The Blue Parrots will fly free in the trees of New Jerusalem!

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Oh how I love birds. I love all animals, even
snakes and lizards. I adore lizards!!

But this rare torquoise Brazilian parrot
was rescued from extinction. I love the
beach here in ft. lauderdale! My favorite
thing is seeing the wild green parrots
as prevalent as pigeons in a NYC square.

I know there is no shortage of human
suffering in this world, but, humans
often cause their own suffering. Animals
are 100% innocent. No animal should
suffer for our sins and needs.

There's no excuse for the treachorous
exploitation and hunting of God's
creatures, and I think this world will
be judged and condemned because of
animal cruelty, sexualizing innocent
young kids, aborting fetuses, and
killing our brothers, no matter what
their religion is.

His heart must be broken seeing the
children of his servant Abraham planning
the destruction of Abraham's children,
in the Jews and Christians! Yet, the
Lord is allowing the Jihad to prevail
for now. There are great similarities
in the Bible, when God uses our enemies
to hone us, and get us to wake up and
seek His redemption.

Today, there was a story about 8 year
old girls who set kittens on fire. That
made me lose hope for us. There will
be no consequences for these little
hellions, because, we're living in the
end-times, where children are being
bred to hate and have no empathy for
other living things.

If I had a voice, those girls would have
received a 2" round 2nd degree burn
to teach them what burning feels like.
Then, only then, may they escape the
eternal burning that awaits them
when Jesus Christ judges this world
for the crimes against his creation.

What other hope is there?

Get ready. The Cube is coming. Christ is getting
closer each minute. His kingdom will have
no cruelty. All the animals will be friends.
The lion will graze beside the lamb, with
children playing with cobras who
are friendly.

There will be no more hate and destruction,
no pollution, no day too hot or too cold.
Clean, clear water, and clean crisp air.
The world will be healed by his touch.

My dad is just starting to get enthusiastic
about Christ's return. It does annoy him
when I talk about how much I wish it
was sooner than he thinks it will be.
He thinks it will be after 2012, but,
I think it could be as soon as 2009.

If we get some spawn of Hell for President,
then, I think it could be 2008 or 9.,.

Hillary

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I've been reading Carl Bernstein's book
on Hillary. Took it with me this morning
to read in the doctor's office, as well as
any other possible traffic standstills which
are always possible on I-95 to Miami.

Some people commented how they love
her, and some how they hate her.

I liked Bernstein's description of the
book as neither laudatory or condemning.
He used Catherine the Great as a
comparison. One of history's greatest
leaders was very complex. In fact, the
more you read of Hillary, the better that
likeness to Catherine is, even though
he didn't specifically mean it that way.

The one endearing thing that covers
a lot of ground for me is reading how
when other women were burning bras,
and doing drugs, and pursuing their
own selfish goals, she was a real visionary,
working for the poor and downtrodden.

She always carried her Bible.
She has always had a faith-based
life, and believes that it is our obligation
as followers of Christ to serve Him by
helping others. She makes no apologies
for political incorrectness, or use her
Christian faith as a smokescreen for
her own sins.

She trusted God had a great destiny for
her, and she went after it, not even for
her own glorification, but, to serve her
God.

She's not perfect, but, it is comforting
to have a leader who trusts God, and
calls on Jesus Christ.

I think that's the most important feature
in any of our lives, and I never realized
how deep her Christian faith is.

It doesn't surprise me now that for the
first time in my life, I am a Hillary
democrat. If Hillary isn't nominated,
the Democratic party will implode and
lose. If Hillary isn't president, count
down, because the end is even closer.

She may not be perfect, but, I choose
Hillary for President, and she's the
first candidate that I've been very
enthusiastic about.

I feel Obama is bought and paid for
by special interests, and the Devil,
(just the way I feel) and his connection
to Jesus Christ is tenuous. He came out
of nowhere, like the Antichrist. I can't
trust Osama, but, it's all God's will. I know
that he has desperately, desperately
wicked people paying for him.

That man is owned like he worked on
the rich man's plantation. He's in their
pockets, and they will pull the strings.
We're talking the real D here. That's
what I see.

It may be time for the Antichrist's
short reign, but, I won't endorse it.
I feel better with Hillary, because,
she isn't going to outlaw Christianity.
Who knows what someone who has
a name like Osamo Obama Hussein...
will do? It may sound silly, but,
Christians are being slaughtered
all over the world.

There have been more Christian
martyrs in Indonesia, Africa,
and the Middle East and China,
than all the wars combined.

I know the MSM doesn't tell people
that, but, the blood of Christians is
flowing in the streets of the lands
of the damned, in Africa, Indonesia,
and Saudi/Egypt/Syria/Iran...

It's coming. Jesus is coming.
Look up. OUR MISSION IS TO
BELIEVE AND TRUST A LEADER
THAT CALLS CHRIST HER OWN.

The cool thing is she gets to beam
up too.

Open your mind

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I reject this world. I reject Satan. I reject everything
but, Jesus Christ, of Nazareth.

This is the only way. He is the Highway of the redeemed.
The world is only the petri dish for the heavenly species.
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Haven't been able to blog. Pain. More pain.
Pain to the point of reaching the threshholds.
Pain and near death. Pain and longing for death.
Pain and then abandonment.
Pain and then the blackness.
Through the blackest water yet.
Then into a splash of color with light
that's blinding.

Look down at my arms. They are now from the
other side. This is not easy to describe.
Look at HIS face, and never want to leave
Don't send me back through the dark sea
To the land of misery.

Let me in and experience the birth of eternity
in our Lord's immortality.
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footnote:
I never know if David Icke is mocking,
only God knows, and he may be ironic in
depicting the duality of the counterfeit Christ,
as stolen by the Illuminati, but, it's a cool series
of video. Very well done! I'd watch all of them
Very scary stuff. I concur with the Illuminati
info. Very real, indeed.
As a disclaimer, though...
Do I think QEII is a big lizard?
No. LOL.

There's no merovingian belief that is
close to the truth, in my experience.
But, the world's true leaders are led.
There's no doubt about this.

Yakov Sverdlov - The best looking Bolshevik by far

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It's odd how Yakov Sverdlov was such an integral
person in the Russian Revolution, yet, history has
blotted him out. Of course, Stalin was partly responsible
for this, and it's been in the past decade when his
archives have been leaking out.

He looks so much like my brother that it is eerie.
He has the same Asian looks as my mom did, as
well. That's because they were near China, and
obviously had strong ethnic genetics.

In addition to being the first Revolutionary leader
in Russia, he wrote the Constitution of the USSR,
designed the hammer and sickle flag, along with
establishing the KGB. You'd think he'd be as
familliar as Lenin and Trotsky..

Anyway, someone posted this video on Youtube,
and I was thrilled to see him in this vintage state.
Considering this footage is 90 years old, it's
pretty awesome.

He also posted this: Greatest Revolutionaries
of all time, and Uncle Yakov is in it.

The Doctors' Plot

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When I start reading and researching, I can't seem
to turn off until I'm done.

I've been up since yesterday morning. I started out
reading about Stanley Reilly, the original Bond, and
my grandfather, which led me to Robert Bruce Lockhart,
and other agents provocateurs.

So for the last hour, I've been refreshing my memory
of the Jewish Doctor's Plot of Stalin's latter era, another
initiation into the original Cold War, Post-WWII.

While modern scholars minimize the role of Jewish
doctors in undermining the elite dictatorship of Stalin,
there is too much empirical proof that there was fire
under this smoke.

This was where the concept of impeccable doctors
being used as the ultimate weapons of terror was first
hatched.

Googling Jewish Doctor's Plot will give up pages of this
concept.
Wikipedia's Doctor's Plot

It would be nice to believe Al Quaeda was cruel
enough to invent doctors cold-blooded enough
to train to kill, as they trained to heal, but, they
only copied this from the original template in
Russia.

This was where the ingenious plan to have
doctors used as the ultimate weapons was tried
and perfected.

Oy vei. That's what I say. My head is throbbing.

Sometimes I want to laugh and cry, scream to the
heavens and beg God to PLEASE end the madness down
here.

It's easy to blame the Islamic Jihad for inventing
cruelty, terror, sabotage, and a mad quest for world
domination. Except, I know that they are largely
copiers of the original Bolsheviks, who were, in
turn, copiers of the French Revolutionaries, like
Robespierre, who were copiers of Crusaders, and
it goes back and back, while it jumps forward and
here we are today, faced with the madness blown
up in our faces exponentially.

It probably does all go back to the ideology of terror
and chaos being the ultimate state. Of rebellion, that is.

What greater affront to the Creator than to destroy the
innocent, dominate the weak, and subjugate free will,
like Cesar? This is the creation of the Antichrist.

What did the Bolsheviks accomplish when they produced
Josef Stalin, the man of Steel, archetype to the Antichrist?
In fact, the Beast of Revelation takes shape in the dictators
and tyrants of the 20th Century. It is only now, that we
can see it in perspective, that it makes more sense.

Rising out of the sea...

Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin... all dead, but, here the beast
with the death wound, is rising out of the sea, in the form
of the last incarnation: Jihad. Coming to life in the dead
body of European Union, cannibalizing itself, with the
infestation of cells, like cancer cells. This is really the
real deal.

The Algorithm of Terror isn't unique to any one
group. Our persecutors today learned from my
own family. One hundred years after my terrorist
grandfather crossed the Atlantic Ocean, not as a
miserable refugee, but, as a privileged and covert
arms dealer, the same breed is coming back to our
shores this time to kill us all.

My own grandfather, working both sides, benefitting
no one but himself, like Stanley Reilly, was no better
than today's Jihadist, except at least they were ready
to sacrifice their own lives. There's almost more
honor in that, not that I am happy with them, but,
we can't stand in judgment.

We need to come out of this world system, and
rise. We need to dedicate our flesh and blood, soul
and heart, to Jesus Christ, for he is our only
Savior.

This gives me such a headache (literally)
that I should stop thinking about it, but, I can't!

My Grandfather and Sidney Reilly, the real James Bond

I found something worthy of the X-Files while having
a long night of insomnia, and doing some reading.

I literally bumped into a weird tidbit of family memorabilia,
about my grandfather. How weird to have a grandfather
that was somewhat nefarious, mysterious, and now
associated with the "Ace of Spies" Sidney Reilly, the
original James Bond.

I never knew my grandfather, since I was born after he
died. My mom was his youngest, and I was her youngest.
I knew he was born in Nizhny Novgorod in Russia, and
his brother was the Bolshevik, Yakov Sverdlov. He came
to the USA in 1916, which always seemed weird to me,
since, you'd think grandfather would stick around for
Red October. Turned out, he was helping to finance
it.

(Here's a statue of Yakov Sverdlov, my grandfather's
infamous brother. He's buried in
the Kremlin.)


Instead of fighting for the Revolution, my grandfather,
Veniamin, who I learned was called, "Benny", emigrated
from Liverpool. I wondered why he was in England.
Now I know. He was allied with this Sidney Reilly.

We have Benny's documents from Ellis Island. Far from
the peasant proletariat, he travelled First Class, and
gave his NYC residence as another 4 star establishment.
It always confounded me. But, the puzzle is starting
to make more sense. This piece was totally amazing
and mind-boggling. I'm still kind of stunned, since
I never expected to read what i did!

It's odd, because, I've always been attracted to
reading about Sidney Reilly, and I never knew
why. I thought it was because of my last name
being Bond...!! Seriously, I literally was stunned
to read my grandfather's name associated as
his partner. WTH????

Now, I learned through Peter Spence's book on
Sidney Reilly, that my grandfather was an arms
dealer, as well. What a man. (My dad calls him
the most evil man who ever lived. I tried to tell
dad about the Reilly connection, and he said
I shouldn't speak about my grandfather because
he was a schmuck.) My poor mother didn't
even know her dad. He left her, after my grandmother
mysteriously died. Now, I'm wondering if he killed
her? I'm named after her. Her name was Mary.

MI5 conducted an investigation of my grandfather
in 1921. (For good reason, I think.)

It's so weird to have a family that's used in literally
all antisemitic propaganda. Hitler used them as
negative examples. What's worse is that it seems
that they were pretty worthy of the disdain.
While one of my mom's uncles was responsible for
ordering the Tsar's family's deaths, her dad was
a double agent...arms dealer..

My head swims.... omg.

How can grace bless these genes? By the blood of
our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Here's the book:
Trust No One: The Secret World of Sidney Reilly (Hardcover)

These are the indexed pages with my grandfather,
and his brothers in them:

1.	on Page 85:
	"... of very uncertain allegiances. Another Bolshevik of sorts, with whom the Ace-of-Spies rubbed elbows in prewar Petersburg, was Veniamin ("Benny") Sverdlov. ..."
2.	on Page 131:
	"... Novyi Mir, a Russian radical paper published in New York's Greenwich Village. Also, among A. Weinstein's London cronies was Benny Sverdlov, ..."
3.	on Page 144:
	"... was taking off, Reilly orchestrated yet another rifle-related scheme involving Flint Arms. His front men in this endeavor were Benny Sverdlov, ..."
4.	on Page 153:
	"... 1916 with the arrival of Lt. Zinovii Peshkov. The latter, as mentioned, was the brother of both Benny and Yakov Sverdlov. Enlisting in the French Army at the beginning of the war, Peshkov had lost an arm and thereafter took up ..."
5.	on Page 206:
	"... 1918 he transferred to the Moscow security command. His subsequent rise had much to do with the patronage of Yakov Sverdlov, head of the Soviet's Central Executive Committee (VTsIK). ..."
6.	on Page 207:
	"... One was twenty-five-year-old Olga Starzhevskaia, a staffer in the Soviet's All-Russian Central Executive Committee (VTsIK), Sverdlov's bailiwick.44 That put her inside the Kremlin. Sidney seduced her and arranged for her to move into a love nest ..."
7.	on Page 399:
	"... Zhivotovskii, Jerome Landfield, William McAdoo, Benny Sverdlov and many others. He was never able to piece together this puzzle but became convinced that Reilly and Wiseman had ..."
8.	on Page 405:
	"... had either been the objects of SIS investigation or informants in their own rights' The same was true for Benny Sverdlov who had been the target of an MI5 probe on 1921. ..."
9.	from Index:

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Flying With The Angels

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I have had two dreams this week of flying.
The strange part was that I was not flying in
a plane, but, flying like a bird. It's not the
first time I've experienced flying in dreams.
I suppose I had wings, like a bird, or angel,
except I had no consciousness of them.
I was simply able to fly.

The dreams are always VERY extremely vivid,
to the butterflies in my stomache, and dizziness.
I am slightly scared of heights, and have chickened
out on skydiving and balloon rides! Yet, I was
able to conquer my tremendous anxiety, and
feel the thrill of flying down through the sky
and clouds, perceiving the heights and tiny
buildings below. I had that same sensation
of diving that I would have in a plane sharply
descending.

The first dream was on Monday, and was
in London. I've had at least three other dreams
about London in the past few weeks, maybe
because of the recent terror there. The notable
thing about the London dreams, is that they
don't take place in North London, where I
once lived, but, around the Millenium Wheel,
and Central London.

The second dream was last night, until the
morning, when a phone call woke me.
The dream takes place after the Rapture, and
we are now flying with angels to physically
rescue people. The Angels can only take us
down through the imminent atmosphere,
but, from there we had to go down. This
dream was in Texas, and it was frightening
to see what happened there. Expecting the
Texas I knew and loved, all I saw beneath
the clouds was chaos and terror.

I was employed in a literal extraterrestrial
ambulance/first responder system! It was fun
flying, but, coming back to Earth during the
Tribulation was very scary for me. It was like
liberating a concentration camp, like Auschwitz.

It was as bad as it can be.

I never had a dream like this one before, and it
has stayed with me...

JACKASSES and other irritations on Independence Day

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I live on a canal in South Florida, and unfortunately,
on the other side of the canal, facing me, are these
jackasses who care almost nothing about others.

They constantly host pool and boat parties, using
their piers, blasting the music outside, and keeping
barking dogs out in their yards and decks, well
beyond 11 PM. How do people get to be so indifferent
to others? It seems that it gets worse and worse
every year.

Today, there are storms in Florida, so, venturing
outside, especially driving anywhere, is not
a good idea. I've never seen such jackasses as
here on the highways in South Florida.

What a world it is. Independence Day,
to me, is the return of Jesus Christ,
and New Jerusalem, coming from
the heavens. When we are beamed
up and outta here, I will celebrate.
Today, I feel like mourning for the
America that I knew as a kid. It is
gone.




























JACKASS
The false prophet, Al Gore's son was busted
driving 100 mph in a Prius, of all things, with
a car full of illegal substances. I would stay
high, too, if the false prophet was my dad.
Poor guy.

He's reveling in a ridiculous rock concert
slated for 7.7.07, in a few days. So much
for him trying to obfuscate the 666 by
elevating himself.

I suppose no one else calls Gore the
false prophet, but, that's who he is
to me. A total jackass.

Fourth Of July

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Agents of Death amongst us

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I noticed Middle Eastern doctors starting
to become more numerous in number, than
any other foreign born doctors, in the late
90s. In September 2001, I was working
at a large trauma center in Central Illinois.
In the midst of cornfields and quintessential
heartland Americana, you'd expect the majority
of doctors to be typical of small town middle
America.

Let's put it this way: There was such a majority
of Islamic foreign born doctors serving patients,
that the hospital built their own mosque. That
was disconcerting, to say the least. There were
emergencies that were unattended by medical
staff, because, they were in the mosque. The
nurses used to say, "They're in the mosque
with their butts in the air to Allah." I used
to feel that was very disrespectful.

Then the Twin Towers fell, and there was a
sense of antagonism towards these men.
I felt that was unfair, as well. I was almost
in love with our medical director, an elegant
man of Afghanistani descent, with a handsome
face, and a sharp mind. I was fiercely protective
of him, and whenever any of the nurses mocked
him, along with the other Muslim doctors, I
would cut their comments off with a lecture.

After 911, many patients wouldn't let these
doctors treat them. I felt it was so sad. I
was alone with the one doctor I had such
admiration for, and trying to console him,
I put my hand on his arm. His entire demeanor
changed, and he transformed before my eyes.
He nearly spit at me, to NEVER touch him, how
it was NEVER acceptable, not allowed, and
disrespectful...

It chilled me to my bone. It's not the immodesty
of a female touching a male that bothered me,
but, the look of hatred on his face.

I knew back then and there, that the sudden
proliferation of Muslim doctors in our American
heartland was part of a greater plan. When I
spoke about it, people used to scoff. Yet, I
reminded them that the titular head of Al Quaeda
was not Bin Laden, but, a medical doctor, and
that was part of their agenda, to seed the West
with those who we would find beyond reproach.

I challenge people to find one Emergency Room,
anywhere in America or Great Britain, without
devout Muslim doctors. They have had at least
ten years to establish themselves in our hospitals,
and society.

What an ingenius plan. Not only will they possibly
contribute to primary attacks, but, when the
casualties are brought to trauma centers, like
the ones I worked in, they will be met by more
violence and terror, at the hands of those trained
to kill, as much as they were trained to heal.

It's part of our psyche that rejects this notion
that doctors who endure the challenges and
devotion, would be dedicated to the destruction
of our way of life, and are here to destroy our
people.

Yet, Islam, as a dynamic faith, is now defined
by these basic tenets of that faith. They believe
that their role is to destroy all non-Islamic
people, who will not obey their rigid society.
They have no doubt that killing the infidels
is being obedient to that faith, whether they
are trained in medicine or terror.

It's never going to make sense to us, in the West,
so we will continue to reject this. That is why
they will win, and millions will die at their
cruel hands.

It's all part of the end of times, brother. Don't
sweat it. Christ is coming back. But, that doesn't
mean we should be passive lambs to the slaughter.

Until patients in hospitals refuse to be treated
by them, the hospitals will continue to bring them
over by the plane load, because they are economical.
Yet, they're importing the agents of death and
destruction, not healers.

Tap dancing down the road to Armeggedon

What a nice-looking man, huh? He's a young
doctor. He seems like his only goal in life is
to serve humanity, and heal the sick, as a
godly service.

He is a young doctor, but, one whose wiring
got crossed. Instead of healing, he's taken
a pledge to destroy the innocent, and rack
up as many dead people as possible, before,
he surrenders to hell, himself.

The scariest part is that there were at least
three other MDs in league with the demonic
doctor, avowed to death, terror, and destruction
of the Western civilization, and a total genocide
of all Jews and Christians on Planet Earth.

It is here. It is coming. The writing is on the
wall, in plain sight.
Here is the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. Hamas has
plans for it, as well. As if prophecy was lacking, here
are the final plans being brazenly outlined for all of
us.

But, Jesus Christ is coming back, to stand on the
Mount of Olives, facing Jerusalem. There will
be a shaking in the Earth, as there never was
before, and all eyes will see the Holy Cube
of New Jerusalem.

Why is the Temple Mount so important?

Wait and see.





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The Beginning of Sorrows

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It's Sunday, July 1,2007. The past two days have
been demonstrative of the sorrow to come. Two
botched car-bombings in London and Glasgow,
linked to Al Quaeda, haven't deterred the London
Mayor from supporting the same. He is an enemy
of the people.

There is tremendous rain and flood conditions.
Kansas is under water. Many parts of the world
are flooding.

Judgement Day is coming.

Even here in draught-ridden Florida, the sky is
black and thunder punctuates the day. I find it
soothing. I keep praying for the Latter Rain.

Of course, the "latter rain" is a spiritual holy
watering. This is what this world needs the
most.

Around the world there are signs of WWIII
aka Armegeddon drawing near. My dad
is even preaching now.

The Middle East has long been prepared for
the events to soon come. The USA is very
unprepared. Our society is too selfish to
care. We have a sense of entitlement,
individually, and that is our indoctrination,
as powerful, as Hamas teaches children to
hate Jews.


The Four horsemen are approaching.
If you close your eyes, you can see them
riding the wind across the stormy sky.
If you hold your breath, you can jump
into the whirlpool of prophecy and come
out transformed.

It's time to jump, and believe. It's time
to take that leap. After the sands run out
and the archangel shouts, all we have
is our soul, and faith in Yeshua Hamaschiah,
Hashem Adonai.

Jesus, I adore you. All your words are true.
There is not one thing happening that can
surprise us. You've given us the Holy Ghost
and the gift to understand.

Each day that passes is a day closer to you,
Lord God, and your kingdom is coming down
fast. The first shall be last, and thanks to
your mercy, the last shall be first.

Hashem, Come quickly, Beloved. Amen.

The Sounds of Silence

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Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

I loved this song as a child... it was
beautifully enticing, concealing an
ominous and vague warning.
Never did I think the days would come
when silence would deafen my ears.

In the midst of night, I sit alone, watching
the moon, almost full, dance on water of the
canal below me. It is night when I feel like
the watchmen, watching the skies, searching
with my eyes for the light coming back to
Earth. It won't be long. I see it, and feel it
with everything inside me.

It is in this desolate hour when my prayers
are formed, and yet, hopelessness also looms.
I know God hears every word spoken, but, His
WILL must come to pass. None of my words will
change that. I feel rebuked when I pray for
the world. It is going to happen in the next
few years.

I long for relief from this world, for my heart
is grieved. I have no further expectations,
only dread for realizing what this world will
soon be facing. I can't rejoice when the suffering
is all around me.

I wish I could be a carefree person, again, but,
with Faith, comes wisdom. Through deep pain,
and connection to this terrible suffering, do
we barely begin to understand what lies ahead.

In the sweltering heat of summer, this year being
the hottest one yet, I dread nuclear winter.
It is coming. Nothing will stop the missiles
from springing from their underground holes
to seek targets far away.

All my life, I've had this dread, and now, I am
numb. While the News spends it's time rehabilitating
rich blonde heiresses, like they're released prisoners
of war, the plans are drawn, and it won't be long...

Oh Lord Jesus, the only consolation we have in this
blackness is your light. Only God can save us.
He will be here soon, and his kingdom is coming.

I can see the Cube, glistening in it's own light,
streets of gold and masions with walls of emeralds
and amethysts. The sound of music is distant, but,
getting closer.

How do we understand the dimensions that God
who is the Master of Time/Space and ALL LIFE,
encompasses? Who else sees the Cube glittering,
like a bride adorned with the royal jewels?

It is the only hope I have left. I have no more
interest in anything else but to worship God,
and serve Jesus Christ, my Savior.

I ache and feel sick for this lost generation at
the end of this dispensation of time. Having
the next 10,000 years, and beyond, to celebrate
true JOY in His presence is very exciting, though

Down here, all I can hear are the increasingly loud
sounds of silence as the truth is blotted out, as
people's hearts become selfish and cold, and as
the Antichrist takes up his unholy mantle to deceive
for the last 3 1/2 years x 2.

UFOs

Check me out!

I have been reading about the cigar shaped UFOs seen
in England, and elsewhere. They are thought to be over
1 mile long. That's a hard concept to wrap your mind
around, but, I think they're the real deal.

Are they from other planets? Probably not. The odds
are against it. Are these angelic, like a few that we've
seen? My dad saw a manifestation of lights five years
ago that are so similar to Ezekiel's, but, Ezekiel saw
the Holy Cherubims. Is that what my dad saw, like
Ezekiel did over the Euphrates? Was his over the
Bermuda triangle?

I've seen only one close up, with binoculars, and visualized
the intricate windows, lights, and even living figures inside
of it.

The one I saw, with my neighborhood (over 200 people reported
it to the Franklin Institute) was purple, from the red and
blue lights, i think. It performed for us, zig-zagging, zooming
straight across the sky, and performing like the Blue angels.

Was it extraterrestrial? The odds are against it.

So what are they?

The cigar shape is similar to Tesla's design. Did the government
succeed in developing his craft? Was the government behind
the bell-shaped one our neighborhood watched on that June
night? No, because the figures I saw inside didn't appear like
men. They weren't exactly the greys that sci-fi enthusiasts
see, but, they weren't like men, either, at least from what I
remember.

So many questions, and we are at a disadvantage in
understanding them.

I live within 40 miles or so from the Bermuda Triangle,
so, it's no wonder dad saw what he did. But, why did
Dad and I see them in Austin Texas, in 1996?

Before we saw the craft, we saw a phenomenon in the
sky, that we called, "The Star of Bethlehem." It was
a bright star, with points that touched the ground.
Then, we saw the craft. The star was a celestial thing,
but, the rays extended unnaturally brightly.

What was it?

The weirdest event was when my nephew, dad and I
watched a program on UFOs, and during the commercial
went out on the back porch and saw one right in front
of our eyes. Talk about synchronicity... WHY? WHY?

I'm glad others are seeing these things, but, none of
us can convince those who are not seeing them, or
explain the effect they have on our lives. Why do
certain people like us see them over and over again.
Maybe not on a regular basis, but, every few years?

It is easy to call us crackpots, but, my dad can't except
the explanation of heavenly angels, UFO crafts, or
supernatural events connected to us.

There's so much more out there that only God knows
why they are there, and what they mean. Yet, because
we see them, shouldn't we seek the answers? I don't
want to be deceived, though, but, I know they're
here.

The only thing I pray for is wisdom to know the
demonic from angelic, and to have God's protection.

I realize that if they're here, it's not long before the
holy cube appears in the sky, where all eyes will
see. We will be taken up, and the world will understand
the glory of the Kingdom of God in Jesus Christ is
beginning.