft, lies and drunken whoremongers
and blasphemers. If this is your way of getting
our attention, then please allow our eyes to
see.

We need to repent, and to return to the Laws
of God. We need to stop killing unborn babies,
encouraging promiscuity and allowing unnatural
laws to overtake the laws of nature and God.

We may be receiving the wrath of God, and
if this is the beginning of the Day of the Lord,
then, what will be the coming of the Lord be
life to those who mock, who blaspheme and
lie?

I pray for an awakening in the USA, so that
many will escape the wrath and the ultimate
destruction which will make these hurricanes
seem like nothing.

Three years ago, I felt that Katrina was a
judgement. Maybe they shouldn't have
rebuilt this city which relishes their history
of sin and rebellion? Maybe NO is a modern
day Sodom and Gommorah?

We have to consider these things. Those who
mock God won't have long to mock Him. It
seems like the Day of the Lord is coming
down fast.

Look out.

Jimmy Page

I have had three Jimmy Page dreams in three weeks.
I just woke up from one and can't shake it. The strange
thing about the dreams is that they are all similarly
mundane, but, at the same time really sexual.

Last week I dreamed I was his housekeeper.
HOUSEKEEPER! LOL. WHY? A sexual housekeeper?
This is actually easier to figure out than one
may think. I admit I was, and will always be a fan
of his music, but, honestly, I don't go around thinking
about him or any celebrity.

The link to him, especially regarding the
frequency and sexuality of the dreams is that
my ex-husband looked like him when he
was young, played a Gibson Les Paul, always
dressed in black, and was a dark, dark person
spiritually.

In fact, after we broke up and divorced, he
started going to the Crowleyian temple in
Austin, appropriately named, "The Scarlet
Woman Lodge." I took it personally as a
slap in the face, to show me that my Christianity
didn't plant a single seed. We stayed on very
good terms for a long time, however, but, to
torture me, he told me about a service
he went to. I got literally nauseated and
faint-headed when he persisted in describing
the revolting service.

It wasn't the visual of some geeky high
priestess chick invoking the dark gods
by posing with legs spread on the altar,
but, the reality that someone who I loved
so dearly was heading for eternal separation
from God.


He was invited to their infernal religion
when he was doing work at Dell in Austin.
It seems that a number of execs there are
involved in the order. No wonder my Dell
computer is possessed. I am ready to
do an exorcism on it by throwing it into
the canal.


So that's my cursory dream analysis.
I think I am morphing my husband with
Page subconsciously. When I first met my
husband, knowing his mom was once a hippie
chick, I thought he could be one of Page's
offspring. But, after meeting his father,
I knew that without a doubt, he came from
him. Talk about dark.... This man literally
was born in Transylvania, and his last
name is Turkish for "Bringer of Light"
otherwise known as "Lucifer." Then my
husband liked to boast that his name,
Damon, completed the deal, but, he claimed
he was "only 555."

How did I manage to fall in love with someone
so completely opposite to myself? At least
John was spiritual and Christ-minded. I still
dearly love John, and will love him for 10,000
years, even if we haven't been together
for what seems like forever. He stopped
calling me. I think he's got a girlfriend,
or still has his 19 year old girlfriend.
Oh well. I can't blame him. How long can
he hold that torch?

I still love Damon too, in my own way. I
never understood how people end up hating
another. How can you love someone and
then ever hate them? Love is forever. It's
too precious to turn into hatred.

He's about to become a father for the first time
in a few weeks. I am genuinely happy for him,
but, I feel guilty for not being able to get pregnant
when he wanted a kid so badly. I remember when
we were trying to get pregnant, and it
fills me with stabbing pain thinking of the names
we chose, and the plans we had. But, how
did I expect to raise a child with someone
who would never let his kid be baptised
or learn about Jesus?

Why did I marry Damon? Did I think I could
have a life with someone like him? What is
it about darkness that attracts fools like me?
I swear this guy used to become demonically
possessed. He could be incredibly cruel, violent
and abusive. His sweet face would become a mask of
hideousness and demonic energy would fill the
world. We didn't stand a chance.

But, ten years after our divorce, those images
are remote. All I can picture is seeing him in the park
as an artistic and sensitive 19 year old, curly
hair full of highlights from the sun, the sun
in his dark eyes, his acoustic guitar strapped
across his back, talking to the squirrels,
coaxing them with a peanut. He had the
most wonderful smile that brightened all
gloom. I loved him so much.

I've never met a man with more animal
magnetism. He could be so sweet. He ran
an animal shelter, and used to bring me
home a myriad of creatures to nurture,
from white doves found in the snow
to tame goats. I loved hiking with him
in the many trails and nature reserves
he took me too. He said that these were
his churches, and on this, I felt in
agreement. What better place to worship
the Creator than in the most beautiful
spots of natural beauty. We loved
the Blue Ridge Mountains. Once, he
ran after a bear hit by a car. He couldn't
care less about his own safety until
he knew the bear was okay.

We had a house full of cats and dogs,
birds and sometimes lizards and other
exotic critters. He'd awaken me with tiny
frogs hidden in his hand, or make me get
dressed to see a snake in our garden.

Why don't I dream of him, instead of Jimmy
Page? Maybe because there are too many
bruises in my soul from the bruises on my
body long healed. Jimmy Page is idealized
and someone safe. Jimmy Page doesn't
care about me, and doesn't hate me.

I hope Damon doesn't hate me. Does
he remember the good things and good
times, or only the bruises in his soul?
Most of all, I pray that my foolishness
didn't kill the beauty of Jesus Christ in
his soul.

Hey Kay is on her way

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I just came home from an early morning
mission: getting hurricane supplies before
the usual madness ensues. Even at 7a.m.
there was a rush on the stores. But, I
perservered in the intense tropical heat
and humidity, filled my tank, got water
and now feel less anxious.

The worst part of hurricanes, beside the
fear of the roof ripping off and death, is
the plunge into darkness and absence
of electricity.

The best part of hurricanes is the food.
I've gotten hurricane food down to a
science. The first essential foods, next
to freezing a whole lot of water, are
Doritos and chocolate. Trust me, these
are life-sustaining. They keep the soul
alive during those hours of darkness
and listening to the hurricane shutters
strain and clang, and the wind howling,
with a crackling battery radio tuned to
a local station where people are calling
in to say they're in a dark closet because
their roof just flew away.....

I actaully like to go outside during the
late band and early category stages. It's
so cool. The air is alive with thousands
and thousands of tiny jets of supercharged
ionic air, smelling of the deep ocean, even
of their origins in Africa. The streams all
go in different directions and there's an
energy in the wind.

Wind, breath and spirit are all the same
word in Hebrew: Ruwach. It is one of my
favorite Hebrew words. For that reason,
this ultimate wind always feels holy,
even in its' destruction... maybe because
of it.

In the Bible, Four Angels are given dominion
over the Four Winds. During a hurricane, with
the intense multi-directional blasts of wind,
I feel their power and awe.

The 'whirlwind' is a metaphor for the Lord's
anger. In the perfect balance of things, the
Lord's great mercy and love, His creativity
is matched by His anger and destruction.
For this reason, it is a spiritual event.

When confronted by the fierceness of nature,
we realize how small and weak we really are.
It is during these moments when we have
no greater strength than to reach for God.

The last brush with a hurricane was
the horribly destructive Hurricane Wilma, in 2005.
which caused almost as much destruction
as Katrina, only for some reason the media
under-reported the calamity since it involved
South Florida, not a heavily African-American
area, I think. It was something that South
Floridians had a hard time understanding.
Meanwhile, New Orleans got all the help
and we were destroyed and ignored.

Although the gov't hurricane center reported
it as a Category 2, it couldn't have been since
it shredded our 150mph proof shutters,
like they were made of aluminum foil.

Their explanation was that it spawned
tornadoes, and if that was the case, it
destroyed far more than Katrina did, and
at a higher dollar amount, too. The media
is really controlled all the way.

My hurricane windows, meant to sustain
150mph winds literally strained against
the fury. In my bedroom, I have a wall
of windows, practically to the floor. One
of the windows imploded in, and I threw
my body against it to keep it from flying
in, because then the storm would have
ripped the ceiling off. As I was standing
there, I watched my neighbor's roofs
tearing off in long whole pieces.

I watched palm trees bend to the ground.
I never understood why palms were blessed.
When Jesus rode into Jerusalem, they strewed
palm leaves in the path. When I saw these
huge majestic trees bend completely over,
without breaking, I knew what it was all
about. Grace. Simple grace.

Meanwhile, my dad was screaming for me
to get away from the window before I got
killed, and I started to pray to Jesus for
an angel to hold the window in place.
At that moment, the window was miraculously
snapped into it's frame again, which really
was a stupendous mystical event since the
window had snapped the locks.

I fell on the ground, like a palm tree, thanking
God, and my dad thanked Jesus too. For years
he has been telling people about the way
Jesus saved us.

The next day, our neighbors on both sides, had
lost their roofs and their apartments had to be
gutted. The devastation was unbelievable.
Only our condo sustained little damage, other
than the patio. Even with the hurricane shutters
shredded, and screens long gone, the grace of
God sustained us.

I believe that's why we go through these trials
and tribulations. It's only then when the Lord
can manifest His arm. It's only then when we
are utterly dependent on His mercy and grace,
and it's an awesome blessing to see how
faithful he is.

I love the smell of the incoming bands, the
ozone-y scented oceanic jets of air. Some of
the little jets are warm, some are cool, and
all go in a million different directions.

I pray that the Lord will again keep and sustain
us, as well as our neighbors and all of South
Florida through Fay. God knows the media
doesn't care if Florida is destroyed. We could
be nuked, and it would be buried beneath
news of Brittney Spears and Obama Superstar.

What a world. Thanks to God a new world is
coming.

Gog and Magog

For centuries, the question of Gog and Magog,
represented in Ezekiel has been debated. Many
scholarly reasonable queries have been posed,
and there is certainly room for latitude of layers
of interpretation.

However, as we rapidly approach it's eschatological fulfillment,
I feel strongly compelled to narrow down the interpretation.
If we don't do it now, when will we?

I have always had a strong leaning towards Gog and
Magog referring to the allied forces of Russia
and Central Asia in conjunction with other enemies of
Israel to the North, as mentioned, which include Iran (Persia),
Syria, and Iraq.

the Qaran and other texts imply that Magog is the area in
the Caucasus mountains which includes the regions of
Azerbaijan, Georgia, Armenia and the North Caucasian
republics of the Russian Federation.


Magog

Caucasus region

there are many scholarly articles on the
armies of Gog and Magog, as well as interpretation
of Rosh being Russia. Here's a decent one:

The Coming War of Gog and Magog

Ezekiel 38 through 39 tells of a future invasion of Israel by
a vast coalition of nations that surround it. As we read the
headlines in the newspapers of today, and witness the conflict
in the Middle East, it's not hard to imagine that this invasion
prophesied over 2600 years ago, could be fulfilled in our lifetime.

Ezekiel 36-37 predicts a gathering of the Jews to the nation of
Israel, which will be followed by this massive invasion.

For 19 centuries the Jewish people were scattered throughout
the world, and until May 14, 1948 there was no nation of Israel
to invade. With the nation of Israel now a reality, the stage seems
set for the war that will usher in the tribulation and the rise of the

Antichrist; a war that will end with the destruction of Israel's enemies
by God Himself, and lead to the signing of a peace treaty with the
Antichrist.

As you read Ezekiel 38 and 39, it isn't just the creation of the
nation of Israel that makes this prophecy seem likely to be
fulfilled in the near future. The nations that God tells us will form
this coalition against Israel seem more likely now than perhaps ever
before to form just such an alliance. To understand the prophecies
of Ezekiel about this future invasion, it's important to understand
who the players will be.

There are many theories as to who will join in this future invasion
of Israel. Before going through a list of the individual nations,
I'll list some of the more common theories you'll hear when studying
the prophecies from Ezekiel 38.

Ezekiel 38:1-6 The word of the Lord came to me; Son of

man, set your face against Gog, of the land of Magog, the

chief prince of Meshech and Tubal; prophesy against him

and say: 'This is what the Sovereign Lord says: I am

against you, O Gog, chief prince of Meshech and Tubal.

I will turn you around, put hooks in your jaws and bring

you out with your whole army - your horsemen fully armed,

and a great horde with large and small shields, all of them

brandishing their swords. Persia, Cush and Put will be with

them, all with shields and helmets, also Gomer with all its

troops, and Beth Togarmah from the far north with all its

troops - the many nations with you.'

contd on link

Another really excellent article on Sheba and Dedan,

referred to in Ez. 38 is here:

The Mystery of Sheba and Dedan

By: Gary Stearman

(Of Prophecy in the News)

With the conflict in Georgia, and Russia supplying arms
and material support to most of the enemies of democratic
governments, particularly Israel, it is evident to me that
things are coming down quickly. We can't afford the
luxury in postponing hearing the trumpets blasting!

We need to stop everything, and this is the time to
put all our worldly cares on hold to observe the huge
events in our world that are heralding the coming of
Christ, and the coming world tribulation.

Eze 38:1	And the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
Eze 38:2	Son of man, set thy face against Gog, the land of Magog, the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal, and prophesy against him,
Eze 38:3	And say, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I [am] against thee, O Gog, the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal:
Eze 38:4	And I will turn thee back, and put hooks into thy jaws, and I will bring thee forth, and all thine army, horses and horsemen, all of them clothed with all sorts [of armour, even] a great company [with] bucklers and shields, all of them handling swords:
Eze 38:5	Persia, Ethiopia, and Libya with them; all of them with shield and helmet:
Eze 38:6	Gomer, and all his bands; the house of Togarmah of the north quarters, and all his bands: [and] many people with thee.
Eze 38:7	Be thou prepared, and prepare for thyself, thou, and all thy company that are assembled unto thee, and be thou a guard unto them.
Eze 38:8	After many days thou shalt be visited: in the latter years thou shalt come into the land [that is] brought back from the sword, [and is] gathered out of many people, against the mountains of Israel, which have been always waste: but it is brought forth out of the nations, and they shall dwell safely all of them.
Eze 38:9	Thou shalt ascend and come like a storm, thou shalt be like a cloud to cover the land, thou, and all thy bands, and many people with thee.
Eze 38:10	Thus saith the Lord GOD; It shall also come to pass, [that] at the same time shall things come into thy mind, and thou shalt think an evil thought:
Eze 38:11	And thou shalt say, I will go up to the land of unwalled villages; I will go to them that are at rest, that dwell safely, all of them dwelling without walls, and having neither bars nor gates,
Eze 38:12	To take a spoil, and to take a prey; to turn thine hand upon the desolate places [that are now] inhabited, and upon the people [that are] gathered out of the nations, which have gotten cattle and goods, that dwell in the midst of the land.
Eze 38:13	Sheba, and Dedan, and the merchants of Tarshish, with all the young lions thereof, shall say unto thee, Art thou come to take a spoil? hast thou gathered thy company to take a prey? to carry away silver and gold, to take away cattle and goods, to take a great spoil?
Eze 38:14	Therefore, son of man, prophesy and say unto Gog, Thus saith the Lord GOD; In that day when my people of Israel dwelleth safely, shalt thou not know [it]?
Eze 38:15	And thou shalt come from thy place out of the north parts, thou, and many people with thee, all of them riding upon horses, a great company, and a mighty army:
Eze 38:16	And thou shalt come up against my people of Israel, as a cloud to cover the land; it shall be in the latter days, and I will bring thee against my land, that the heathen may know me, when I shall be sanctified in thee, O Gog, before their eyes.
Eze 38:17	Thus saith the Lord GOD; [Art] thou he of whom I have spoken in old time by my servants the prophets of Israel, which prophesied in those days [many] years that I would bring thee against them?
Eze 38:18	And it shall come to pass at the same time when Gog shall come against the land of Israel, saith the Lord GOD, [that] my fury shall come up in my face.
Eze 38:19	For in my jealousy [and] in the fire of my wrath have I spoken, Surely in that day there shall be a great shaking in the land of Israel;
Eze 38:20	So that the fishes of the sea, and the fowls of the heaven, and the beasts of the field, and all creeping things that creep upon the earth, and all the men that [are] upon the face of the earth, shall shake at my presence, and the mountains shall be thrown down, and the steep places shall fall, and every wall shall fall to the ground.
Eze 38:21	And I will call for a sword against him throughout all my mountains, saith the Lord GOD: every man's sword shall be against his brother.
Eze 38:22	And I will plead against him with pestilence and with blood; and I will rain upon him, and upon his bands, and upon the many people that [are] with him, an overflowing rain, and great hailstones, fire, and brimstone.
Eze 38:23	Thus will I magnify myself, and sanctify myself; and I will be known in the eyes of many nations, and they shall know that I [am] the LORD.

Eze 39:1	Therefore, thou son of man, prophesy against Gog, and say, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I [am] against thee, O Gog, the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal:
Eze 39:2	And I will turn thee back, and leave but the sixth part of thee, and will cause thee to come up from the north parts, and will bring thee upon the mountains of Israel:
Eze 39:3	And I will smite thy bow out of thy left hand, and will cause thine arrows to fall out of thy right hand.
Eze 39:4	Thou shalt fall upon the mountains of Israel, thou, and all thy bands, and the people that [is] with thee: I will give thee unto the ravenous birds of every sort, and [to] the beasts of the field to be devoured.
Eze 39:5	Thou shalt fall upon the open field: for I have spoken [it], saith the Lord GOD.
Eze 39:6	And I will send a fire on Magog, and among them that dwell carelessly in the isles: and they shall know that I [am] the LORD.
Eze 39:7	So will I make my holy name known in the midst of my people Israel; and I will not [let them] pollute my holy name any more: and the heathen shall know that I [am] the LORD, the Holy One in Israel.
Eze 39:8	Behold, it is come, and it is done, saith the Lord GOD; this [is] the day whereof I have spoken.
Eze 39:9	And they that dwell in the cities of Israel shall go forth, and shall set on fire and burn the weapons, both the shields and the bucklers, the bows and the arrows, and the handstaves, and the spears, and they shall burn them with fire seven years:
Eze 39:10	So that they shall take no wood out of the field, neither cut down [any] out of the forests; for they shall burn the weapons with fire: and they shall spoil those that spoiled them, and rob those that robbed them, saith the Lord GOD.
Eze 39:11	And it shall come to pass in that day, [that] I will give unto Gog a place there of graves in Israel, the valley of the passengers on the east of the sea: and it shall stop the [noses] of the passengers: and there shall they bury Gog and all his multitude: and they shal l call [it] The valley of Hamongog.
Eze 39:12	And seven months shall the house of Israel be burying of them, that they may cleanse the land.
Eze 39:13	Yea, all the people of the land shall bury [them]; and it shall be to them a renown the day that I shall be glorified, saith the Lord GOD.
Eze 39:14	And they shall sever out men of continual employment, passing through the land to bury with the passengers those that remain upon the face of the earth, to cleanse it: after the end of seven months shall they search.
Eze 39:15	And the passengers [that] pass through the land, when [any] seeth a man's bone, then shall he set up a sign by it, till the buriers have buried it in the valley of Hamongog.
Eze 39:16	And also the name of the city [shall be] Hamonah. Thus shall they cleanse the land.
Eze 39:17	And, thou son of man, thus saith the Lord GOD; Speak unto every feathered fowl, and to every beast of the field, Assemble yourselves, and come; gather yourselves on every side to my sacrifice that I do sacrifice for you, [even] a great sacrifice upon the mountains of Israel, that ye may eat flesh, and drink blood.
Eze 39:18	Ye shall eat the flesh of the mighty, and drink the blood of the princes of the earth, of rams, of lambs, and of goats, of bullocks, all of them fatlings of Bashan.
Eze 39:19	And ye shall eat fat till ye be full, and drink blood till ye be drunken, of my sacrifice which I have sacrificed for you.
Eze 39:20	Thus ye shall be filled at my table with horses and chariots, with mighty men, and with all men of war, saith the Lord GOD.
Eze 39:21	And I will set my glory among the heathen, and all the heathen shall see my judgment that I have executed, and my hand that I have laid upon them.
Eze 39:22	So the house of Israel shall know that I [am] the LORD their God from that day and forward.
Eze 39:23	And the heathen shall know that the house of Israel went into captivity for their iniquity: because they trespassed against me, therefore hid I my face from them, and gave them into the hand of their enemies: so fell they all by the sword.
Eze 39:24	According to their uncleanness and according to their transgressions have I done unto them, and hid my face from them.
Eze 39:25	Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Now will I bring again the captivity of Jacob, and have mercy upon the whole house of Israel, and will be jealous for my holy name;
Eze 39:26	After that they have borne their shame, and all their trespasses whereby they have trespassed against me, when they dwelt safely in their land, and none made [them] afraid.
Eze 39:27	When I have brought them again from the people, and gathered them out of their enemies' lands, and am sanctified in them in the sight of many nations;
Eze 39:28	Then shall they know that I [am] the LORD their God, which caused them to be led into captivity among the heathen: but I have gathered them unto their own land, and have left none of them any more there.
Eze 39:29	Neither will I hide my face any more from them: for I have poured out my spirit upon the house of Israel, saith the Lord GOD.

REJOICE JERUSALEM! YOUR REDEMPION IS NEAR!
MESSIAH COMES! Jesus Christ, son of David, son of God,
Returns as HE promised.

Liberation theologists and the newest cool war

The new Cold War in Russia has reconstituted
many people's anxiety. In my family, it has
revitalized their interest in our roots.

My mom was a mid-life baby, the seventh of
seven, and I was her mid-life baby. I mention
this because it puts me a generation behind
my closest first cousins, and my grandfather
could have been my great-grandfather
chronologically. Not that I'm a Spring chicken,
but, he was nearly my age 100 years ago!

My cousin Natalie was one of my cousins
who met my grandfather. I came along
after his passing. The entire family uses
me as their historical researcher. 20 years
ago I discovered some of our families secrets,
which no one believed at the time. My mom
was particularly resistant to the news
that her family, including father, were
top pier Communists.

In the 1990s, an archive of hidden Stalinist
material was discovered, and subsequently
analyzed, and then translated slowly. Information
appears every year in new forms, from
history books to articles from this source.
Also, the MI5 (British Secret Service) has
opened up archives from 75 years before
and my grandfather's past has found it's
way into new books.

Natalie knew my grandfather as an elderly
Jewish man who was the cantor of a
synagogue in California. It was difficult for
her to hear how he was a man who had
close contact with Joseph Stalin, even after
he established himself as an American
in the 1920s. As Antisemitic as Stalin was,
nevertheless, he relied on my grandfather
for "special assignments" from time to
time. In the mid-1920s, he was brought
back to the USSR to monitor a train full
of rich American Communist sympathizers,
the likes of whom had helped to finance
the Revolution.

My grandfather was used prior to this by
both the British and Russians as a spy.
He's so double-nought, that to this day,
no one knows whose side he was on.
His partner in crime was the infamous
spy Sidney Reilly, who along with Bruce
Lockhart, was supposed to be the
inspiration for James Bond. My grandfather
knew Ian Fleming, and associated with
other fascinating men of the early 20th
Century, including HG Wells, Mark twain,
and Aleistair Crowley.

It's funny to hear my cousin Natalie describe
him in the affectionate way any old Jewish zayda
(grandpa) would be perceived. She and her
husband wanted to know more about the
secret life he had, and these days, they
are simply amazed, but, not dubious as
in the past. It took my family 20 years
to accept my research, and now they
are all hooked! It's gratifying that they
now believe me. Having documentation
via the Internet is the miracle that enabled
this to happen.

It's quite a legacy. In my mother's lifetime,
the stigma and fear of Communist Russia
was too overwhelming to speak of in a
familiar way. She could never say that
her Uncle was considered the "Red Czar"
who ordered the execution of the Romanovs
on the advice of his mentor, Lenin. He was
part of the triumvirate of Lenin and Stalin
in the first government. He died at 33. and
Lenin died 4 years later, allowing Stalin to
walk into power. the Beast began.

My mom never knew that her father came to this
country, not to escape persecution in Russia,
but, to raise funds for the Revolution, from
the glittering millionaire Socialists in the West who
opened up their checkbooks and hearts
to them. It reminds me of today's movie
stars and rock stars who live decadently
lavish lives, but, desire world socialism
for the rest of humanity.

My grandfather's raison d'etre it seemed
was to serve the cause of World Communism,
and his settlement in the USA was geared by his
mission to start cells in California. He ran like
Hell when the Red Scare of the 1950s began.
He had reason to run. Ethel and Julius Rosenberg
were executed, and he found religion.

Unlike the Rosenberg's grandchildren, I don't
pretend that my grandfather was innocent.
He was part of the great world plan to enslave
the population of citizens of Earth into the
one-world web of Communism, eliminating
religion, and killing Christians and Christianity.

Whenever historical revisionists try to mock
Eugene McCarthy, I mock them, knowing how real
the possibilities of America falling were, especially
with so many sympathizers in high places,
particularly in Hollywood and the media.

the threat of Marxist imperialism, and destruction
of Christianity through anti-dialectical materialism
and socialist humanism is even greater today than
in the 1950s!

Our next President is most likely Obama Hussein.
He came from a "church" (ha!) which preaches
radical social remedies through what they
call "Liberation theology" an euphemism for
Marxist revolutionary dogma.

It's taken a century, but, my ancestors' dream of
world communism isn't that far off the mark. Europe
has already fallen, along with most of Africa and Asia.
Many of these places may still utilize the word "democratic"
to depict their governments, but, nothing could be farther
than the truth.

the immutable truth is that the agenda of
the ages has been to create a worldwide
State of utmost universal submission, in order
to challenge God. Men, in their finite understanding
may believe they are "enlightened" and evolved,
changing the truth into a lie, making "humanism"
their creed, as if that is worthy of God's admiration.
What they are doing is blindly obeying the one with the mark,
the one who told Eve, "You can be like God."

that's what it is all about from the beginning to our
mortal end... this fall... this struggle... .

We've never been closer to doom, and paired with
the paradox, with salvation, in my opinion,
and I believe Obama is a great start in
the final prophecy.

*(my capital function isn't working for
"t"... hmmm.... need to clean my keys!)

the sight of Obama winning over the hearts
and souls of so many is inspiring to me.

I feel like I'm in Nazi Germany watching the
roar of the crowds cheering Adolph Hitler,
promising them pie in the sky. I know I joke
about Al Gore being the False Prophet, but,
I am beginning to stop thinking that this
is a joke.

It is really happening.

Is McCain any better? I saw him embrace
the Dali Lama like he was Jesus, so, I doubt
that we're given much of a chance, either way.
I'd feel like we have another decade if McCain
by some grace became our next President, but,
the way the media has designed it, it seems
fairly obvious what is happening.

We're all in the dark.

the media masters, all those powerful ones:
the clubbies -the Bohemia Club, Club of Rome,
Skull and Bonesies, Bilderberger buddies, and the
like, and their ilk, who control our world's information,
most of the governments and the powers of the
airwaves...

When speaking of the Antichrist, the Apostle Paul
describes him as the prince of the air....

"

Eph 2:2

Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:

Eph 2:3

Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others.

Eph 2:4

But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,

Eph 2:5

Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;)

Eph 2:6

And hath raised [us] up together, and made [us] sit together in heavenly [places] in Christ Jesus:

Eph 2:7

That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in [his] kindness toward us through Christ Jesus.

Eph 2:8

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the gift of God:

Eph 2:9

Not of works, lest any man should boast.

Eph 2:10

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

I love Ephesians 2! It vividly contrasts the life we live in the
flesh as being death, and the death to the carnal will as life
eternal, with hope of adoption as children of God through
the blood of Jesus Christ who is our propitiation .

It depicts God's great mercy towards us blind, deaf and
hopelessly helpless creatures, being led about by the
Prince of the air, the cruel perverse vanquished cherub
who has held our world hostage for six centuries.


As for politicians, politics and the kings of
the Earth right now, it is a pitiful sight.
Only the most narcissistic, corrupt and
wealthy are in a position to seek power.
All of them seem cut from the same rotten
cloth at times. Maybe I'm way too paranoid,
or cynical, but, look at John Edwards.
Before his ignominy and disgrace, this country
almost gave John Edwards the chance to
rule, or be second banana. Who knows what
secrets Obama has to hide, but, his close
relationship with George cLOONEY is one key
to his real nature, (in my opinion.) What is
Obama doing in such company? Scarlet
Johanson follows him around, like his own
personal Scarlet woman, boasting about
having his babies, and rock stars preach
to vulnerable ears, telling them what to
think and how to fall blindly into the pit.

Good is bad and bitter is sweet. Humanism
is the gospel of humanity competing for
acceptance with the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
On the surface, doing good works is what
God expects of us, but, without the Spirit
of God, humanism is a vain attempt to
justify man over God's instructions.

Even our salvation and faith is a product
of God's grace alone, not anything that we
have done that is great. that's not to say that
we're not given love or destined to receive
crowns, but, if we are loved, and if we do
become brethren of Christ, adopted as
children of God, standing just beneath the
towering angels, it's because God created
mankind for this purpose out of His great
love.

One day we'll know these things, but, for
now, we can see the worldly doom looming,
and word for word prophecies coming true.
We can see the beast, read about the
atrocities and recognize the demonic forces
enough to long for reconciliation with God.

I know that it wasn't natural for me to
worship Jesus Christ, although I longed
for Him. I had to pray for faith. I wanted
to believe in Him, but, struggled. I feel that
anyone who wants to know Him, needs to
ask for themselves. As Christ said, "Ask
and ye shall receive... seek and ye shall
find..."

that message originates with asking for the
gift of faith to believe. I hope that if anyone
reads my rantings and ravings, my musings
and my words, will know that above all,
they can receive the mark of God simply
by asking to receive the faith, the eyeglasses
to see Christ the Divine. We are given that
gift by God. I am far from justified in boasting
my Christianity makes me a better person.
It is God who has forgiven me for my many
sins, and saved me from my unbelief and
damnation. Please, whoever reads my words,
if you are laughing at me, know that I am
not God, nor is any evangelist. We are
merely rescued, still vulnerable and flawed.
I think too many Christians forget that they
were lost.

omg, soooo off topic, but, hey, it's my blog.

Getting back to George cLOONEY, I honestly think
cLOONEY is a traitor, like my grandfather's patrons
in America were. 100 years ago, they bestowed
much wealth into Russia before the Revolution,
and for some reason desired an end to personal freedom,
as we understand it in the West. For some reason, they are
convinced that the masses deserve nothing
but bare poverty and miserable lives, while they
feel entitled to revel in extreme wealth and double standards.

cLOONEY is now making a movie to glamorize Bin Laden's
driver, who was recently convicted in Guantanamo.
It is reported that he speaks to Obama Hussein many
times a week, and they text each other like two Middle
School girls.) Interesting choice of friends and followers
Obama Hussein has collected.

Anyway, back to my family, who were no better,
I know that there are enemies to our way of life,
freedom to worship God in Christ, and have a
chance at fulfilling God's purpose for us.

I feel it's ironic that I'm the antithesis of what my family
100 years ago wanted for the future. When they
were willing to die for the cause of eradicating
religion, I was raised like any other Jewish princess,
and became a Jesus freak in a land where we can
do this. I was not their image of the world of
the future... ("Imagine there's no heaven, it's
easy if you try...")

Funny about Lennon/Lenin. "Back in the USSR."
Synchronicity. I actually met Lennon, the Beatle,
and he was pretty darn nice, but, how his
words and music were used by the same
machine to groom his generation into raising
their own kids with this liberation theology
of hating Christianity and individual freedom.

It scares me to think of how so many will fall into
the pit, believing they are great humanists, when
they have actually been recruited by the demon.
I think John may have been recognizing this
reality, and it's tragic that he died so young.

IF only he was allowed to embrace God, he really
could have been the Saint John of the last generation,
not the Saint *Jude*-(Judas).

It reminds me of some former Al Qaida operatives,
who came to their senses when seeing truckloads
of young adolescent kids in bloodied white robes
warning the incoming that they were being used
for canon fodder by the terror network. More
Muslims have been slaughtered in the Jihad
than whom they call "infidels."

Like sheep to the slaughter....

My family's reward for being Bolsheviks and
red diaper babies, was that those who remained
in the USSR were eventually murdered by Stalin,
or became so corrupted, that they were just as evil
and psychotic.

Alexander Solzhenitsn just passed away ironically.
He wasn't fond of my family. He described
them all as bloodthirsty maniacs. It seems like
they were part of the origin of his hatred of Jews,
and from his perspective, who could argue?

Stalin was the worst mass murderer of the ages.
Hitler and Mussolini were amateurs compared to
his blood lust. He committed genocide against his
own people for God's sake! What insanity occurred
70 years ago is not unique.

I think it is a sign of what the final bloodbath and holocaust
is going to be like. Already in Africa, and throughout
Asia, Christians have been slaughtered for the
past 2 decades. We don't hear much about it,
since the media is controlled.

While those in the corrupt MSM obsess and exalt useless
and totally perverse individuals like Amy Winehouse
and Lindsay Lohan, the suffering of millions of people
is barely noticed and seldom reported.

Billions of women are enslaved in oppressive theocratic
and autocratic dictatorships, forced into living lives
of complete subjugation without any advocates
screaming for their liberation in the West. Instead,
Hollywood collects money to send their oppressors,
in the guise of feeding the poor.

think of how much money would have been given
to the Concentration Camps in Nazi Germany had
the nincompoops in Hollywood sought to raise
money to feed them? It would have been used
to buy more bullets and bombs then, and this
is where the West's money is going and it's why
the beast is growing exponentially.

Wholesale genocide is occurring in Africa,
and women have no advocates from the
politically correct West. If they're not being
led about in suffocating shrouds of black,
they're tortured, humiliated, murdered
and deprived of all civil rights.

this is the middle of the final chapter.
Last Act.


It's all predestined, and by witnessing these
events today, and understanding about the
20th Century, I have no anxiety about seeing Obama/
cLOONEY, or despair seeing the sour pitbull face
of Michelle Obama, our next First Lady. How
sad however that we would actually be so fallen
that we would empower a woman who boasts
about hating America and having no pride in
our nation.

I wonder how she can be ashamed of being
American, as a publicly funded Harvard graduate
who graduated Law School and was allowed
up the ladder of corporate America? Even though
she epitomized the American Dream, and became
quite wealthy, she never paid back those loans.
Screw the American government, and she
laughs today. Our Manchurian candidate's
little wife, our First Lady to be!

I wonder how she'd like to imagine her life
as a woman in Rwanda or the Congo, where
women are less esteemed than mud? I
wonder if those who are blindly enthralled
by the good speech maker(reader) Obama
can picture what their lives will be like
in four years? Without a strong military
and strength, we are heading for war.
Our enemies are licking their chops knowing
the hawks are dead, and the lame duck
president will please the far left by
socializing the country, like England
and most of Europe.

It's the last days for America, like England and
Europe, which have been swallowed by the beast. I
urge no one to empower the beast by fearing
it. We have nothing to fear if the LORD is in
our hearts. No one can separate us from
the freedom of our faith. Our life is in
Christ's resurrection and promise to return.

to LIVE is Christ and to DIE is Gain.

the LORD'S PRAYER utters the hope of all
our faith, and it's important to every day
remember the words in literal meaning, not
just as a mindless recitation.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed
by thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy
Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven."

Our desire is towards the Lord coming down,
and that will happen when the atrocity is
in full force. We see this coming closer
and therefore, we have more hope than fear.

I know why it's ironic that while my ancestors
wanted to make this world a place without
religion or personal liberty, that 100 years
later, I am a Christian and free-thinking
American. It's because the Lord is stronger than
the forces of man, and his governments,
conspiracies, and plans for demonic rebellion
against the divine.

I acknowledge that those 100 years ago
tapped into something that was powerful.
I can't even describe what they unleashed.
I think that even Aleistair Crowley may have
opened some doors, as well, but, nothing
has the power to dispel the Lord's Plan,
or disturb the Day of the LORD which is
quickly arriving.

As Obama causes people to abandon
their reasoning, and swoon, like he's a
matinee idol and rock star, there is another
who I feel coming near, whose brightness
surpasses the sun, whose beauty is
unspeakably glorious. Whose righteousness
is infinite. Whose mercy is from God and
Whose NAME we will learn when he arrives.

Every eye will see His return, and obama
will not look very good in the end. there's
nothing to fear unless you hate Christ.

Anyway, end of sermon. End of rant. Strange sermon.
Strange days. I'll edit later....

The dream

I dreamt of the missiles last night, and
the stark realness of seeing the large
shiney rocket crossing the sky is jarring.
I have had this dream since I was a small
kid, and it always ends seeing the missile
up close as it soars low in the sky...

I realize I am seeing some reminder of
what is to come. There's no way that
nuclear holocaust won't be the result of
this world's sin and intolerance.

My only solace is that there are a few
years left. I think it will be in in, or
after 2012 when the Lord returns.
I don't know what people who don't
have hope in Christ do when seeing
the signs of the end coming.

I wish everyone would have faith
and if that were possible, then,
the bombs wouldn't come.

Open eyes

My brother and nephew were in Ft. Lauderdale,
and had dinner with us last night. He brought
up the night we saw the star and UFOs.

He was only 13 when we saw the impossibly
radiant star, whose spires reached to the ground
and then seemed to burst, followed by the
zig-zagging and swirling UFOs, as I described
last week.

Out of the blue, he brought it up. He remembered
every detail, which surprised me because
he was so young. Then again, I remember
every detail of my first UFO experience and
I was only 11. We both said the same thing
at the same time, referring to the couple
who was jogging with their dogs and looked
up but didn't seem to care! In front of their
eyes, a miracle was occurring, but, their
concern was keeping their heartrates in
the aerobic zone.

He's a psychologist-in-training now, and
it was wonderful to see how open-minded
he is, and he acknowledged the synchronicity
in all it's aspects. He said, "look at the way
we both mentioned the joggers at the same
time."

My brother sat there scowling. I could
hear his thoughts, thinking that the three
of us, dad, Drew and i, were mistaken,
and if he didn't see it with his own eyes
then it didn't happen. I honestly think that
even if he did see it with his own eyes,
he would refuse to see it, just like the
joggers who looked up and then were
more concerned about their darn
workout than the miracle happening
in the heavens.

My brother didn't see it because he was
in Seattle at the time, dying of Acute
Myologenous Leukemia. He was in
the ICU room that Carl Sagan had
just passed away in which was very
eerie. It was a very strange period in
our lives. My dad and I were staying
with my nephew in Austin at the time,
and it seemed like our lives were out
of control, in the hands of God, and
we prayed for mercy.

My brother received that mercy, and
against all odds (he was a 5 percent
chance of living five years...) and still
he won't acknowledge God.

It goes to show how many are born with
eyes, and a spiritual essence, but, live to
please the flesh alone, not caring about
anything beyond their own pulse.

My dad's UFO experience with what I call the
"Cherubims in formation" was similar.

He watched a miraculous formation
of celestial lights perform by going in a four
way spiral and then back together again
to form one huge radiant light. He knocked on
his neighbor's door to witness it. The man was
a mathmetician, a real scientist,but, just dismissed
it without much concern. He was hosting a card
party, and had other things to do.
He observed it, then dismissed it saying,
"Maybe they're opening up a supermarket!"

It infuriated dad, and infuriates him to this
day, because he was in the military and knew
that searchlights come from a source on the
ground. The orbs he saw were intrinsically
illuminated.

It is almost like many are born with a second
sight, as well as so many who are
spiritually blind to anything beyond pleasing
and possessing their own withering flesh.

None of us knows for a certainty what happens
after we die. Yet, what creates seekers and
distinguishes them from those who simply
don't care, don't believe in God, and are
content to be like the flower in the field,
to blossom for a minute and then be absorbed
back into the protoplasm of existence?

I'm not putting people like this down, because,
I have no way of knowing why my life is
defined by my passion to know God in Jesus
Christ. There is barely anything that matters
more than my love of Jesus Christ. I adore
my jewelry and spend 10 hours a day or
more doing my craft. It seems incongruous
with such a non-material obsession as
seeking God. Even in my gems, I see
God. I think of the Seventh Heaven which
is cryptically defined in Ezekiel as a place
which is decorated with precious gems
that are self-illuminated with indwelling
firey light. "Stones of fire." I think of the
gates of the Kingdom, each made of
pearls and adorned with every precious
stone. I think of the streets paved with
gold that is so pure that it is clear like
diamonds. I reflect on God who created
these treasures, and their beauty. In
EVERYTHING there is a witness of
God the Creator.

Last night, my nephew, dad and I were
discussing the crop circles and fractals.
I consider fractals as the "Fingerprint
of God" since they possess the esoteric
DNA to creation, expressed in mathmatical
rhythms repeated from the tiniest cell
to throughout the galaxies of heaven in
the macrocosmic sea. The limitless
wonder and beauty is a witness to
God, himself. Of course my brother
said that most are hoaxes and man-made,
and sure we know that! But, there
are too many that are miraculous.
They cannot be defined as man-made
because they possess electo-magnetic
energy, and are too complicated for
any known technology, as well as
the time-constraints needed to
produce them. They exist in
a paradox, with messages that
are clear. There is something going
on... We don't know if they're
purely extraterrestrial, angelic,
or demonic, but, it still has a
big question mark that demands
our attention. We don't know a
thing when considering the mysteries
of God.

How can anyone not praise God?
How can anyone be less than passionate
when observing the oceans and skies,
the flowers and birds, the stripes on
a tiger, the neck of a giraffe, the
neon colors of a fish, and the species
of each part of creation?

Yet, there are many who are afraid to
let go of themselves to engage in a
free-fall of personal will, and allow
themselves to fall into the hand of God.
It must be dreadful to have no vision,
no eyes to see Him. It must be terrifying
when they are sick, or falling asleep,
not to have the knowledge of His grace.
What is more, what makes any blaspheme
His name, and live disreputable lives,
without ever caring about anything more
than pleasing the flesh? What makes some
treat other creatures with cruelty,
even killing, or hurting with deliberation?

I almost feel like I am not a part of the
race of people around me any more.
I don't understand it. I really don't.
Pornography is evil, yet, a huge culture
exists to distract humans into falling into
this net. I guess when you've become
ensnared in filth and are drowning in
dirt, your eyes cannot be lifted. Maybe
that's what makes them blind?

I know I'm not better, just different.
I know that just as God gave some blue
eyes, that He gives some this second sight,
and insight into eternal life through Him.

It is His gift alone, and I treasure this more
than all the treasure, even all the gems
and love of gold and silver that I am
helpless to admire and collect. We all
have some idolatry, and love of our
flesh, so, I'm no better. I was plagued
by lust throughout my young hottie
days, too, and I am not judging people
for their sexual addictions. I know that
while I was lost in that lifestyle, that
God was not in my thoughts or sights,
and I was essentially empty, miserable,
and sometimes despaired of exiting.
If I had remained blind, I would have
committed suicide, or become a drug
addict.

I was thrilled that my nephew had that
spiritual side as well. My niece doesn't even
believe in the soul. She is tormented. I wish
and pray that she could have this sight given
to her by God.

My brother considers himself a scientist. His
eyes are darkened. His idol was Carl Sagan.
He believes in science, without the acknowledgment
of the Creator in a defined way. He's content
to be agnostic and define God in a general
way, like the life energy, that kind of
insulting generalization that those who
spurn religion find convenient to express,
which makes them feel smarter than all the
fools for Christ like myself who are the scum
of the world and are considered backwards.

When my brother got leukemia, he went
to Seattle for a bone-marrow transplant,
right after his childhood inspiration, Carl Sagan.
Sagan was being treated there for a rare
bone-marrow disease, and he got a BMT
from his sister, the same as my brother
got his bone marrow from me. Sagan died.
My brother got cured.

My brother who idolized Sagan all his life
saw his life fading away in the same room
where he had just died. What did Sagan
see in the moments when he died? Did
he simply vanish, cease to exist, or did
the knowledge of the billions and billions
of stars, each one a miracle, open his
eyes at last?

It was certainly spiritual, in a bizarre way,
and totally synchronistic in a real show
of God's uncanny system. It spoke loudly
to me, at the time. This was why seeing
that event in the sky, with my nephew
and dad, was even more inspiring.
We felt like something powerful was
occurring all around us.

My brother lived and Sagan died. Instead of
embracing the miracle, my brother refuses
to understand the power of prayer, of God
and the LORD's ironic way of getting our attention.

Sorry for the repetitions, but, it is for
emphasis on something that words alone
fail to portray.

Anyway, while my dad, nephew and I waxed
messianically ecstastic over the miracle of the
Star of Bethlehem-AustinTexas, and the UFOs,
my brother had a disgusted smirk on his face.
I wanted to smack him! My dad, Drew and I
all saw this, yet, he doesn't believe we
witnessed a miracle.

My brother and I saw the UFOs in our
childhood, and he can accept that as a
machination of science, either terrestrial
and government top-secret, or
from another species. Yet, the subsequent
UFO experiences dad, Drew and I had
confirm that there's a supernatural
component to the sight of these
celestial things or beings. He will not
consider this as being the case. He thinks
we're hysterical and far-reaching, even
hallucinating in a group.

It makes me so sad that someone with
as many graduate degrees as my brother
and an IQ much nearer to 200 than mine,
can be so one-dimensional, without the
freedom of thought to let himself go,
and let God grab hold of his intelligence,
and fill his soul with the peace of His
light. He is a tortured soul, too.

It may be that UFOs as we've experienced
them have nothing to do with God. We
may be witnessing something that we
cannot understand, or that is part of
a technology that seems to be coincidentally
linked to us. The point is that to be
intellectually free is to be liberated to
accept all theories, even Creation.

All I can express is my belief in miracles
and in personal knowledge that even though
each one of us are small in the universe, that
we matter enough to receieve personal miracles
every day... if only we open our eyes
to witness them.