Archive for January 2004




M't:10:34: Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.

Heb:1:14: Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?

Good morning, beloved. Typing with my nearly severed finger is not yet possible, so I do it with the aid of a splint, which makes typing kind of awkward. The Lord told me I would have a full recovery after the deep cuts...and so far, it's miraculous, though the end of the middle finger digit still droops, as the cut was across the small knuckle. God said a miraculous healing--the wound is not even visible, though it should have been nasty for a long time. It may take some time before I can straighten my finger on my own, but that too is God's will. He directs all my healing, pretty much everything--if he said go to the doctor, I would have, but not this time. So far, perfect result. Trust yields victory. Trusting God usually--nearly always--makes no sense. 

I was speaking with a friend yesterday about some of the silly things God asks us to do. Sometimes, Father wants to go on a drive and see people--he uses my eyes to look around when he wants to see things. I feel kind of silly, but I go with it—and I always learn something. After all, He lives in me. 

Sometimes He'll say something like, Go to the corner of this street and stand there. Once he told me to ride my motorcycle to a place and wait--I saw someone I had known as a teenager--a mind control slave...walking with her controller, her incestuous father. The odds on seeing something like this were millions or maybe trillions to one. I was then asked to pray for her release from demonic bondage. A sick site--she was given so many shock treatments...when I knew her before.

Her name was Kathy, with a K. I remember she used to love listening to this old James Taylor record--well, most women did who had a death wish, as Kathy did. She was pretty--all the staff members liked or two of them were like boyfriends to her. Her parents would visit--and they were very strange. (mind you, I'm having a bit of trouble typing, so my style of writing may change--I can only manage short bursts of sentences, so bear with me)

Kathy would go out on a pass from ICU...say out to play volleyball on staff accompaniment (a kind of status for those at severe risk for suicide)…she’d go into a trance, and they would bring her back…next morning, they would drug her up and do a series of shock treatments—she would be a zombie for awhile, not remembering who she was, or even what happened the day before, then slowly, she would remember again—then they would do it all over again. She was used as a sex-slave and in rituals…but that was covered by the shrinks who told her that she was delusional and hearing voices. 

I was 16 at the time. I was in ICU because I balked at Thunlowe’s initiation and they hunted me down—but failed to kill me, as God’s time for me was not theirs…so they did the next best thing—the next day two ambulance attendants came in, strapped me down and hauled me off to this private hellish facility—locked up. The first thing I saw there was a patient leap from an 8 story building and a girl slash her wrists. But now as I remember back…as that old James Taylor song haunted the echoing hallways…that old corridor from a 1920’s Spanish building—a converted estate, as all the girls wanted to die like Suzanne in James’ song…they all thought sweet baby James was singing to them. Kathy too.

Well, as I said, I was 16 at the time, I had seen through the satanism and the world system—I couldn’t understand them, only that I did not want to give my soul to Satan to please mommy. I understand that they don’t understand that kind of thing…but I was not made like them. Neither were most of you reading this. Some do fine in the world and then convert to the truth…that’s a bit different. 

I had no choice…I feared the consequences…I understood that all the bad things would turn magically to good things on the other side. I knew that. I wanted that too. I wasn’t scared—I was wroth. I was outraged to learn that my parents were selling me out…I could see everything. All of it. I could not understand how these people could lie about everything my whole life—what cowards! But killing those who balk—that’s just plain wrong. It goes against my conscience and my spirit. I suppose once over you lose your conscience and are twice dead, you receive the SHINE, the CHARISMA, the STAR POWER so it’s an exchange. Persecution now becomes blessing…demons become angels. GLASS BACKWARDS. 

And so, in this tyrannical lockup facility I found others just like me. Kathy, I saw that day, I think it was 2001. It was 30 years later! What are the odds on listening to God tell you to drive to a certain spot, then see someone walking with her abuser/controller—and by now she was a total zombie…like a Stepford Wife…only her husband was her father; what are the odds on seeing that? It’s the Holy Spirit leading…it has to be. 

Sadly, Kathy didn’t make it. She was a dead-woman walking, at least at that moment. She appeared to me as one who has had a lobotomy—psychiatrists love that barbaric practice, and are always itching to use it on lambs…Kathy was a lamb. Well, they all were. That’s why their parents put them in there—to force them to conform by using shock treatment and lobotomies. 

Everybody else that I cared about was suicided by Thunlowe’s society, which is modern civilization…’modern’? Guess that’s an oxymoron. Put it this way—this is a world filled with people who believe they are right….regarding conformity that is. Which to them is simply getting along in the world. 

Let me be a bit facetious here: “Well, I am so sorry we offended you—so sorry we were inconvenient. So sorry God made vessels you disapprove of…as the songwriter Beck says, “I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me.” 

(That song makes me laugh. It’s good to laugh.)

I saw Kathy…bloated on medication, walking in a trance, led by her father along that road by Mulholland Drive—most of you have heard about Mulholland Drive. I recommend a movie called Mulholland Drive (by David Lynch), if you want to see what mind control is all about. 

What if I had said, this is crazy, I’m not going to drive there? What I experienced was a miracle—a chance to pray and loose that woman from the bonds of her father…God showed me that He would free her, and this was the first step—30 years later, top of Mulholland Drive above Bel Air, California…yep, that same Bel-Air I write about in Glass Backwards, home of zillionaires and movie moguls. There are more mausoleums in Bel-Air than anywhere on the planet, more twice-dead (satanists0 per capita than even Manhattan! Or at least its close...the demons in charge of Manhattan, DC and Los Angeles answer directly to Thunlowe. They surveil every conversation…they beam people with all kinds of insidious rays if they step out of line. That I may address in a future report. 


Everywhere I go God destroys the occult people. I wonder what would happen if I didn’t go….usually, the occult people come around saying they’re Christians, and I walk with them and see their spirit—you can’t fool me, man—they then fail to move me their direction, then Satan punishes them. God doesn’t actually have to raise a finger in anger against them, nor do I. Usually, I pray and bind their demons and their power, then they fail, as God is faithful…and then they are cast down and kicked in the teeth by their own people! The perfect time to switch sides… a marvelous blessing for them, even though they don’t see it that way. 

The good news about this is that Satan rejects them, their friends shun them, the world fires them…and this is how GOD BREAKS THEM…They are now closest to crying out to Jesus Christ and being saved! My advice for those who failed with me in Los Angeles, those of you who are now unemployed and everything is going wrong, those of you who were stripped of power after we walked out… take God’s gift of salvation—Satan, once you lose your place, will NEVER ACCEPT YOU AGAIN, no matter what you do. You are persecuted as we are—that won’t stop…but you will have joy again…and you will get out of here. 

In my case there were hundreds of people involved in the NETWORK to put me in a corner and force me to cry uncle. Didn’t happen—God moved me all around…I listened to Him, I did what He said…why? Because I was surrounded by the enemy, and they were jockeying in like a pack of hyenas, either convert me and get well paid, or kill me and cash in that way. There were actors who might have become big stars, except that they failed and then did not work again. 

There were producers on a roll…but when they failed, they too were clipped of any career. That’s what happens when you agree to take someone on for Satan—you agree that if you fail, no one knows you…you lose your spot forever. If you are successful, the skies the limit. It’s a big roll—it’s a big gamble. The budding actor, who was so obvious, saw his name on a star on Hollywood Boulevard, no doubt. Now that’s gone forever, and a good thing too—because that’s the only thing that will get through to these people…being seen as a loser, a failure—no one wants to work with a loser. 

Behind our backs, they would buy and sell us to the next one to come along, who suffered from overconfidence, who thought we were easy pickins! My advice: DON’T CHOOSE OFF GOD OR HIS PEOPLE! You’ll lose. And the world will turn its back on you—you lose the shine, and what happened at your initiation—going through the mirror so that curses become blessings—all that reverses…you lose your power… you’re worse than dead if you don’t cry out and sincerely seek God and salvation. Here is the moment of truth, to see if Jesus is really real! To see if there really is power in the Blood of Christ. 

I saw no one in the churches who believed in Jesus—total unbelief. They would not drop the satanic affiliation with society—yet they went to church every week. They’re in for a big surprise—


That’s what God will tell them if they serve the world in any way. You have to trust if God will protect you and provide for you. The world wants your self-corruption in exchange for work, but that’s selling the soul and that is worship of Lucifer, or, as my pet name for Satan is now…Thunlowe.

I know he hates that name, like he hated Glass Backwards, where I featured him exclusively. 

Anyway, this whole battle that’s going on…always, God leads us into battle, so that He can experience it. We’re not here to sit on the sidelines. Those people who failed with me in Los Angeles—and failed for 35 years straight!—have all been blessed by the experience of being shunned after losing. They have all been broken by God! I call that a mighty blessing, because if they had been successful, they might have been stars in the movie business, but lost their salvation and their eternal souls. I have seen too many old men dying of regret.

And friends, Mr. Thunlowe strips most old men of power anyway—they lose the charisma…they thought it was in the gonads, they thought it was the sex-force, or in their sperm. So when that diminishes, their power to succeed diminishes, well, that’s how the occultists view it—and if they’re not into substituting human sacrifice, read that MURDER, to keep their power, like some politicians we’re not so fond of around here, then they go down—THEIR CONSCIENCES RETURN…and they know that if they open their mouths, their children and grandchildren will be punished…so they shut up and go to their graves…most of the time, even if while young, these soldiers could manage to assassinate various people in exchange for moving up the ladder, when a man gets old his conscience sets in, and wisdom sets in, and he just can’t pull the trigger anymore—he knows he needs to atone for the blood spilled. 

Now, with ungodly women, this never happens. Well, almost never—they get furious with their husbands…and usually cast demons on them to kill them off…and they outlive their husbands—but then they run into a similar wall… no one wants THE WIDOW around. They are then shunned…some try to date—but usually, they are blamed if the social circle liked their husbands…they are called MURDERERS behind their backs…people just don’t want to associate with women who off their husbands, even if it is spiritually. 

That is why men die early…you won’t see godly men, in the same situation, dying early…these usually stick with their godly wives and do marvelous things in old age. God loves old people—the closer to 80 years old you are, the better! Look at Abraham and Sarah, look at Zacharias and Elizabeth…look at Moses! Yes, old age is glorious when you finally attain some wisdom and are able through God’s leading to share it with the world and do major damage against the Kingdom of Thunlowe. 

Why can’t people just stop doing the satanism and harming everybody? Why can’t parents accept the children who were born of God? Like John the Baptist, born to be separate, born for the purpose of being a light in the darkness…why do we in this society cast these people to the streets, prisons, or suicide, when they have the answers we all need? 

Why do they exalt themselves as gods—when they can’t even balance their checkbooks? Why do they say they are good, when society is based on competition and criminality? Why do they think God can’t see them hiding behind their veil…the mirror that broke? 


You can see all of them now—yes, that dirty laundry is really filthy, mainly because they thought they’d never get caught. Friends, God and his children see it all—we have the Holy Spirit. You can’t run from God…you can’t hide. God made you. He knows every hair on your head. 

I’ll stop here to pause by the stream of Living Water…ahhhhh marvelous:

Joh:7:38: He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.

Eph:6:9: And, ye masters, do the same things unto them, forbearing threatening: knowing that your Master also is in heaven; neither is there respect of persons with him. 

Eph:6:12: For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Ro:8:35: Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

Ph'p:4:7: And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Psalms:37:11: But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

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Ge:19:28: And he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.

When you’re a child they teach you rules—ethics, morality, right from wrong. And when you grow older, they say, BUT THE RULES DON’T COUNT FOR YOU…here’s a way to rule. You say, "But I believe in what was taught to me—it’s right."

You had better change and fast, or you’ll become homeless.

So Jesus is a joke? 

Jesus is a lie? 

Jesus is a fairy tale? Well, He, Jesus, took me into His world, and so I can tell you—IT’S NO JOKE, IT’S NO FAIRYTALE…

EVERY KNEE WILL BOW, you can rest assured…and conformed to the world is akin to sticking a middle finger in God’s face, the opposite of bowing the knees…so that smirk will be taken right off the face of this world—very soon now, as the US president sets the stage for global sacrifice for his god. While Billy Graham shouts—HE REALLY LOVES JESUS! As all the airwaves celebrate war in God’s name…but I see what really happened, I know what’s going on—you can’t lie to me anymore. 

And then, later:

What about all the voices—I know who they are! 

You’re psychotic. 

No, I’m not—I hear voices in my head. They’re talking about me—I know they are. I hear them whispering and looking at me—in the market, in the square. The hierarchy doesn’t want me to succeed! I know you’re there—you jump from person to person.

And so the observations are as follows:

All people conformed to the world have MISSING TIME. One person was throwing his whistling around the supermarket, as if dropping bombs on my head. I would be at the back of the store, the whistling, then from an unknown source, followed me. No matter where I went. Sometimes they use whistling, and sometimes they whisper amongst themselves…but I hear them. And when I got into the line, I saw the checker whistling in between customers, the same whistle, throwing it here and there around the store. Then he started singing and looked right at me and said, LOONEY TUNES. 

I never saw him before, or again. I would ask him in the spirit, WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME? 

He said, Do what? You’re insane.

But I know that was real… I won’t act on it, because I know he’s a liar. It’s the hive mind—they know where I’m going to go…when I’ll be there—and they’re ready. All who have given consent…their bodies, minds and tongues are used to attack us. It’s not paranoia, it’s literal truth…those on the other side say, THANK GOD I’M NOT YOU. 

But I see into the spirit—I have since I was born. I could hear all their thoughts, just as they communicate through telepathy…they can’t even pray, or they will be punished, yet they run the seminaries and churches…which are ALL places where they scalp the soul and then indwell the unsuspecting with demons, which is why generations have missing time. When the demon operates and says, LOONEY TUNES to your face, they are unaware of what happened. 

So when they kill, according to a friend of mine and ally, they don’t remember killing, or the ritual sexual abuse…or the torture. None of it. 

That’s what politicians and successful businessmen do…they don’t think they’ll ever be seen, because they are no better than us—no better at all. But they drive in their fancy cars and people say yessir and nosir to them—and they hide in their office towers, hoping and praying for a way out, but everyone worships them because they have money, hoping of course that they fall…wanting to knock them down. Hating them with a smile. So these become isolated. I talk about this with them and they agree with me. 


Run by Lucifer, the mental health profession is an oxymoron. What most people suffer from is demonic oppression, and the only way to get rid of it is to destroy their minds—that’s what psychiatrists are for, to enhance psychosis, to cause suicide, and to torture their patients. On the surface, it looks like they’re helping, but they know what I’m saying is true, which is why their suicide rates are so high—they know they help NO ONE. They know that they are there to beta test anti-psychotic drugs on people…and they know what society wants—they have to turn their lost patients into cash. If they can’t do that, they lose, and Satan will no longer use them. Their peers will turn against them; their wives will leave them. Society is happy if their patients can do menial work, and revert to children…to become retarded, or to become feeble is always a good goal…no penalty for that. Godless solutions would also include human sacrifice, ie. Getting the patient to off himself…better the patient than the doctor! 

Mental health facilities are very much like churches, whether run by the state or run by private enterprise. Lobotomies are good—as this is human sacrifice and enslavement all rolled into one. The purpose of mental health facilities is to scalp the soul, and leave a zombie to pay for medication through insurance. Psychiatrists and social workers are simply conformists, seeking to please the weirdness so it doesn’t come and get them next. Throw into the mix nurses and aides too—one social worker told me that he regrets his life working in the hospital, because they would keep all who had insurance, then they became institutionalized and unable to take care of themselves…but they needed the money. So they did it anyway. 

Ronald Reagan closed all the mental hospitals in California, and the patients were free to become homeless, since, once a person is institutionalized, either in prison or a psychiatric facility, he is shunned by society because of the spiritual difference, and no one can help. In Washington, DC, they’ve killed all the homeless to see if they will get caught. But no one says a thing. 

They will ultimately use psychiatric facilities as death camps, first killing all the patients there—ahead of martial law—and they have been doing this to get organs to sell to hospitals. 


Some of the homeless go to libraries and go online, so if you hear this—you have to stay ahead of them. You are a commodity, valuable to them dead. Don’t let what happened in Washington, DC happen to you! Change your patterns. Do not be so predictable. The voices in your head are real—you would not conform, so they send the demons… but don’t listen to them! Rebuke the demonic and their programs in the Name of Jesus, and walk away. 

Just the other day they sent the program after me in another store. Even if you go to say, Wal-Mart (a huge hangout for the demonic and their possessed victims, who pose as slave workers)…they will spot you and start the murmuring behind your back. That’s the voices you hear—also in your head. You’re not crazy, you are under attack. 

You must rebuke the PROGRAM by binding it by the Blood of Jesus Christ of Nazareth and send it back 7 fold—further, you bind the human hosts who sent it (all their programs come usually by possessed human hosts whom you will either see or not see)…bind it and cast them into the outer darkness so that they won’t hurt anyone else. Send ministering spirits to help them change. 

The programs come from towers in cities, from the TV, from the NETWORK MIND that is a spiritual police force…if you’re not part of the network, like me, then you will have to serve the Lord…for those who are separate were made like that. You are to travel, here and there…doing the Lord’s work. For example, in Los Angeles, I bound all the demons and they’re in a stranglehold as I happily write this to you. They don’t even know that God used me to do it. 

But always ask the Lord that you do HIS WILL. Because you won’t know what to bind or loose…you won’t know where to go…as no one is real—not your parents, not your friends, everything that supposedly happened to you…it’s all a lie. You are in a lab experiment…or it’s like that. The micro and the macro is one. So how you change inside, the world changes as well...this is the secret of interdimensional travel. There is also multiple projection—which means those who walk as Enoch (and there are many, many, many) go to and fro, and appear in many cities at once, though they are just one person. These are humans, with mysterious lives who live outside time. They are immortal, or eternal, as they were already translated, as lambs are now…they are also UNAWARE of all the manifestations—but these never die, even if they give up one vessel…there are others. This is a little mystery of God I’m laying on you—I don’t expect us to comprehend it…just showing how awesome our God is. His Name is Jesus Christ. 


To do that you must become homeless. All that talk of prosperity doctrine and building the Kingdom of God on the earth is a bunch of hooey. God will bring His Kingdom here when He is good and ready! Not one moment before. Man would do better sitting on his hands and watching the world go by than polluting it with his inept participation, which always serves evil, though he believes through his pride and his heart that he’s doing good. 

He’s not. 

He’s failing like me. 

They key is to give all things to the Lord, and to pray about every thing and every person—and STOP THINKING SO MUCH. ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ARE USED BY THE DARK SIDE ANYWAY…TO GET YOU OFF COURSE…the Holy Spirit knows everything. God gives you jobs and money—so do not strive. Prophets will have a word here or there for you…and God also uses people in network fashion. One person will utter something from the Holy Ghost ane not even know it! He may not remember it if you ask him. But it was a word just for you! 

We all fall short serving Jesus—only in our glorified state are we worship…indeed, this world doesn’t even exist. Because in God’s Kingdom all is perfect and eternal and nothing dies. This dying world here is a fabrication. 


I call him Thunlowe. I don’t know why, but Thunlowe does have perches over all the cities. Thunlowe runs the governments of the world, and anyone working for the government has to conform, or they are tossed out. That’s Thunlowe’s law. He hates this name, so I’m calling him that. 

Most people who are conformed don’t believe in God or Satan…but they do believe in Thunlowe, their boss. They know about Thunlowe, they see how they are shackled to their neighbors. They see how all their thoughts are recorded and analyzed by the faceless analysts… Thunlowe runs it. Washington, DC is shaped in the form of a Baphomet Pentagram…so they can kill all the homeless and get away with it, or kill anyone they want—they can blow up the World Trade Center…that was Thunlowe’s deal. It was a military operation…and everybody was in on it—you would have to be JOE STUPID to not be in on this one. If you were part of Fema or the Military and did not know the operation, that means you’re just used as a cover…a stupid moron they can count on. Watch how fat Tom Ridge gets as his ephemeral job bothers his conscience. Everybody knows who flew the planes and the remote-controlled small plane that hit the Pentagon. A top secret military operation, a “Pearl Harbor Event” PNAC boasted. That’s project for a New American Century. The anglo-elite version of a new world order. 

Fortunately, Thunlowe is finished with Bush and his friends. So that’s over. Bush, Clinton and others in these towers are not human…they are possessed…as all world leaders are. We know the real game here. It’s nothing personal, and remember this—Jesus is wroth at America. Is America at Sodom status?…approaching, but not as wicked. 

The whole world system is based on homosexuality—so the gay program thing is a joke. Everyone of power is homosexual/bisexual—but because it’s tied to satanism, they’ll never admit it—since they have become demons anyway. They can laugh at my words today—the truth seems very odd… even hyperreal or psychotic…but it’s all true. 


Read Luke 21-22, Isaiah 24, Matthew 24,25, Revelation 13 through 18, Daniel 2, 7, 11 and 12

You will feel marvelous—oh, and throw in 2 Thess. for good measure, Chapter 2. Stick close to the word of God, which is SANITY in book form. I really can’t believe this book is allowed upon the earth…guess they’re overconfident again! 

God bless all of you… the Lord bless you and keep you. 

Do not forget that God wants you to be gentle to those who oppose the truth, that one day they may be free. So preach to them despite the persecution. God’s word is sure on this point. We remain gentle and meek, even if we point out the truth, which must grate on their nerves and consciences. 

2Tm:2:25: In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves; if God peradventure will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth;

2Tm:2:26: And that they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his will.

The conformed in our society are slaves of Satan—right up to the day where they truly repent and accept Jesus as their Lord and savior. Then they’ll see that it was all real. 

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Lu:4:18: The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,

Satan, I’m free—you can try to mess with me, but only as the Lord allows…and at best you’re laughable. Sure, I see all the slaves going to and fro…rote, scheduled, clocked…sold out—sold down the river. 

But I’m free! You can’t mess with me anymore. 

The voices in my head.

The voices at the door.

The winged creatures—and beaks… surrounded. 

One would say, DON’T LOOK AT IT! You’ll go crazy! 

I looked—I didn’t look away. You thought you had me. You thought you could have your way with me.

But I stand up because of Jesus, my God…and His Word.

“But you’re insane. All that talk about the “game” and being “tracked. Hahaha! You’re crazy. I’m making a living! I’m raising up a family. You’re a bum!”

You can’t touch me… 

M't:12:18: Behold my servant, whom I have chosen; my beloved, in whom my soul is well pleased: I will put my spirit upon him, and he shall shew judgment to the Gentiles.

And the voices continue. You wouldn’t have the voices is you complied, you know. 

No, then I’d have YOUR commandments… then I would be broken like you. 

They’re laughing at you—you see? 

I look up, and all eyes are upon me. 

They’re talking about you, see?

I look over the shoppers in the grocery store… whispering. They’re talking about me.

You’re sick. You’re paranoid. 

No, that’s you, Satan. You make everything look like that. I looked too long. I looked into your matrix—I saw…and I did not lose my mind. Why? 

2Tm:1:7: For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.


But the voices—the visions. You’re psychotic. 

I’ve always had that. I explained it all in my book GLASS BACKWARDS and LAMB. I told the truth, Satan, and you can’t handle that. Wait till everyone knows you’re impotent, unable to shut me up, and people like me. 

Job:1:7: And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

Oh, really. Have you considered that some servants aren’t even human? Have you considered the angels in human clothing? Have you considered the supernatural amongst us—have you considered that many of our people are homeless and free? 

'Jesus, what a loser', Satan causes his slaves to utter—and all who serve him are SLAVES, make no mistake about that. 

Yes—no home… iconoclast. God in human skin. The least amongst us has the most power. The man on the yacht has nothing. But is sinking. The ring-knockers have nothing, but are withering. Tradition belongs to Satan. 

I speak the truth, as I ought to speak—and you can’t handle the truth. Because it invalidates everything you and your parents and grandparents did upon the earth…it would render you all an abomination unto LIFE ITSELF. The truth is this: your churches are mausoleums, conformity chambers for Satan. Those who say godly on TV serve Satan only and never have seen or heard God at anytime!


I am controller of the voices—but I want the voice that is truth, my son, says Father…from inside me. He says, don’t worry about it—it’s all like that. It’s always been like that. 

But mother is evil. Yes, mother, I do not know . 

I am your mother and father, my son. I am the VOICE, that speaks from you. 

THE VOICE SPEAKS! I DON’T CARE IF YOU LISTEN! I told you yesterday, you don’t have to read this—you don’t have to come here at all. You can feed yourself with lies and notions of beautiful slavery. But I’m free. I don’t need to speak. You’re not free, those of you in the world…how would you know? Why should you care? 


Psalms:109:13: Let his posterity be cut off; and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.

It comes, with fire. The sword swoops down—and strikes a city. The public slaves have cheered on their shackles and said, MOMMY KEEP US WARM. Go to mommy now. 

I watch you play TERROR ALERT. Your little game for the week. I watch all your little slaves with your little websites cautioning the public, believing yourselves to be dutiful servants, but filling your readers with LIES. All lies… you never were born again—you never did hear God. Jesus was a front to sell things… canned food, gold, newsletters…to go on radio and TV and tell people to watch for anything unusual and be SURE TO REPORT WHAT YOU SEE TO THE LOCAL AUTHORITIES AS GOOD LITTLE CITIZENS. And while you’re at it…post all this everywhere…WE’RE PLAYING WAR NOW, CHILDREN! 

You’re an abomination to the truth—for the terror comes from those who offer protection, just as it has always been from the beginning, the Fall of Man. 

I told you before, brethren, that Father is wroth! I told you that His wrath has touched the disinfo agents and put them out of existence. I told you the late night talk shows touting lies and promoting satanism are cursed by the living God. But they scoff! 

The Lord can and will bring down the strong, and announce it first through his prophets! He will bring down communication…even though today, all communications serve Satan—all mass communications serve evil, just as slave society does. 

This is the land of slavery. Soon, citizens will be quarantined, rounded up into stadiums and given vaccines and biochips—666.

This is real:

Re:13:15: And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.

Re:13:16: And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

Re:13:17: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Re:13:18: Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.

Yes, while most are already marked if they were initiated into satanism, there will be a physical mark, and physical death for all those who refuse it. Meanwhile, the saints are gathered to EXIT this abomination. 


The system is in mid collapse—only the veneer of deception keeps the slaves going back and forth to work. Most are being thrown out of work, and off the employment rolls, so that it always looks like nearly full employment. What a lie! Most fall off the rolls after 6 months…so that’s when they report unemployment. 

The dollar collapsed already—but people smile, mind controlled, and slave off to work once again, working for nothing but increased shackles. 

Americans cannot afford going on vacations where modest hotel rooms are now 400 dollars per night, when they were a third of that two years ago. Look it up for yourselves! Look up the price of coffee…watch gasoline or gold. Look what they are doing—IT’S SATAN…wanting you dependent. 

They hide the satanism…yes, they won’t tell you it exists until your head is on that guillotine. 


Yes, I rejoice! I can say what I ought to say, without fear. For I am free. Only around 1 or 2 percent, including the second tier, will go with God…the rest belong to the house of Esau, and must perish. What happens to them later, I do not know—but there is a mystery in death, as I saw when I preached once to the massacred Indians who haunted our home in New Mexico for a time. I no longer live there, but I can say that the Gospel is not barred from Sheol! If you have loved ones who died and you belong to Jesus Christ, if you have a burden for them, PRAY, BELOVED! For you belong to God Almighty—and your prayers will not go unheard. 

All I know is this—Satan is not going to be successful in the end. Punishment will be for the wicked, and they shall be cut off, but there are also surprises. And yet, TAKE HEED…FOR YOU CANNOT LOOK AT HUMANITY IN LOVE WITH THEIR APOSTASY AND THINK THAT THEY WILL BE WITH YOU IN THE END…and yet there are always mysteries.

M't:16:18: And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

Joh:10:14: I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.

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