El Corazón de Odio: Part VII

In the belly of the mind, secrets lay restless-stirring busily to escape to the conscious surface. Secrets that hold the keys to the universe within. This is The Diary of Natalie: the third element of the humangel host formed by Nethaleo. It is a compilation of divine inspiration and her celestial study of the human mind and spirit.

*One must remember that a secret is simply hidden agenda.

*What is whispered shall be yelled from the top of mountains.

*God gave us two ears and one mouth so that we may hear twice as much as we speak.

*And when we listen, we must listen with the intent to understand, not to respond. 

*Concentrate on the present and use the past as a guide for the future.

*The meaning of life is choice.

The source brought me inspiration and wisdom that not only questioned my beliefs, but disproved some of them as well. Like many who will read on, you will not believe or choose to accept that some of the historical data you have to come believe is true is actually false. The authentic ancient writings of history were never found and therefore, marred by mistakes and lost in translation; rewritten over time by selfish leaders and spiritually confused people of power who only abused their positions for their own selfish gain.

The words of the Testament are not accurate. The Bible is full of errors and laced with lies and misleading information that only equal a book full of colorful banter and rage about a deity that is so boastful and proud that is has the ability to create worlds, beings, and others that will worship, love, honor, and adore it for its own sacred purposes. It is not the will of the source or the messenger to tell you which parts of history or scripture, religious or scientific, is inaccurate or false. That is for you to decide. For you are now in the end of days-that are multiplied seven times seven upon ten thousand and you will not see any light of the Coming until you have come into your own.

This is where your...my...journey began a long time ago. I was only a teen when I first heard the source. I remember it clearly. I remember I closed my eyes one cold dark quiet night on a bus stop downtown and whispered in prayer, "show me. Reveal to me the answers and keys to wisdom."

I believed in the scripture, loosely interpreted, he that seeks wisdom, in my will so shall it be given. Nothing happened at first, but some months later, I began to hear its voice. This was the first message I remember receiving from the source. It was the first in a long series of dreams and events that I have recorded by instruction.

המלאך החזק ביותר של הגיהינום נלחם מאמץ לאדם מעקף מן הגמול שלה. זה מלאך, בני תמותה יבואו יודע בורות. מאות שנים של קרבות אבודים המלאך הזה וחייליו טענו נשמות רבות. ברגע שאלוהים מכוסות אדם לראות את עם החוש השישי, איש התעמעם בחזון רוחני. אני אומר זאת לך, להיות מנודה
 

Hell's strongest angel fights effortlessly to detour man from its reward. This angel, mortals will come to know as Ignorance. Centuries of lost battles to this angel and its soldiers have claimed many souls. Once God blindfolded man to see with sixth sense, man grew dim in spiritual vision. I say this to you-become an outcast.

At first I felt compelled to steadfast my studies and stay close to the Word of my Bible. I did not want to be lead astray in any way by the source. I have heard far too often from religious leaders screaming, the voices of darkness will try to confuse you and force you to believe things that are not true. I argued often with the source attempted to battle wit; my outlooks were gracious and poetic indeed, but did nothing to answer of the most pressing questions of my heart.

Becoming an outcast meant literally attempting to start over fresh and learn everything I had come to believe-all over again. Although I made no conscious effort for some time to even begin to care about the message, the connection was made. The source had chosen me to be its voice and listener; almost like that of a good friend. While many of the messages were extremely disturbing and questionable for lengthy argument at best, I attempted to do so by spewing forth my own thoughts and interpretations of the matters of conversation and supported my debates with Bible quotes, agnostic or worldly teachings, theories of scholars, theologians, and educators alike.

But with all my human knowledge, the source, at times seemed to only ignore me. And sometimes mocked me as if to say, 'mere mortal-poor, poor human. So small a brain-so big an imagination.' 

The lessons continued.

نبذ الذات. النفس هو المرض. رجل يفتقر إلى المعرفة ، ولكن يعرف أنه يفتقر إلى المعرفة ، الأمر الذي يجعل تقريبا انها ذكية. ولكن كيف يمكن أن تدرس الحب ومشتركة من واحد التي لا يوجد لها القلب.

هناك قول مأثور عن الحياة وفيات... انها لائق. استخدامها بحكمة.
 

Unlearn self. Self is a disease. Man lacks knowledge, but knows it lacks knowledge, which almost makes it smart. But how can love be taught and shared from one which has no heart.

There is a saying about mortality-life...it's for the living. Use it wisely.

Many of the conversations with the source were like this one. It was home of the one liners, a witty comeback for every philosophical justice I could present. Although confusing in explanation, it made sense in my head.

Life is a business. Treat it as such. Each move must compliment the next like Chess. 

Take it personal. It is the business of life. Have a plan. God does; and you are part of it.

 

Some say, the light of the soul is a bright as the stars in the midnight sky. Consider the belief or wonder if-once a soul is judged and cast out of Heaven...a "shooting star" is seen from the world...the soul is then placed in limbo in a "waiting room" on display. Do not wish on a shooting star; pray for the soul it is and that it may be remembered to God.

*Mortals say man's best friend is dog. Dog spelled backwards is god. 

Therefore, man's best friend is-God.

The dictionary lists both the words good and evil. Take the O out of good and put a D on evil and you have God and Devil. You can not have one without the other. If man had no evil he would have no use for God. We must learn to appreciate Christ Lord. Learn to love. God is love. Learn to love God.

Although my words of wisdom were laced with good intention and strong conviction, sometimes I would get no response at all. I took these quiet times and moments of silence to mean the source agreed with me. Maybe I was right in my thinking. Maybe I was on the right track. It was a young woman's logic pieced together from her own experiences and studies, but it was logic nonetheless; a solid logic of Christian perspective.

Manusia akan berdarah dari luka yang disebabkan oleh pengetahuan dan mati oleh tangan teknologi-menciptakan sendiri sebuah ras yang percaya kepada-Nya.

Man will bleed from the wounds caused by his knowledge and die by the hand of his own technology-creating a race of being to believe in him.

This could be anything from cloning to artificial intelligence...nuclear technology, etc. With every attempt we make to make our world better, we take one step forward, two steps back. Our factories and inventions poison the air and water and makes the world uninhabitable for us and other creatures alike.

The conversations were often left with a long pause of silence after a statement of ponder was said. I began to question my use of some of these technologies the source spoke of. Every day, I drive my car, use my electricity, plumbing, etc., only to realize I-like the rest of us-have (MDC) otherwise known as Modern Day Convenience syndrome. But let's face it. We are not going to give up our conveniences and technologies only because it destroys us.

We are willing to live with the consequences of our actions-no matter the effect on us or the generations to come. There is a lot to be said about a selfish race of being; it is truly effortless in its attempts to become the almighty lazy one it so desperately desires to be. As I write the message on a fairly expensive custom built computer, who am I to criticize. Move on technology-move on. No matter the outcome or cost of the consequences. We will respond to future threats like we have always responded to threats of our own making in the past; be reactive instead of proactive. It is the human way. Why change tradition.

Mortal time is clockwise. Jesus' birth reset time to 0000. Time, in reality, was running counterclockwise or backwards up to this point. Read the timeline of the Sundial. If we could find out where the timeline began, we could determine the next coming of Christ.

Mga propeta ay nagsasalita ng matalas impormasyon, pagbagsak sa mga tainga ng napiling; pagbibigay papuri sa prinsipe idolatrya-upo sa malayo na patlang sa balkonahe ng isang Halfway bahay; matiyagang naghihintay-panonood ng mga rats sa feed ng mais mula sa bloodstained lupa sa ilalim ng rotted damo. Sundalo maghanda para sa digmaan sa lupa; bilang ito ay fought sa langit. 

Prophets speak gifted information, falling on ears of the chosen; granting praise to the prince Idolatry-sitting in the distant field on the porch of a halfway house; patiently waiting-watching rats in the corn feed from the bloodstained soil beneath the rotted grass. Soldiers prepare for the war on earth; as it will be fought in Heaven.

It took the Creator "six" days to create the living Earth and rested on the "seventh." It takes humans only thirty minutes to destroy and never rest again.

For the first time, I felt a calm in my correspondence with the source. It was as if I was beginning to understand. I was starting to learn how to respond to it. Much like everything in ancient storytelling, it was all parables, clues and pieces of some large grand puzzle that only the source knew the answers to. It was up to me to figure them out. 

I was listening with the intent to respond. Learning to unlearn and not respond was difficult at first, but it was at this point in our dialogue I felt I was becoming comfortable. I wondered if I would ever be. Little did I know that what the source just shared with me was a monumental life changing event that was going to happen in the future to our country and countries afar. And so my personal growth continued and I took every moment I could force myself to take, to write down the words, hoping someday I could share them with others.

*Take a prayerful approach to things and to talking to people. Share the Word, invite fellowship; act in faith and be blessed.

They say never forget to count your blessings. I say why bother-I can't count that high.

*Seven...the symbol signifying the points of the Sun. Africa-dabra to the east point ways of the Mother...the land. A child feeds from the natural ingredient of the bosom. So it is that life has a nurturing heart. To feed and live to give life. The earth is from the land of the Mother and so to discipline is the Father. His seed. It was written.

Many a night would pass where my mind struggled to pull in whatever theories, philosophies and points of view I could use to stir up the source. I would borrow from poetry, music, the Bible, writings I found on the Internet or at the library. It was as if everything I could think to say to the source the source already knew and knew it well.

The source was amused by my attempts to broaden my span of knowledge and attempts to try to reach beyond my years for answers. But like everything in the world, where there are answers, there are more questions. Sometimes we would talk like two old friends and never discuss the topics of the message at all. Sometimes the conversations were more worldly; grounded and realistic. I liked these conversations the best. They were thought provoking, emotional and quite the eye-opener for me on a personal level.

Even without the setting normally prepared for teacher and student, the source taught me something new every day. It was then, I started to believe there was something more to this relationship than just divine inspiration. It was like we met in another life.

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note from the researcher: 

this is a good place to stop and reflect. notice the likenesses and similarities to The Prophecies: Park VI? well you should. it's literally the same life events that the other author went through. was this a coincidence? not likely. after finally putting all of this together, i discovered that this supernatural being reached both of them at different times in their lives, had them learn and experience the exact same things, but for what reason? they never met, one didn't know the other even existed-until now-and what would be the point? how many countless others are these beings reaching out to? what are they preparing us for? who are they? for now, these questions remain unanswered. let's continue.

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*The seed. It was written. YHWH, the father, the sun, and the soul. The human is a creation of YHWH. The seed was planted in the uterus of Gaia and born unto Pangaea as Homo sapiens. Milk and honey provide health and growth. Gaia was one body. Homo sapiens were separated from YHWH and the Pangaea separated with them. 

There. Still--the mainland that never moved. The Motherland: Africa.

*Her nipples bare the Trees of Life. Her vagina bares the Garden.

Her name was Eden.

*Her blood flowed like life itself. Her tears; innocent-destructive, but gentle.

Her name was Nile.

*When the first sun was created, the angels would gather at each rising to sing together in glorious harmony to its wondrous beauty and amazement. Their voices where like thunder that could be heard from every corner of Heaven. It was a purest of sound-no additions of any kind. Only pure adoration from the core. Fore they were in awe and wonder of all that the Lord had made and they worshiped him and loved him completely.

The descendants of the originals were many. Generations were separated by time and tongue. We were one. One life-one love-one language. In the beginning. To this day, there are still only seven continents and one central land. Lay the earth flat and you will see.

My dreams cast a net across the horizon of my imagination only to find solace in the Word. Without peace of mind there is only discourse without direction. Without something tangible there are only ghosts. The deeper the conversations with the source, the more difficult it became to translate its speech. It was sometimes relayed in a language without words or sound and I spent countless hours once again, attempting to research the language. I refused to believe it was not of this world or the ancient.

 Unfortunately, my search much like everything else involving something evidential of the source, I was lead to the beginning again. I believed at times the source was attempting to pull me away from my faith. Change me somehow into someone of secular beliefs. I am human. I am part of the make up of our kind. No matter whether you believe in all or nothing at all, there is still a root withing that is growing stronger everyday and needs food for thought and water for nourishment. Atheist-Agnostic-Christian-Muslim, no matter...

The source knew all and spoke every known language and some unknown. The source cared nothing for man's belief system, religious or not. And it was not until many years later I learned why. My struggle for some level of equality continues.

The Human Passion

An Antagonistic Atheist

 "God didn't give up on you, you gave on god. Life is evidence of that. We got this false sense of truth in order find foundation for ourselves. Can you blame us? Look at the world today. Hell, any day. It's a world without a god. It's like a child run a muck without no parental guidance or nurturing. Man is a bastard with an absentee father that cares little for its well being, sacrifice, struggles or fears. Let me ask you this. If god is so great, why doesn't he do something about it? If god is so powerful and almighty, why does religion teach that he killed his own kid just to make a point? What kind of sick god is that? What kind of..of deity...believes it's okay to murder in the name of righteousness?"

"If that is your god you can keep him. Fear not my son...I have not forsaken you...I am with you until the end of days... So sayeth the Shepard so sayeth the fuck! Give me a break. This is mankind: washed up, watered down psycho-babble, dribbling off the lips of liars, thieves, and pedophiles. You speak of a loving and caring god that died for his people. First of all, who are his people? are the Hebrews? Jews? Africans? Gentiles? Protestants? Catholics? Methodists? I grow angrier with man and god with all the mixed messages and utter butter that both dish out to support their own lustful presence of power. With all we know, we know nothing at all. As far as we have come, we are no further than where we began."

"We are a big joke and someone or something, somewhere, is sitting on the outside laughing their heads off! And what is the big argument about hell and Satan and all the horrific, once-a-year celebration of pure sin on a grand scale? What if there is no heaven; no hell! What if man is just one really brain-fried hippie, completely baked on the crack-cocaine of empty existence with no purpose and no meaning of what, if all or nothing, of what we choose to believe or not to believe is exactly that! Garbage!"

"Answers with no questions, questions with no answers. Please give me a clue and I'll show you a riddle. Tell me a riddle, and I'll give you a clue! What kind of bass-ackwards, mixed message sending, garbled crap is that! We do not know why we are here. We do not know where we come from. And frankly, we are to the point in our existence where we just do not care!"

"For those of you who choose to follow false prophets and empty chairs of worship on your Sunday morning, instead of watching the football game? More power to your prayerful hearts. For those of you who have some blinking hope of grip left on reality down here on planet earth, we don't give a damn, save me a seat at the sports book because I got a hundred dollars on the underdog team this year!"

"Where is your god when children are dying? Where is your god when people are endlessly murdered for no good reason out of stupidity and hate? Where is your god when babies are being made out of wedlock in whorehouses, backseats of cars, hotel rooms and raped beds? Where is your god when a child is aborted? Where is your god when faggots, queers, lesbians, and niggers can all get a job right next to me on the employment line? Where is your god when...wait. I'm getting tired. I need a break, I..."

(a few moments passed)

"Okay. So anyway, where is your god when spics, chinks, wetbacks and towel-heads keep filling up my neighborhood with smelly food, dirty crumb snatchers, can't speaka da English with broke down cars in the front lawn! Where is your god when I have to pay taxes to feed and clothe poor little nigger babies, porch monkeys, mule rats, and honky cracker trailer trash in-breeds! And god forbid I give one thin dime to the street hustling penny thugs at every intersection crying out, "feel sorry for me because I'm a lazy drug head drunk with no education!" (is that water for me? thanks, I was starting to get dry mouth.)

(takes a sip and pause to catch his breath)

"Where was I? Oh yes. Now I was saying, where is your god when I am left picking up the pieces of a broken home after hauling bodies away from the scene of a gang killing? You got one gang shooting up and killing another gang over the music was too loud or they were wearing the wrong color clothes or they stepped on my shoes! For crying out loud, it's a pair of shoes!"

"And where is your god when little girls and boys, 8 to 15 years old, are sold into sex slavery and labor camps, sometimes by their own parents, just to make enough to get food! They're running kiddie brothels right under your nose in your neighborhood, right next to the meth lab."

"All I'm saying people is--have you lost whatever little bit of sense you had? Well, from the looks of it, I guess so. You're still stupid enough to sit in the projects, smoke weed, drink all day and sit on your lazy ass. You won't look for a job and when you do finally start working at that fast food restaurant, you wear your work uniform down around your knees, your cap to the back? You just can't get away from that ghetto mentality can you? Or maybe you finally realized that you're just a stupid, good for nothing, waste of DNA. Get a real life and stop sitting around spitting noises with your mouth, grabbing your crotches and bragging about how much money you have. You're a dead beat!"

"Here's a wake up call for you, you have nothing! You pay no taxes, you have no job, you sit around and pop babies out like Pez dispensers and then you ask people like me to pay for it! Let me tell you something. We don't owe you anything! You are where you are in your life by choice. If you don't like it, go the fuck back to Africa!"

"As for the spics, stop jumping over the border with your whole family on your back, crying and pleading to get into a country that doesn't want you here! If you do happen to make it by Border Patrol, be ready to have your women and children roped into Internet porn and be ready to have the men working slave labor in farms and factories. If you're lucky, you will get pass Satan's River and find jobs in housekeeping, landscaping or house nanny."

"No matter how many bilingual businesses you find, we stole this country from you and the sand niggers fair and square and we're not going to give it back! You got 15 in a car, 30 in a house, breed like bugs and break the back of our welfare and healthcare systems! Go the fuck back to Mexico!" We can only take so much loud ass circus music, low-riders and slutty 13 year old girls looking like hookers in training bras."

"And as for you slanted-eyed, little penis-having, car-making, electronics whiz creating, computer geek-glass wearing, fruit and grocery store on every corner of the city-having, me no speeky; me no dees; me no dah - and ha fa-fa-fa, ra-ra-ra! Wake up! We don't understand a damn word you're saying! When will you realize that you're just a flat faced, rice patty, karate chopper that makes the worst products on the planet and has the worst Republic second to Russia! Why don't you just leave behind the flat screen, PlayStation and Nintendo and take your yellow gook ass the hell out of this country! Unless you plan to bring us more technology that we can use for our own benefit, so...you can stay."

"And as for the native Americans, who we screwed over severely, here's the middle finger! Sit on it and rotate. You're so confused and backwards in your primitive thinking, you don't even have a god. You just dance around campfires in the desert chanting and ranting about making noise and singing to yourselves, praying to smoke and fire! Don't you realize that if there was a god, it wouldn't be in the smoke and mirrors and damn sure your yelling and smoking peace pipes is going to make it rain! Rain comes from clouds, not from you running your stupid ass mouth. Oh and by the way, animals don't have souls so your ancestors are pretty much worm food just like the rest of us. Get over it. They're dead and gone."


"Come to think of it, you're the stupidest one out of them all. You really believe for a moment I really care that Christopher Columbus NEVER discovered America! You really think I care that we landed on Plymouth Rock, stupid as a box of rocks, no sense whatsoever of survival and stole every natural fiber you stand for and used it for our own greed. Guess you didn't get the news report from Africa-could have learned something from your rumba jumping jungle bunnies over there. They could have given you a hint. Oh wait. They were too busy trying to get out of the Dutch slave ships where they were beaten, tied, and blistered and forced to do my dirty work! We gave you a reservation with nothing on it, but dirt, sand, and desert! We know nothing is ever going to grow there and eventually you will all starve to death and die! Why don't you do a rain dance about that or better yet --- why don't you do a strip mall, shopping plaza and master-planned community dance and learn how to get a freaking clue you loser!"

 
"What time is it? I have so much hate and so little time. I have towel heads I have to go blow up and kill in order to create more destruction across the earth. Or better yet...why don't you go chant, praise, sing, pray, burn incense, crawl on a rug or towel on the floor and tell your god to stop me! Please. I wish he would. This is my world. There is no god here. And everyday, every minute, every second you forget it, I will rape, kill, murder, and destroy one more of you until there is none of you left. A god? Don't make me laugh. Even if god was real...I am the closest thing you will ever come to know as a god."


"The next time you turn on the television you stole or pick up the magazine you use to cover your homeless head with, you will see my god. The next time you drive up...oh wait...walk up to the corner to catch to the bus or hitchhike and you see what is in the passenger seat of my automobile? You will see god. The next time you throw up the food you just scraped together on your food stamps I paid for and provided, it will be because you want to look like, act like, talk like, and be like - my god. The next time you get passed over for that promotion or hell, just get fired for no reason, get beaten in the street just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you will know my god."


"And maybe, just maybe, after all these centuries of death, destruction and hate. You will realize. You have no god." Or better yet. I am god.

STOP!!! What have we done? Is this who and what we are at the core? Just empty selfish beings with no regrets, remorse, sense of direction or purpose? Please, wake up. We are one. One being: One life: One planet. We must come together or ultimately, it will not be any outside force of nature or spiritual awakening that brings our final demise - we will wipe ourselves out and cease to exist by the hand of our own actions. So please. Wake up. Change starts with you. 

 We have taken every sacred holy day and turned it into a commercialized, market hype gimmick. You say, 'but I thought it was about dressing up and giving out lots of candy and throwing parties and festivities for children? And adults too, of course, if you know what I mean." True or market hype?

ALL HALLOW'S EVE 

Halloween means hallowed or holy evening. Halloween has its origins in the British Isles and with the Celts who lived there. They celebrated a fall festival called Samhain. This festival not only celebrated the end of summer's growing season, it also marked the beginning of the cold, hard, lean months to come. In the 9th Century, the Catholic Church named November 1, All Saints Day.  The night before, October 31, was known as All Hallow's Eve. The people believed the souls of the dead came to visit their former homes on this night.

But I thought it was about buying expensive gifts and who got the most presents and who could kill the most trees and stick them in their living rooms and burn the most electricity and have the highest electricity bill of the season? True or Market Hype?

CHRISTMAS

 The word “Christmas” means “Mass of Christ,” later shortened to “Christ-Mass.” The even shorter form “Xmas” – first used in Europe in the 1500s – is derived from the Greek alphabet, in which X is the first letter of Christ’s name: Xristos, therefore “X-Mass. Today we know that Christ was not born on the 25th of December. The date was chosen to coincide with the pagan Roman celebrations honoring and Mithras, a form of sun worship. These celebrations came on or just after the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year in the northern hemisphere, to announce that winter is not forever, that life continues, and an invitation to stay in good spirit.

But I thought it was about buying as many traditional items as possible from the local supermarket or grocery store, volunteering once a year at the local soup kitchen and sitting on the couch surrounded by tons and tons of hot foot that I overindulged on and ate so much of, I can't even button up my pants? True of Market Hype?

THANKSGIVING

The year is 1621. Pilgrims have migrated from England and were known as the Plymouth Colony. They built hasty shelters on the native lands and surrounding areas. They were unprepared for the starvation and sickness of the harsh winter. Nearly half of the original settlers died by the end of Spring. With the help of the Native American tribe, the Wampanoag, they were taught how to properly farm their land in order to have enough food to last the season. The following summer proved to reap a bountiful harvest. The Pilgrims declared a three-day feast December 13, 1621, in celebration and thanks for the help from their Native friends. For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were celebrated by individual colonies and states. It wasn't until 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.

 But I thought it was about bunnies that lay chicken eggs and they are filled with cream and sugar and chocolate and other sweet things? You know and then you have to find the eggs or buy the baskets full of cheap plastic toys that will break after two days or about getting dressed up in all white in some ridiculous tuxedo styled suit and go to church and act like I really know what the day is for? True or Market Hype?

EASTER

“Easter” is simply one of the names of a woman who mightily deceived the world and whose religion has caused untold suffering and misery.[14] She was clearly an enemy of Christianity, and her son Tammuz was an anti-Christ, a false messiah that ultimately deceived millions.

If you are Christian, it is not difficult to discern the bizarre deception and confusion that Satan has successfully orchestrated. For example, notice the embarrassing irony in these traditions which are practiced innocently by most people. They are repeated year after year, because they have become traditional and their origin is unknown to many. In actuality, Easter and Resurrection Sunday are two totally different things and act morally in opposition of each other. 

Need I go on? God does not give up on us. We give up on ourselves. Life is the evidence. Man has created false senses of security, filled with empty lies. It is tangible. The miracles must be within reach and realistic grasp in order to be considered as such. We are pleased to live in filth and disease. We are happy to wallow in ill repute. These are the lies we have come to base our sole decree. The truth is through the teaching of Christ you will see clearly the way of God; the promise of His Kingdom. We must feel hungry for the Spirit. Thirsty for the blood of Christ. Hungry for the body of Christ...

nothing حق پرست نطق مقدسى. شما bible بييستان! من لطفا خويش شما آسيب پذير محدود ساخته شده است
حقيقت.
از اطمينان مطلقى نمىدانيد! انسانهايى گذشته و nothing سرچشمه از آن. شما nor شما هيچيك معني حقيقت
every نزديك مسلكهاى آنها مال خود) و براي پاسخهايى آنها مستحق نيستند. آنها lead astray اسم مفعول
پيكر ديندار و رهبر آنها آه ناتوانى آنها را آه دورتر سطح سياسى relletyrots, آشيش shaman جادوگر

Stop! Please spare me your limited frail self righteous bible thumping oh holy
speech. You know nothing of truth. You know neither the meaning of truth nor the
source of it. You know nothing of absolute certainty! Humans were led astray by
their own ideologies, imaginations, and lusts for answers of which they are not
entitled to.

*They blame every sorcerer, shaman, priest, storyteller, religious icon and political

leader they can find to justify their inability to think beyond the surface of their

skin. Man is so confused and brainwashed by their own speech they have lost

every will and concept of truth. Speak nothing of the truth. As you do not; will not

and have never known the truth! Leave me go.

It was the first time I believe I ever heard the source get angry. I only attempted to match intellect and reach a level of sharing that would put the source and I on a common ground. I failed. The source left me feeling confused and shaken in my faith. I began to believe that what I had come to learn was truth for all was only truth for me. I began to understand that it was not about telling the truth in the absolute sense; it was about telling the truth that is most convincing or persuasive to others. 

We only say things to others that we feel will gain their trust, respect, admiration, understanding, etc. We far too often do not share the truth in fear that it will break the communication, tear down the relationship, and let go of the common understanding. If we were actually able to operate in
absolute, we would cease to exist.

As I rewrite the pages of my journal to share with you, I am surprised to find I did not make more pictorial notes for myself. I suppose all of the fantastic things I saw, heard, and experienced on my journey with the source were far too monumental to paint. The visions were overly detailed so much so my senses became sore at times. Looking back, the gentlest image the source ever shared
with me was the image of what truth really looks like in absolute certainty. 

It was how the source viewed truth compared to how mankind sees truth. While it was not much to look at from first glance, the message behind the image took our relationship to an entirely different level. For the first time, I saw the world through the eye of the source. The image was simple: and it looked like this...

In this picture, what do you see? The truth and your perception are two different things. Our truth is merely opinion. Opinions lead to false visions and lies. We need a sense of spiritual connection in order to feel real. To be a realist is to accept the truth, as it is, not as we perceive it. If God did not say it, don't say He said it.

*God chooses prophets to seek and share the truth. You can choose to live in your world of fantasy or live in the Lord's world of reality. I have said to you before, if you hear someone say 'honesty is the best policy while in same breath, they are telling you a lie? Run! A prophet's position in a group is individual. The group has no vision without a leader.

Opinion is man's way; Fact is God's way. They are not the same. Their appearance take similar shape, but end up on different journeys. For me, this simple concept was puzzling. The source wanted me to take the fact and form it into reality, but my opinion always got in the way. The image was not a crying face at all. It was a series of elements. Embedded in these core elements are the origins of birth, death and infinity.

ในความเป็นจริงมีความเห็นไม่เป็น มันไม่ได้อยู่ ความจริงคือที่ทำมาจากสามเหล่านี้ขึ้น
องค์ประกอบที่ไม่อนุญาตให้คิดนอกของชนิดใด ๆ มีวิธีที่คุณเป็น
เห็นมันวิธีอื่นเห็นมันแล้วมีวิธีที่มันเป็น

วิธีที่จะไม่สามารถเปลี่ยนแปลงหรือปรับลดอิทธิพลของความคิดเห็น จะเปิดให้บริการ
สมบูรณ์ ความคิดเห็นที่ปิดอยู่และมีข้อบกพร่อง
 

In truth, there is no opinion. It does not exist. Truth is made of up these three
elements that are impervious to outside thought of any kind. There is the way you
see it, the way another sees it, and then there is the way it is.

The way it is can not be altered, diluted or influenced by opinion. It is open.
Perfect. Opinion is closed and flawed.

So we set standards in life. Remember the limits. Be happy with others and yourself. But do not overstep your bounds. Pleasure cannot be a substitute for joy. True happiness lies within the gospel of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Create an urgency to get ready. We will be viewed by others and instead of lessening ourselves and our standards, set examples in your life.

This is a lesson to those wanting to learn. Share the gospel. This was shared with me and I wanted to share it with you. Seven days, seven ways to get through your weak days. Spend time in the Word of God. Sew the Word of God into your heart. The Holy Spirit will reap the power of the love of God, and the love of God will come out. If you sew your seed, God will grow it. Sing through the storm. Spend time with others who are strong in the Lord.

Weak Days:
Day One: The world? No, the Word.
Day Two: The false prophet? No, the Bible.
Day Three: The palm reader? No, the psalm writer.
Day Four: The horoscopes? No, the Holy Ghost.
Day Five: Drugs? No, the Deliverer.

*Learn to stand on the promises of God. He will not judge you on your performance, only on your promise to follow through. 

*There is greater wealth from living clean in a dirty world.

*Have mentors. Take good traits from the past and build on them. Keep the faith. Less talk; more listening. 

*Manage your gift. Do not treat people like inanimate objects. Do not sort by differences that detriment and change the script.

*Remember to compliment. One move in life has to compliment the other. If it fulfills the purpose, it is good. If it does not, it is unnecessary.

The lessons of life go on and on. We hear these small tokens of promise and feel better for the moment. We take in these daily affirmations in hope that it might change the outcome of our lives. For some, in a lot of ways it does. For most, it does not.

Death
A gift given by Yeshua.
Was his sacrifice to cure death with His Resurrection?
This is the reuniting of body and spirit and
Is issued to all mortals.
We must work our way to atonement.

A holiday such as the Lord's birthday, should be acknowledged and celebrated. But, Christmas, Christ-birth, has been mocked and defaced, changed to X-Mas or no-birth. Then replaced by Santa, an anagram of Satan. And then the day of resurrection, well, it was replaced by Easter, bunny rabbits, candy and...Ah! Ouch! My god, what is that sound?!  

 . עצמו   בפני   סותר   צבוע   אואן   מדע  . במדע   מאמין   העולם  . בעולם   שלך   האמונה   את   לשים   לא   זהיר
  זעזוע   דג   ריק   לב   מתענג   עצמי  . דרך   אותה   היא   דת  . מדע  ?" C "  מאחרי   חוץ  " E "  לפני  "  אני  "  המכתב
  אישית   לסידרה   להאמין   מוח   שטיפת   לך   להחזיק   יכול   ארוך   זה   איך   אבל  , להוכיח   דבר   לשום   יהיר
  בודאות  . דעה   שניהם   הם   והדרך   העולם  ! מספיק  . אמונות   של   אחרת   סידרה   מעל   אמונות   של   אחת
- מנגינה   כמו   היא   אמת  . אמת   יש   מושלמת
 

Be careful not to put your faith in the world. The world believes in science.
Science is contradictory and hypocritical even in and of itself. The letter "i" before
"e" except after "c?" Science. Religion is the same way. 

Scientists are no better than preachers. Just self-indulging, empty heart, pompous blow-fish with something to prove. But how long can it keep you brainwashed to believe one personal set of beliefs over another? Enough! The world and the way are both opinion.

*In absolute certainty, there is truth. Truth is like a melody; a sweet song of love. And you can dance to its lullaby for a lifetime. Take my hand.

Thank You

I asked God to take away my pain
God said no
it is not for me to take away
But for you to give it up
I asked God to make my body healthy
God said no
your spirit is whole
Your body is only temporary
I asked God to grant me patience
God said no
Patience is a by product of tribulation
It is not granted it is earned
I asked God to give me happiness
God said no
I give you blessings
Happiness is up to you
I asked God to spare me trials
God said no
You must grow on your own
But I will prune you to make you fruitful

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life
God said no
I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things
I asked God to help me love others
As much as He loves me
God said...Ah, finally you have the idea

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished upon a star? Somebody thought of that. Somebody believed it and look what it has done so far? All things seen and unseen are first created in thought. Reality is purely based upon the individual's interpretation. It was not uncommon along the journey to lose track of space and time. So often, I would find myself falling asleep in one place and waking in another without any recollection of how I got there. The source was of no help...

...never told me much except 'fear not, I am with you.' There were also many times I found myself
intertwining with another dimension. Some of the places, locations, and people seemed very familiar. This led me to believe they were places, people, and events from my past. However, just when I felt I was crossing the line of my yesterday, reminiscing if you will, I would fall sideways into tomorrow. 

And the past would become the future. This is the first journey I was able to record with permission of the source. It was surreal at first, but I soon realized it was actual events, happening in my current date and time. I was literally trapped in the memory of someone else's mind. I was becoming a dream weaver.

Is it what you expect?

The little child whispered, god speak to me and a meadowlark sang. 

But the child did not hear.

So the child yelled god speak to me! And the thunder rolled across the sky. 

But again the child did not listen.

The child looked around and said god let me see you and the star shone brightly.

But the child did not notice.

And the child shouted god show me a miracle! And a life was born. 

But the child did not know.

So the child cried out in despair touch me god and let me know you are here!

Whereupon god reached down and touched the child. 

But the child brushed the butterfly away

and walked away unknowingly.

Often times the things we seek are right before our eyes; is it what you expect?

Little miracles happen everyday. There are many who doubt the miracles spoken of in the Bible by ancient scribes. Some say they were illusions, magic, power of suggestion or holistic medicines, etc.

*What if I told you they were simple acts of mind over matter and anyone with the time, talent and patience could master them?

(The Real Jesus Series available on DVD)

It was said that Jesus performed many miracles. The greatest one was walking on water. How did he do it? He knew where the rocks were. Okay, I know that the practice of witchcraft and black magic is all tom foolery and none of this could possibly be taken seriously.

*Ask yourself. Did you tell the physician as they wrote your prescription, please take away my illness or disease? Did you look at the syrup, pill or needle and say it can't be so?

But that's just a small part of a larger conspiracy that some diseases are man-made by pharmacology companies to sell drugs. By creating the problem, they trick and fool us into believing that we can buy the solution in a bottle! Who's to say that the idea of Jesus is nothing more than cherry flavored hope or orange coated imagination?

*Be not entertained merely by words, but be confirmed in evidence. Curiosity leads to enlightenment. If I place before you, in plain language, all the ingredients of the simple, you will still seek wonderful.

*You choose the mystical because you do not want to believe that something so unbelievable can be so simple.

*The truth is yours for the bidding. Use it wisely. The outcome may be unpredictable, but you will indeed create your own miracles.

...fact or fiction...does it matter? Did anyone question the creation of something created from nothing until they found themselves completely absorbed by its effects? Does anyone really care how the signal of a satellite travels as long as they have a clear picture on their TV or cell phone? The invisible sky is endless. Do we really care how the cure for a fatal disease really works as long as we're healed? The lifeforms living in the unseen are countless. So ultimately, we don't really care if miracles really happened, we just want to know how to do them again so we can put them to profitable, good use! Black magic attempts to mirror the miracles of the ancient times and make them readily accessible to all people, not just deities and shamans.

Ultimately, it is all about power. We desire power more than anything else in the world. The power to heal, the power to fly and the power to control the free will of others. 

*That is man's undeniable, insatiable lust. It will eventually consume you and you will die in it.

Power-How to get it and How to Keep It

We shall be changed in a moment in the twinkling of an eye. (1 Cor. 15:51)

*Life: it is for the living. Speak it into reality. This is how all creation is done. From thought to material, it is spoken upon and made real. Power is the same way. It can become a material manifestation if you will it to be. This is the foundation faith is built on. You believe something to be true, therefore it is. Faith is made real by preparing the mind to act on it.

*Begin by realizing your belief system. See it clearly in your mind. Now visualize a positive experience and base your belief on the foundation of that experience. In time, your mind will naturally manifest images based on this new, positive experience and your body will fall in tune. The more action you take into bringing the images to life, the more your vision becomes reality.

So let's say I want to bring romance back into my life, kiss the negativity goodbye and love the dawning of each new day. I follow the process of reprogramming my heart and mind to channel in on this new belief system that romance is alive and well in me and I am prepared to give as well as receive. Sounds like affirmations.

*What you affirm in your mind will determine the direction the body will take. If you affirm negativity, it will come to you. If you affirm positivity, it will attract to you.

But bad things still happen to good people and vice versa. How do you explain that?

*Energy. It is a balance of energy. One must choose how to dispose of their negative energy in a positive way. Instead of acting frantically out of fear or anger, one can choose to rationally embrace the fear or anger and redirect the energy for something good.

So we choose car wrecks, natural disasters and bad things that happen out of our control?

*In a sense, yes. You do. What you, collectively, exude into the universe, the universe will ultimately give back to you.

The whole butterfly effect or chi, I get it. It all comes down to will power. Will power is the driving force that takes an idea from thought to reality. Faith is believing that your positive outlook will produce positive results, even in the face of adversity. They say misery loves company, well happiness unconditionally in love with passion, romance and a gentle spirit. 

*So take charge of your life by stirring up the positive energy inside you and use it to love and be loved again. 

Change in life never stops. It is the only thing that is truly constant. Change and time are one. It is how we welcome change that makes the difference.

Most people like to think they know what love is. Love has nothing to do with attraction. First of all, love cannot "see." Second of all, no one has control over who they love, because you don't choose love, it chooses you. So, what is love?


*Love is a force greater than the mind and heart combined. It can not be controlled by looks, materialism, points of compatibility, match making or any other man made market hype created to profit from one's deepest emotions.


We have misled ourselves to believe that love has something to do with tangible reality and it does not.


*Love is greater than you. Get over it. You have no control. Funny to mention this right after talking about power. But think about it. Who or what really has the power? Do you control the untouchable or does it somehow quietly control you? When was the last time you had any control over someone or something causing an emotional arousal in you? Whether it was anger or love or desire? You did not. It was how you reacted to the emotion or the actions you took as a result of the emotion that
made all the difference.

So power works like this. First you are overcome by something greater than yourself and then it is up to you to decide what to do with it and what to do about it. This is where your power comes in. Have faith in it. Control it and use it wisely. Speak it into reality and turn it from concept into the living breathing word. This is how all things are made.

Wait. It is getting cold in here. What the hell is that chill? It is almost 80 degrees outside and the air conditioner does not blow like that. Okay the lights just went out. Not funny. And damn it I mean it got cold in here quick. That is not normal. Hold on. I can not write in my journal and deal with this at the same time. I will be right back. Ok now something really is wrong. My Ouija board is gone. It was
sitting here like two minutes ago and now it is gone. What the... 

 

اتصل إلي خار ج شياطينك.
Call out your demons to me.

Call them out to you?

الموافقة.
Yes.
I can not. I am ashamed and embarrassed. I am a prisoner in regret of my thoughts.

  إنه  . خام   لحم   ممزق   يحبون   شياطينك   التي   ذوقا   و  أشم   أن   يمكن   روحا   أذبل   و  ظلامك   في
  آان   لكن   , تر   بأن   أراد   . خيالك   يقدن   التي   الأجناس   بين   بما   المتعلقة   العلاقات   الفسوق
. ظلام   في   يمشوا   بأن   لكن  , الضوء   في   آان   مشاهدة
In your darkness and withering spirit I can smell and taste your demons like torn
raw flesh. It is the fornication of interracial relations that drive your fantasies. You
want to see, but not be seen; be in the light, but walk in darkness.

Please stop. I cannot listen to this babbling.

 بأن   أراد   ممزق   يحبون   شياطينك   التي   ذوقا   و  أشم   أن   يمكن   روحا   أذبل   و  ظلامك   في

 . العالم   رغبات   إنه  . أنت   ترحيل   المصلب   هذا   إن   أسألك  . شعور   إلى   منيع   بعد   آان   يتلامس
. حنفية   على   نعيما   تريد
You want to touch yet be immune to feeling. I ask you what is this cross you are
carrying. It is the world's desires. You want bliss on tap. 

Stop it. Please!

  بأن   أراد   ممزق   يحبون   شياطينك   التي   ذوقا   و  أشم   أن   يمكن   روحا   أذبل   و  ظلامك   في

 . العالم   رغبات   إنه  . أنت   ترحيل   المصلب   هذا   إن   أسألك  . شعور   إلى   منيع   بعد   آان   يتلامس
. حنفية   على   نعيما   تريد
You want to eat your fears and digest pleasures beyond your own capacities.
Stop it! Shut up!

 تقتل   بأن   التي   الأمنية   أنت  ! النتيجة   مثل   و  لامبالي  , القلوب   قلبك   في   متهورة   آان   بأن   تمنى

  تريد  . فريسة   لأجل  rooftops  على   تجلس   و  الشجرات   بين   تمش   بأن   تتمنى  ! مات   عاش   و
. شياطينك   هؤلاء   إن  . التضليل   عالم   في   تعش   بأن
You wish in your heart of hearts to be reckless, careless, and act without
consequence! You wish to murder and live off the dying! You wish to walk among
the trees and sit upon the rooftops for prey. You want to live in a world of
delusion. These are your demons.

The source spoke louder and louder with each spill of truth. I can remember lying in the floor in a fetal position crying like a child who had just been scolded by her parents. As I was writing the message, the source was judging my heart. It was full of lust for power and worldly desire. I was writing of purity and truth and the source became angry because in my heart and mind, I was full of nothing but sin and guilt. I felt I had failed. I looked for my Ouija board everywhere, but it was gone. The room returned to normal temperature and the lights came back on.

Weeks passed and I had not heard from the source in some time. I wondered if because my heart was not pure that somehow broke my link. I tried making another connection, but nothing happened. I took an inventory of what could have caused the impression. Finally, I figured it out. It was the Ouija board. The source destroyed the board and removed it from my home.


For those passing weeks, there was a damp chill in my apartment and I could not get rid of it. I tried
prayer candles, blessings and praying out loud hoping that what ever hardening energy I allowed in would be gone. It would take another two weeks to finally clear the air and get my apartment back to some level of normal surroundings.


I confess though after that, I found it hard to sleep in my room anymore. I would find myself falling asleep in the living room more often than not. I put no stock in it and always found it to be nothing more than a silly meaningless game by Parker Brothers. I guess I was wrong. The source took the game away.

*Life-it is a work in progress. Life happens on purpose. It is God's way. 

The greatest game in the world is the game of life. It is not a matter of winning or losing. It is how you play that makes all the difference in the end.

 
*Life is a series of moments compiled into a tapestry of events. There is no such thing as past or future. There is only the here and now. Time is the continuance of here and now. Follow no path. Create your own. Success is not a destination-it is a journey; contrary to popular belief.

*This is the gift. It is the most precious gift of all. The gift of life is from God. God is life. Life is love. Love is everlasting. Therefore, you are everlasting. From immortal to mortal and to immortal again. This is your gift.


So where do we go from here? We are created from pure energy. In spirit, we only know life and death as concept. In the physical body, we experience life and death. When we sleep, the spirit and body become one. 

*It is here, in your dreams, you are reminded of where you came from. You are from the Divine. You are a part of the whole. 

Today was special. It was the first time I witnessed the source remove a soul from a dying body. It was not like the movies with a big light and a white shadow floating over a dead body. There was a heavy static with a cold, high pitched whizzing noise and a very dense smell. I was speechless. 

I watched on as a small child's spirit left this world. I bellowed out in tears as the scene unfolded. The short and brutal life of the child kept flashing overhead like quick cracks of thunder. The visuals were misty and hazy. The child was beaten, sexually abused and left to die in a pile of old blankets. Completely exhausted and all cried out, I wanted to leave this place, but was unable to move.

Without warning, I was suddenly moved to another grotesque scene of another horrific death. The source said it was the abuser and murderer of the baby in the first vision. It was not long before the same thing began to happen with this child. The source was recalling his soul from his body.


The child was 11 years old. The small baby was his sister. He could not live with what he had done to the defenseless little girl. His frail voice kept crying out, "Diablo me hizo hacerlo! ¡Déjame ir! Merezco morir en el infierno! ¡Déjame ir!"

When the father found out what the boy had done, he went into an angry, uncontrollable rage and cut the boy's throat from left to right and left him to die on the bed in his room.


There was a note on the poor boy's computer desk that read,". Lo siento mamá. Lo siento me hace sentir triste .."




There was nothing I could do. I was frozen in pain and sorrow as both of the children's bodies began to wither away like dead leaves on a cold winter's day.


Today, I witnessed death. But in the same instant, I witnessed birth.

 

Today, I was given a glimpse into the future. Today, I have seen the secret to the universe. Today, I walked in paradise. Today, I discovered, God is real. With overwhelming tears of joy, I cried. My heart was swollen with love and I felt like my body was drenched in warm light. I wanted to tell myself it wasn't real, but I could not wake up. It was real. It was life in pure form.

I imagined that I was a beam of light in search of unyielding knowledge. Images of my life flashed around me, but I was protected from the pain. In an instant, I was still. I was an adult, holding the hand of my younger self. The skies were bursting with color and constantly changing. In the wind, I heard a voice say, "today, it will all change. You will be given a new life. You will see things differently. You will become anew. You will experience life, not like others. You will teach, speak, learn and most importantly, listen. Through these ongoing changes, you will be given signs. When you hear my voice, do as I ask of you. From this day on, you will walk in the path of The Way; not of the world. Return to your place and remember I am with you always."

-DeMaster Thomas-