And Shooting Them is Illegal

I have a friend who has dreams that have meaning, and he had a disturbing one last night.

He’s going to college, and he shares a house with some other students. They entertain a lot. Yesterday some young ladies came over, and there was dancing.

My friend was on the couch, and he fell asleep. When the dream started, he still saw the couples dancing, but they were dead. Their flesh was falling apart, and he could literally see a foul stench rising up from them.

He saw destruction all around him, complete with snakes and swarms of flies. He was fine, but he couldn’t do anything for anyone else. They wouldn’t listen.

It’s completely consistent with what I’ve been seeing, and it’s very appropriate for his situation.

He knows a lot of foolish people who pretend to be Christians, yet who never change. They cause him a lot of problems. He sinks his heart into trying to save people. He hates to let anyone fall through the cracks. In other words, he has unrealistic hopes. God keeps telling him he has to let people go, and it’s hard for him to comply.

It’s not a suggestion when God tells you to drop unproductive people. It’s an order, and it’s important. People who refuse to change are a burden. They discourage you. They destroy your peace and your faith, and they take you away from people who can actually be helped.

In the Bible, sometimes God listened when his servants asked him to be patient with others. Sometimes he didn’t.

It’s disturbing to realize America is lost, and it seems strange to be thinking about it on a quiet, sunny spring day with a pleasant breeze blowing. But it makes sense; death takes time to propagate through a body. If you put a tourniquet on your arm, your hand won’t die and fall off immediately. It will feel completely normal at first. It takes time for numbness to set in, and after that you still have a long time to take the tourniquet off and restore the blood flow.

I don’t think America’s sunset will look bad to the lost. Not at first. Sexual deviants are gaining new ground and finding new acceptance. People who have been disenfranchised for very good reason are receiving new power over the rest of us. It must seem like the dawn of an age of enlightenment and peace to them.

These are the people who celebrate the rainbow, which is something that appeared after God killed the human race. You have to be severely deluded to consider a rainbow a good omen. The rainbow is God’s promise that he won’t drown us again. The next time he massacred a large number of rebels, he rained burning sulfur and pitch on them, and he will use fire again at the end of the world. That’s not something to be happy about.

Being burned to death is very bad, but it’s surely worse when you’re covered in a sticky substance that burns. You can’t run away from it.

When things get worse, it won’t change the minds of the perverse. They’ll blame Christians and Jews. Sooner or later, a day will come when people who know God exists will blame him openly. In the past, we had to deal with atheists and idolaters. In the future, the gloves will come off, and God’s enemies will be people who acknowledge his existence. That will be weird. We already see it here and there, but in the future, it will be considered normal and acceptable.

Unbelievers criticize Christians for any faults they can find or manufacture. One of their favorites is self-righteousness. All correction is seen as hate and conceit.

Sometimes they’re right, but another person’s self-righteousness isn’t a valid excuse for rejecting the truths he speaks.

It’s not easy to talk about God and repentance without sounding proud.

When I look at the rebellious, doomed people around me, I don’t see myself as superior to them. I see myself as an eleventh-hour Christian who strove to be like them until it stopped paying off. I wasn’t pulled out of the fire because I was a great guy. I simply wasn’t strong enough or brave enough to keep fighting God. And Satan always cheated me. He offered me prizes and then kept them from me or made them sources of pain and regret. I had to turn to God. I had nowhere else to go.

In 1986, I knew what I was supposed to be doing, and I stuck with it for about five years. I had a prayer life. Things didn’t go as well as I wanted; I had limited knowledge and understanding, and I was easily defeated. After that, I gave up and tried things the world’s way.

If I had stuck with God’s program, I would have made a ton of progress. My life would be very different now; it would be much better. I really blew it. I turned myself into a tangled knot of problems, and the process of repair is very slow.

If I tell people that, it won’t matter. They’ll still say I’m full of hate and pride. They can’t detect the truth, and they swallow lies without hesitation, so whenever I say anything helpful, I will be abused for it.

I blew it, but I still had warm blood in my veins when I repented, so I’m okay. The thing that sets me apart from the lost isn’t good character; it’s the fact that I gave up. Now I have to get used to being blessed and having a hard time sharing it.

We can’t fix America or the world. The game is over. All we can do now is glean. Here and there we will come across people who will listen, and we can help them get out of the path of destruction. In doing so, we will make them enemies of the world, but that beats serving the devil and joining him in his stinking dungeon.

We have to have realistic expectations. To expect more than is possible is to set yourself up against God. It takes you out from under his protection, and it cuts you off from his help.

If we are content with what God tells us to expect, we’ll have peace and support. That’s a pretty good deal.

I guess now I’ll sit back and marvel as sick individuals succeed in demonizing those who try to keep men out of women’s locker rooms and showers. I would say I have never seen anything like it, but that’s not true. I’ve read Genesis.

They Won; Get Over it

In recent weeks I’ve been getting information that leads me to feel that things are worse than we thought, and that there is less time to repent than I had realized.

This morning during my prayer time I looked at my phone to check the news, and after I put it down, I noticed that the screen was still on, so I took a look at it. A Bible app was open, and the phone was displaying Romans 1, which was the last chapter I had read on that phone.

Here is the part that caught my attention:

[A]lthough they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools, and changed the glory of the incorruptible God into an image made like corruptible man—and birds and four-footed animals and creeping things.

Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.

For this reason God gave them up to vile passions. For even their women exchanged the natural use for what is against nature. Likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust for one another, men with men committing what is shameful, and receiving in themselves the penalty of their error which was due.

And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting. . .

I see now that I was mistaken about something.

I thought the startling, abrupt tide of support for homosexuality and sexual confusion was the cause of America’s falling away from God. That’s not right. It’s an end-stage symptom of falling away from God. The fall is over. As the above passage shows, sexual perversion has increased because God has abandoned us to it.

It’s true that sexual iniquity will screw up your relationship with God, and it will make you weak and vulnerable, but what we are seeing now is not a nation that is endangering its relationship with God through sexual iniquity. We’re seeing a nation God has given up to sexual iniquity because we gave up on him and exalted ourselves!

I’ve been thinking of the gay army as though they were a threat to Christianity. They’re actually proof that Christianity has already been defeated.

Oddly, there is some peace that comes with that. Knowing which battles to fight is extremely important. When you know a battle is lost, you can move on and work on something at which you can actually succeed. If you keep fighting the wrong battles, you live in perpetual frustration, and that’s not good. It takes away your peace. It erodes your faith. It kills your motivation to carry on. It also wastes your time.

When the Allies invaded Europe, they created fleets of phony tanks, trucks, and planes. Some were inflatable. They looked real from the air. They put them in position to attack Calais, a city about a hundred miles from the beaches where they intended to land. The Nazis saw the fake equipment from the air, and they thought the Allies would land at Calais. They moved a lot of their resources away from the actual landing site, making the invasion easier for us.

If you’re fighting the wrong battles, there must be important battles you’re not fighting.

Christians are out there screaming that God will judge America if we keep promoting perversion, but perversion IS the judgment.

People want to debate, or they want to yell on street corners. They want to hold giant prayer rallies to save America. In reality, we’re better off focusing on individuals who can be pulled out of the mess.

God is like a hobby machinist who buys ruined metal parts at a junkyard and turns them into useful projects. He shops at the dump. Now we’re faced with the same situation. America has become a dump, and we have to pick out whatever can be repaired.

It’s sickening to watch professional “prophets” like about the giant waves of prosperity and victory God is going to send over America. They spew that nonsense year after year. Have you ever seen it happen? Of course not. But plenty of individuals get plucked out of the mess.

These are the same ninnies who are going to start receiving “revelation,” saying God thinks homosexuality is great. Some are already publicizing their new views.

The less you exalt God, the harder it is for you to perceive the truth. It’s funny; Adam and Eve gave up their lives in exchange for the knowledge of good and evil, and now the devil has managed to bargain even that away from us.

You have to exalt God verbally. It’s not enough to try to please him with your actions. You have to say he is great. You have to say thank you, over and over. You have to say that you recognize Satan for a fool, and that you reject him. You have to say you repent. When you praise and honor God, and you show humility, you are lifted up toward him, and the fog of lies parts. When you fail to praise him, you sink into deception.

Satan is probably insane. People wonder why he fights God, having seen his power up close. Satan is probably so crazy he can no longer tell what’s right. He probably believes God is wrong, and that God can’t win.

It makes sense that people who listen to Satan would think it’s normal for two men to have sex, or that it’s a good idea to cut your body up to resemble a comic book character, demon, or animal, or that God wants them to cover themselves with “Christian” tattoos. There is literally no limit to the absurdity of what you can believe when you’re far from God. This is true of people, and it’s probably true of the spirits that deceive us.

I know a person who has Satan’s own personality. This person always loved lies and hated the truth. Now she appears to be genuinely mentally ill. She will lie to people about things she knows they witness together! Either she can’t discern the truth, or she know longer thinks the word “truth” has any meaning. If Satan’s children lose their minds through deceit, it has probably happened to him, too. God’s children become like God, so one would expect Satan to resemble his own children.

The more you exalt God, the more truth you perceive, and the more truth you perceive, the less you want to listen to the blather of deluded human beings who can’t hear what you hear.

More than ever, I understand why I had to dump social media. I was giving piano lessons to deaf people.

This morning, I realized I can go farther than that. There is no law saying I have to permit comments here, so I’m not always going to let people respond. I don’t want to get caught up in snipe hunts and diversions. If you think I’m wrong, talk to God about it. After all, he’s the source of wisdom. I’m not.

The Bible says we should enter God’s presence with Thanksgiving. I used to think that was like saying you should take a cake when you visit relatives. Now I think that’s wrong. I think the psalms are actually saying “come before his presence with thanksgiving” the same way you or I might say “enter the house with a key.” Thanksgiving and praise are the correct tools to use to get into God’s presence. They open the door.

When you pray, spend time thanking and praising God. Explain that you reject the devil, and that you know God is always right. Don’t just toss prayers out without warming up. Show a little respect. It will pay off.

Don’t feel like a nut if you choose to get rid of cable, drop certain friends, delete your social media accounts, and so on. It’s healthy, as long as you have God to replace all that. It’s normal. The constant bombardment with wrongness is what’s not normal.

Sorry about the comments. Don’t worry. You will not explode.

This Place is a Mess

Today I came across an apocryphal text I had never heard of before. It’s called The Ascension of Isaiah. It’s about a vision Isaiah had. I was very moved by it. Usually, when you read an apocryphal book, you can tell right away that it’s nonsense. Sometimes, though, they contain a lot of truth.

Isaiah lived during the times of Hezekiah and Manasseh, two kings of Judah. Hezekiah was not a bad king, but his son Manasseh was a murdering devil-worshiper. He welcomed the filthy false religions of the time, and he had prophets killed.

Isaiah told Hezekiah Manasseh would cause Isaiah to be cut in half with a saw. Hezekiah was very upset, and he decided to kill Manasseh, but Isaiah told him that the messiah (yet unborn) would not permit Hezekiah to do it.

Hezekiah died, and Manasseh began promoting idolatry. Manasseh listened to a false prophet named Belchira. Isaiah left Jerusalem and moved to Bethlehem, but Bethlehem was also disgusting, so he moved to a mountain in the desert. A number of prophets joined him.

Guess what made Belchira and the apostates mad? The real prophets predicted judgment for Judah and Jerusalem. The false prophets were just like Joel Osteen and Larry Huch. They predicted warm, fluffy things. It’s funny if you think about it; false prophets love to appear warm and comforting, but they’re also the people who are ruthless and sadistic to real prophets. Classic manipulation.

Belchira had the favor of the worthless king, and he was able to have Isaiah captured and tortured. He had the saw applied to Isaiah, and as the cutting started, he taunted Isaiah and tried to get him to recant. Belchira and the other false prophets were laughing and celebrating as the blade cut into Isaiah.

They were sort of like the people who are glad to see Christian bakers bankrupted by homosexuals who suddenly decide only a Christian bakery can fill their cake needs. They saw the righteous as wicked people who caused problems.

Here is what Isaiah said: “So far as I have utterance (I say): Damned and accused be thou and all they powers and all thy house. For thou canst not take (from me) aught save the skin of my body.”

Furthermore, Isaiah had a vision as he was cut, and after the vision began he was no longer able to see or hear Belchira. The Holy Spirit spoke through him during the murder, until it was finished. The book says he didn’t weep or cry in pain.

Other stories say Isaiah hid in a tree, and he was killed when the tree was cut. You be the judge.

There are a lot of interesting things about the book. For one thing, it predicts the rise of a world leader who is possessed by Satan. It says he will work great miracles, such as making the sun rise at night. He will call himself God and demand sacrifice.

Of course, this is the Antichrist.

Think how happy a man like that would make the gay army. Killing Christians who disagree with them, exalting every type of sexual sin, and appearing to confirm everything they believe…he would give them a god they could believe in and worship without reservation. He would turn the tables on generations of human beings who imposed harsh penalties for sexual perversion. The appeal is obvious.

Look what it says about the return of Jesus:

And afterwards, on the eve of His approach, His disciples will forsake the teachings of the Twelve Apostles, and their faith, and their love and their purity.

And there will be much contention on the eve of [His advent and] His approach.

And in those days many will love office, though devoid of wisdom.

And there will be many lawless elders, and shepherds dealing wrongly by their own sheep, and they will ravage (them) owing to their not having holy shepherds.

And many will change the honour of the garments of the saints for the garments of the covetous, and there will be much respect of persons in those days and lovers of the honour of this world.

And there will be much slander and vainglory at the approach of the Lord, and the Holy Spirit will withdraw from many.

And there will not be in those days many prophets, nor those who speak trustworthy words, save one here and there in divers places,

On account of the spirit of error and fornication and of vainglory, and of covetousness, which shall be in those, who will be called servants of that One and in those who will receive that One.

And there will be great hatred in the shepherds and elders towards each other.

For there will be great jealousy in the last days; for every one will say what is pleasing in his own eyes.

And they will make of none effect the prophecy of the prophets which were before me, and these my visions also will they make of none effect, in order to speak after the impulse of their own hearts.

What a picture of the modern church!

Forsaking the teachings of the Apostles…done.

Much contention…done.

Many love office though devoid of wisdom.

Look at the Pope. He’s just a common socialist. You could put his hat on Bernie Sanders and see little difference. He talks about worldly issues all the time. That’s because he knows virtually nothing about God. He’s just a politician.

Look at the prosperity preachers. They’re generally vulgar louts with no education and no class, but they live like emperors, surrounded by fawning toadies who bury themselves in debt to pay for tailor-made suits and jet airplanes.

It’s as if Isaiah had the Internet and cable TV.

There are other remarkable things in the book.

For one thing, Isaiah describes our flesh as “garments” and the skin of animals. I have often thought that the skins God gave Adam and Eve were probably their flesh bodies. It makes complete sense. Our flesh is exactly like animal flesh, right down to the DNA.

Isaiah describes glorified bodies as garments, too. And he describes the Rapture, in which we will leave the flesh behind and ascend to heaven.

Look at this:

And there I saw Enoch and all who were with him, stript of the garments of the flesh, and I saw them in their garments of the upper world, and they were like angels, standing there in great glory.

Another interesting thing about the book is that it confirms what God has shown me about the world: it’s a low, trashy place which is much more like hell than heaven. It’s a place where we fight over garbage, thinking it’s important.

Satan is “the Prince of the air,” which means he has power in the first heaven, which is the atmosphere of the earth. Because we worship him, the earth is like his realm:

And we ascended to the firmament, I and he, and there I saw Sammael and his hosts, and there was great fighting therein and the angels of Satan were envying one another.

And as above so on the earth also; for the likeness of that which is in the firmament is here ont he earth.

People like to think the fallen angels get along and obey orders, but why would they? One of the reasons mutiny doesn’t work is that the leaders have no authority. If the crew of The Bounty deposes the captain, who represents the British crown, there is no one with real authority in charge. It’s scary to attack someone who has the British navy behind him, but who cares about a man who only has his sword and whatever allies he can scrounge up among the mutineers?

The spirits that hate God don’t get along. They’re just like us. They fight for dominance all day, because they have to. They have no one on the throne of heaven to keep them in power. This is why Jesus said a house divided against itself would not stand.

Isaiah also spoke of supernatural blindness, saying only certain people who were present could hear what he said about his vision, and that when Jesus descended to earth, the spirits were not able to recognize him.

You have to exalt God if you want to perceive him, and if you contemn him, one of the penalties is supernatural blindness and lack of faith. It sounds strange, because the Bible says God isn’t willing for any to perish. You would think he would work hard to put faith in everyone, at all times. That’s not how it works. If you are sufficiently disrespectful, God himself will put blindness in you.

The scenario the book presents is not what you would expect to hear from a Catholic priest or a babbling idiot on TBN, but it’s very consistent with what the Holy Spirit says. There are levels to existence. This level is very filthy and cheap. The people who will be lifted out of it are the humble and teachable, not those who have perfect willpower. People who serve Satan on earth are deceived; they think evil is not merely good, but divine. They think God’s values are disgusting and vile.

The book seems inspired to me. If not, it must have been written by someone who had been exposed to the truth and who was familiar with it.

I also looked at Lot’s story today, in the Bible and in Jubilees. The destruction of Sodom is a picture of the end of the world. Before burying Sodom in flaming sulfur, God made a bargain with Abraham. He agreed to spare the city if ten good men could be found in it. That would be something like a tenth of a percent.

The ten men never turned up. Sodom was too filthy at that point. But it shows that God won’t completely withdraw his mercy while there are good people who will suffer with the bad. It makes a solid case for the Rapture. If God wouldn’t destroy Sodom for the sake of ten people, he can’t bring the Tribulation while hundreds of millions who worship him are here.

The closer you get to God, the more he will separate you from the world. People are filthy and deceived, and their problems are contagious. Lot suffered with his miserable neighbors day after day for years, and when they tried to rape the angels, God gave Lot relief. If you’re trying to please God, you’re not going to be happy unless there is some distance between you and the horde, and you’re not going to be able to focus on him.

Separation

A little more info.

What’s going on in my life this weekend is a little like the Rapture, but it’s also a little like the Tribulation.

The Rapture will be the proximate cause of the Tribulation. God’s wrath is held back by the presence and prayers of people who believe in him. Once those people are gone, God will have nothing to hold him back. Virtually no one on earth will be praying for his help, and a great number of people will be insulting him and provoking him.

I have a prayer list. It’s a list of people I pray for every day. I pray for them to receive help in most areas of their lives. This morning, God shook up the list. I only prayed for two people.

When I was a physics teaching assistant, we had kids paired as partners. They did experiments together, and they were allowed to help each other write reports. When exams rolled around, though, they were on their own. The head T.A. I worked for said that if you want to see who’s pulling the train, you separate the cars.

Right now, God is separating the cars.

There are people who benefited from my prayers over the last several years, who are about to be tossed in the pool to see if they can swim. The objective of Christianity isn’t to carry people on your back forever; it’s to teach them to walk. They get a certain amount of help, and then they either walk on their own, or they sit and fail.

I’m getting some rest. Other people are getting a wake-up call.

I know most of them will not do very well. Most are stuck in churches that teach garbage, and they don’t listen to me. Some pretend to listen but do whatever they want on their own time. I am going to have to sit back and watch some people fail.

This is what God’s life is like. Even though he is exalted, he has abased himself in order to help us. Time after time, he has put himself out, stretching the envelope of what he can do without losing his status as God. He gives us everything we need to succeed, and then he rests, and we throw it all away and fail.

To be a child of God, you have to endure a certain amount of what he endures.

Am I wrong to quit praying for people? Don’t I have a choice? Not really. If you’re Spirit-led, you get guidance from God, and you’re supposed to listen and obey. God told Paul to avoid the people of Asia Minor instead of going to preach to them. You’re not always supposed to do every nice thing you can.

God brought about these events in my life by teaching me to exalt him. Once I started doing that. things started moving faster. He also showed me that exalting him is the key to protection.

God is a person of dignity and high office. He has to be treated with respect at all times. This principle applies on earth, too. It applies to human beings. He hates it when people mistreat and insult people who are better than they are.

There are certain things God will permit his children to suffer, but if you exalt him and give him his dignity, he will exalt you, and that makes him less willing to allow others to abuse you.

God limited the suffering of Jesus. He only suffered for one day, the Jews and Romans were only allowed to do certain things to him, and when it was over, God did not permit him to experience rot. His corpse was not left in the tomb long enough to stink.

God hates the behavior of brats and churls. He mutilated the children who insulted Elisha.

The world has become filthy and crass. The things people say to each other now are unbelievable. The problem is worst on the political left. They glory in filth and viciousness. They say things so disgusting that merely to read them is to be harmed.

When things get sufficiently bad, God is going to remove people he has exalted. Watch and see.

I started doing a better job of exalting God, and suddenly, I was pulled closer to him. I was pulled aside. I am seeing less of the world’s filth. I know I’m going to receive more protection now. As the psalms say, if you satisfy certain conditions, including contemning vile people in your heart, you will be protected; you will not be moved. Contemning the vile is just the flip side of exalting God.

We have a nation that exalts the vile. We have shock humor, musicians who literally receive worship, and a culture of cruelty and disrespect. No wonder America is defeated by people who used to run from us.

Learn from this stuff if you want to do well. Don’t wait for hard knocks to beat it into you.

I’ll Have the Penne Alla Arabbiata

I had to run an errand today, and while I was out, I thought a lot about how much I was enjoying not being on Facebook.

I hadn’t realized how strongly Facebook influenced me. Every time I looked at it, I saw Christians posting toxic ignorance (“Do you love Jesus? Share this or go to hell”). I saw proof that God wasn’t getting through to people (who had no excuses). I saw half-naked or sometimes completely naked women. I saw unjustified anger, self-pity, and lots of victim behavior. I even saw Christians promoting Bernie Sanders, which is like Poles supporting Hitler.

Having worldliness in your face via the Internet gives your flesh strength in its battle against you. Even though there may seem to be no connection, it will cause you to give in to temptation more readily, even when you’re away from the PC. I’m doing better now.

I did not see that coming.

Jesus told the disciples that if a town refused to receive their blessings, they were to leave and shake the dust off their feet as a gesture of condemnation. He wasn’t just talking about dirt and towns. He was telling us about the Rapture.

We are God’s feet. The world is a big bowl of festering puke, but we are left here after we receive salvation so we can reach others and pull them out. Dirt is flesh. The flesh makes us dirty. It opens the door to iniquity and disease. It’s a handle and a doorway for Satan. We are stuck here temporarily, and it is inevitable that we will slip and do stupid things from time to time. The world is a terrible influence.

When the Rapture comes, God will shake the dust–our flesh–off of us, and it will be a gesture of judgment against the people who didn’t listen.

Life is full of little raptures. If you cancel your porn channels, it’s a rapture. If you quit arguing obsessively about politics, it’s a rapture. If you leave a prosperity church, it’s a rapture. I was raptured out of two diseased churches and a whole bunch of relationships.

Dumping social media is a rapture, too. It’s very good for me. It will help me stay cleaner. Blogging will follow if I live long enough.

My departure is not good for the people who saw the useful things I posted. That stuff is all gone now. It could have helped them. But the harm to me had started to outweigh the benefit to others, so I was told to quit.

I didn’t deactivate my account. I deleted it. POOF. Gone, entirely. No use playing around.

I didn’t say goodbye.

While I was driving here thinking about how great it was going to be to delete my account, I remembered a dream I used to have. Several times I dreamed I drove an SUV off an overpass, just like the Illinois Nazis in The Blues Brothers.

Each time, I thought it was real. I looked down through the windshield and saw the ground coming up at me, and I knew it was over. There was no way to survive. I felt exhilarated. Finally I was going to see the better part of life. I felt very sober and serious, but I felt no fear at all. I was eager to go on.

I felt that way today while I was driving. I felt as if I were about to go on a trip to Europe and leave this country and my American problems behing.

Does it mean anything? Pray and find out. I’m just telling you what I felt.

I used to assume that a person had to be super holy to get caught up in the Rapture. I thought it would only be for complete fanatics who almost never sinned. Now I’m not so sure. I fully expect 99% of Christians to be left behind, but I don’t think the people who make it will have to be carbon copies of Jesus.

The selection process probably has a great deal to do with humility, willingness to change, and the amount of hatred the world has for you. Part of the purpose of the Rapture is to protect people who exalt God. He himself is invulnerable, and the more you exalt him and humble yourself, the more he will exalt you and share his own blessings with you.

If the world really has it in for you, and you are treating God with the proper love, respect, awe, and gratitude, God has a lot of incentive to pull you out. A lot of our vulnerability comes from having the wrong attitude toward God.

I don’t know what’s happening. I’m not starting a cult. Don’t emasculate yourself, drink poison, or buy white sneakers. I’m just relaying my observations and experiences.

I always thought I would get a lot more done than I have, but who can say? If I have to be an eleventh-hour refugee, I am thrilled to get the chance.

I don’t care. I would be happy to go. This place is a mess. As far as I’m concerned, so long, and thanks for all the fish. I would rather go sooner than later.

Death doesn’t have to be a dumpster fire. My great-grandmother was a charismatic. She quit going to doctors at a certain age. She didn’t need them. When she was 85, she told her children she was going to die. My grandfather told her she had indigestion, and he went about his business. She got in bed and died while he was gone.

That’s how I want to go. Either that or a meteor. I have always hoped for a meteor. You can’t beat that level of surprise. Nothing knocks your consciousness out of a corrupted meat sack like a meteor.

Things are going to keep getting better. Worry is going to disappear. The sabbath starts a little early if you pay attention. Whether I’m here for ten minutes or another forty years (please, no), the future is brighter than I can imagine.

Keep moving forward. Good stuff lies ahead. You will see it in due time.

Maybe I’m not Applying Myself

It’s 10:31 a.m., and I’m already having an interesting day.

Every day I ask God to schedule my time and prevent it from being wasted. You would think the answers would be obvious. I would get up and clean and arrange and repair. I would study. I would help this or that person. It’s not like that.

God loves the sneak attack.

I watch the tube more than I used to. I watch when I’m taking the birds out for air, and I am hopelessly addicted to mealtime TV. But TV is terrible, so I have had to master Youtube and the DVR. If you can connect your PC to your TV, and you can learn to use the DVR well, you will always have something worth watching.

Okay, often. Not always.

I started recording old movies, because I felt like my cultural literacy was expiring. There are some movies everyone should watch, simply to have the experience in common with other people. There are also some old flicks that got very little attention, yet which have something to recommend them.

This weekend I watched Canon City, which is a 1948 movie named for a prison town in Colorado. It currently hosts the United States Penitentiary, an all-supermax facility. It’s the king of all American prisons. It’s the closest thing we have to hell. It’s where we put people we really, really do not want to see among decent people again.

Supermax is where you go when the thought of you escaping is too much for the corrections people and your judge to bear.

The movie was about another prison in Canon City; the Colorado State Penitentiary.

Canon City is a docu-drama. Some of the players were actual convicts and prison staffers, and it was about a real escape that took place in 1948. One of the escapees was James Sherbondy, a man who murdered a deputy when he was 17.

In the movie, Sherbondy is a model prisoner. He runs the prison darkroom. When the other prisoners come to him to try to get him to hide guns in the darkroom, he turns them down, hoping instead to make parole. They sneak the guns into the room against his will, and he decides to go along with the plan.

When the convicts escape, Sherbondy is the last one caught. He invades a home and holds the family hostage. One of the children, a little boy, has appendicitis, and the mother pleads with Sherbondy to let her take him to the hospital. After she promises to keep quiet, he lets her go. That actually happened.

Prior to the appendicitis scene, Sherbondy (the film version) stands up and makes a whiny speech about how hard his youth was, and he tells the family crime doesn’t pay. He praises the deputy he killed.

Of course, he gets captured, but not until the husband, moved by Sherbondy’s behavior, tries to drive him past the police.

Naturally, I had to look this up.

James Sherbondy killed deputy sheriff Oscar Meyer (his real name) during a traffic stop. Sherbondy was a truant and a thug. Meyer, who foolishly did his job unarmed, confronted Sherbondy, and Sherbondy shot him in the chest. Sherbondy fled in Meyer’s car and left him to die. A good Samaritan stopped, and Meyer fingered Sherbondy before he died.

Sherbondy never expressed remorse for the killing. He lived to be 49 years old, and he never said he was sorry.

Sherbondy was eventually paroled. He got into trouble again when the cops stopped a car he was riding in. They were looking for the three other occupants, not Sherbondy. Unfortunately, Sherbondy was armed, and he had some pipe bombs with him. He shot a policeman four times, and the police killed him.

There was a surprising deep message in the film’s narration. The narrator said the prison housed people who always had to have things their own way, and who were willing to break the rules to make it happen. That is a perfect summation of the criminal mind. I actually heard a psychopath say she took drugs because of the stress she felt when she didn’t get her way.

Why relate all this? Because it’s a lesson in misplaced sympathy.

James Sherbondy was hopeless. He was never rehabilitated. He tutored kids and did prison jobs in order to get time taken off his sentence, but he remained a criminal. Releasing him was a mistake that got a good man shot. It was a waste of effort.

The world is full of Sherbondys. I am related to at least one. They’re not rare. Like the clay bottles in the Bible that can’t be reshaped once the necks become stiff, people reach a point where they can’t be fixed, and the only rational thing to do is to put them in hell where they can’t torment the rest of us or contemn God any longer.

You can’t tell who is who, because you can’t see men’s hearts. A long time ago, I learned that I can’t tell when people are lying to me, and I can’t tell who is or is not worth saving. We tend to look for existing goodness in people. That’s wrong. The thing that qualifies people for help isn’t goodness; it’s the potential to continue becoming more good.

A child molester in a federal penitentiary may be worth more of your time than your local priest.

I wasn’t trying to connect molestation with the priesthood, but I’ll leave that anyway.

If you can’t change, you’re much worse off than someone who is filled with iniquity and evil yet who is willing to admit fault and submit to God.

Pride is what makes improvement impossible.

Our culture is in love with pride right now. We have become convinced that it’s a good thing. This is a new thing for America. In the past, we always thought pride was dangerous. Now we cultivate it.

Because of our love of pride, necks are stiffening all over the place.

The rise in immorality is very bad. It’s bad when we sin. But the thing that is bringing judgment on us is the pride more than the sin. You can get past sin and please God, but that’s not possible if you’re proud. Pride is a vaccine against sanctification.

I bring this up today because I keep feeling like it’s time for me to withdraw even more than I already have, and I think bad things are in our near future. Maybe I should say “your” near future, because I don’t see it landing on me.

I feel like God is helping me understand his actions before he takes them. We are becoming too proud to help, so abandonment will be God’s only rational option.

I don’t require any explanation from God. It’s not my place to demand one. But it’s interesting.

Sooner or later we will reach a critical point, and America’s protection will be gone in a hurry. We may be there right now.

I feel like it’s time to cut way back on the list of people I pray for. You’re not required to keep priming a pump on a dry well. You put in the time God thinks is appropriate, and then you move on. Hopefully there are some people out there who will respond better.

If you’re Spirit-led, you can’t really waste time. Everything is redeemed. Even the time you spend watching Turner Classic Movies. Things are planned in advance. They’re not always obvious.

I don’t know what’s going to happen, but stay in prayer and keep your knees bent. It’s working for me.

Blot it Out and Find Rest

I’m red-hot this month. I used to blog several times a day. Then I went away for weeks at a time. Then I came back and blogged a couple of times per month. Yesterday I blogged twice.

It’s an eruption. I’m a juggernaut of Internet bombast.

I do not know how long it will last.

A few days back I dumped Twitter and Instagram. I thought they were boring, and Twitter was also tawdry. I rarely participated in either service. Today I woke up and prayed, and I started to feel like it was time to cut back on Facebook.

How will my 61 “friends” live? I’m sure it will be rough on them.

When I went back to church in 2008 (is that the right year?), I started making new friends. I found myself faced with a new experience. For the first time, I had to deal with Christians who were complete hypocrites.

That’s harsh, isn’t it? But it’s true.

I went to Miami’s Trinity Church, which is something like 80% black. The pastors there (white) only cared about fame and money, so they were extremely reluctant to correct anyone. They were terrified that people might leave and take their credit cards with them. The people were generally on board with this. Correction wasn’t their favorite thing, either.

As a result, the parking lot was full of Obama stickers. How can you have Obama stickers on cars in a charismatic church? It’s like swastikas on BMW’s parked at a synagogue. But there they were.

I couldn’t tell anyone anything. That’s an exaggeration, but it was nearly true. The people were used to being told they were victims. They were never held accountable, except for not giving the pastors enough money or free work. They didn’t want to hear that it was hypocritical to vote for convenience abortion, or that socialism is covetousness. They just wanted the false monetary promises of trashy preachers who dressed like rodeo clowns.

If you read this blog post to them today, 90% would have no idea what I was talking about. That’s how ignorant people at Trinity are.

I was not the greatest Christian on earth, but I was not completely dim, either. God told me more and more about the problems with the church, and as I wised up, I went from ardent supporter to supporter with reservations to happy refugee.

I knew more than they did when I got there, and by the time I left, God had shown me so much, I felt like I might as well have been attending a Hindu temple.

I moved on to New Dawn Ministries, and they were a lot better, but they had horrendous problems with pride and anger, and the pastors were very lazy. They grew a certain point and then got hung up, like breech-birth babies digging their heels into the side of the birth canal.

The pastors were rude to me publicly, even though I was a deacon, so I took the hint and stopped going. But I continued writing stuff about God on Facebook, as I felt moved. I would get up and pray every morning, and God would show me great things, and I would pass them on. I figured God had a purpose in it.

Now I feel like letting Facebook go. Anyone there who is willing to listen has already listened, and the rest are a waste of time. It’s a bummer, looking at the same people posting the same garbage over and over, proving their development is arrested. It affects my own morale; that’s not a small thing. I have a right to consider that and protect myself.

Apart from that, Facebook is a plantation, like The Huffington Post. It runs on unpaid labor.

Arianna Huffington managed to convince dozens of people she was doing them a favor when she allowed them to write for her for nothing. Jeff Zuckerberg has done more or less the same thing. Every day millions of people fill his site with free content, and they surveill themselves continuously, which is a big help to the government. In exchange we get almost nothing, and when we have issues with Facebook, they treat us like the unimportant, powerless, fungible creatures they perceive us to be.

That’s how life is, when you’re the tail and Jeff Zuckerberg is the head.

People are getting strongly addicted to the Internet plantations. Sooner or later, people like Zuckerberg will have a lot more power over us than they do now. There will be a price for the free advertising and networking.

If you’re not dependent on it, you won’t care.

A blog is more like a ranch than a plantation. A blogger owns his medium. Until persecution gets really bad, I’ll be able to say anything I want here. No one can report me to a gang of pimply genderless twerps who have the power to censor me. That’s nice.

There is a dark side to all this. I definitely get divine revelation, and I have been sharing it. If I feel that I should stop doing that, then it’s likely that God is giving up on some people.

Hunter Thompson, the immature, miserable humorist who died in disgrace and defeat, once wrote about going to a doctor. He complained that he was sweating a lot. He was taking a lot of drugs and drinking a great deal. He said the doctor told him he shouldn’t be worried unless the sweating stopped, because the sweat was his body’s way of flushing out the poisons Thompson ingested.

People who tell others about God are like Thompson’s sweat glands. While we maintain the flow, there is hope. If we stop, it means God is giving up on people who wouldn’t listen. It’s a bad sign.

If you serve God, you’re supposed to have a life of victory and peace. That can’t be true if you spend the entire thing pleading with people who waste your time and refuse to listen. There is a limit to what God will require you to do. He will take you aside when needed and give you rest. I believe that’s what’s happening to me. It doesn’t mean I’m a great person. It just means I’m not the world’s toilet paper. I have certain rights as an heir, and they can’t be entirely nullified, with no respite.

Just as you have to approach God with gratitude, thanks, and humility, you are limited in what you can do to his people. God can’t be God if you treat him like a churlish servant who owes you, and a Spirit-led person can’t function correctly if he is perpetually frustrated and disrespected.

I feel that things are getting worse faster than I expected. Jesus said he would return at a time when we didn’t expect him, and he was not a liar. We’re waiting for God to count to three, but he’s actually going to say, “One, two,” and then drop the boom on us.

My emotions are mixed. I am tired of this world. It has a stink that rises to heaven. Americans have no gratitude or humility. They have no sincerity. This is one of the better places on earth, and we have made ourselves disgusting. I would love to see the world reformed.

On the other hand, I am one of the reasons the world stinks. I didn’t get pulled aside as a reward. I was helped in spite of what I was. How can I be happy to see other people like me miss the boat? “Reform” also means the destruction of a whole lot of people.

You can’t question God’s choices, though. He chooses whom he will, and he is right.

I have been thinking about Enoch. I envy him. If what old books say about him is true, he spent less and less time with people as he aged. Eventually, he appeared once a year. Other men showed up to hear what he had to say (not to argue and spew), and then he would leave again. He didn’t have to mud-wrestle every day and stain himself with the manure of the pigs he tried to feed.

Paul, on the other hand, spent a lot of time in the mosh pit. During his ministry, he was beaten and stoned. He appears to have been very engaged with humanity. I don’t find that appealing at all.

The more you understand the world, the more you want to put a buffer between the world and yourself. I suppose this is why God’s throne is in heaven, not Las Vegas.

You don’t actually have to wade into the throng every day to serve God. There are different ministries. Maybe God will have the extraordinary kindness to limit my dealings with people who are sources of frustration. That means nearly everyone!

I can’t make demands, though.

I hope I will not have to fool with Facebook any more. I would love to delete my account completely. That would require some help, because I have the habit of looking at it throughout the day. I deleted the application from my phone, but that just makes getting to Facebook a little harder. It’s not the same thing as quitting.

Look around and see if other people are shutting down. If so, God’s patience is probably just about out. If not, maybe I’m just tired of banging my head against the same stones.

We’re About to Get a Global Worming

I tell you what. You can learn a lot about the increasing danger of mob-think from watching the global warming crowd.

They have no notion of basic scientific ethics. They don’t understand the importance of impartiality. They don’t understand the importance of free discourse, which is a nice way of saying they don’t understand the importance of not threatening and insulting every person who thinks they may be wrong.

I’m a scientist, technically. I have a BS in physics plus some grad school. I was not the world’s premier physicist, or I would have gone on to get my doctorate, but I have a basic grasp of the scientific method and the dangers of bias. These are things you learn about in grade school (maybe not, if you’re going to “school” now), but just to assure people that I have a clue, I went all the way to 25th grade or whatever it was, and I heard a little bit about scientific ethics and professionalism.

I’m also a lawyer. In law school, I was drilled pretty thoroughly on the importance of fairness and civility (at least in the courtroom). Lawyers are taught that certain evidence can be excluded based on its tendency to inflame emotion to the point where it counteracts reason. We are taught that certain hearsay evidence can be included if the emotional state of the speaker meets certain standards. We are taught that there are certain causes we can’t take up, because of conflicts of interest.

It may seem like conflation when I mention conflicts of interest and emotion in the same paragraph, but it’s not. In the law, conflicts of interest pervert justice, and emotion creates conflicts of interest. For that matter, conflicts of interest can give rise to emotion.

Either way, you end up with something on your mind, other than the truth.

This stuff is extremely important in the law. You can get in serious trouble for continuing in a representation when you have a conflict of interest. You can be forced off a case. It’s not trivial.

It’s also important in science.

Bias is so hard for scientists to avoid, we had to invent double-blind methods and endure the misery of statistics in order to try to drive the partiality out of our work.

Here I will tell the story of Clever Hans.

Clever Hans was a horse that supposedly did math. Its owner or trainer or whatever would ask it questions, and Hans would tap out the answers with its foot. Problem: it only worked with one person. When that person was out of the room, Hans lost his mathematical ability.

The reason? The person who worked with Hans was giving off unintentional cues. Hans was not really solving the quadratic equation; he was just banging his hoof when he saw the owner make an unconscious movement.

Now I will tell the story of M rays. I’m not sure M is the correct letter, but it will do.

Back when scientists were discovering a new form of radiation every week, a man said he had discovered M rays. Some people believed it. Some people didn’t. Naturally, the man who discovered M rays really wanted to believe it. Grants, jobs, whatever type of seductive groupies scientists attract…all that lay before him.

He put on a demonstration. He had some sort of apparatus, and he got an audience together. He turned on the machine, and voila…M rays.

Then a man in the crowd stood up and held up a part of the machine, which he had removed earlier. The machine could not work without it, but people’s imaginations could.

This is why we don’t go to the doctor for M rays today.

These are historical anecdotes, so they may be 95% false, but the principles they illustrate are true, and there are plenty of other examples.

The point I’m getting at is that people believe what they want to believe. This is why nine Supreme Court justices who were top-five in their classes can look at the same cases and draw two equally firm, completely incompatible opinions. And it’s why you usually don’t get three opinions. The division is usually conservative/liberal. The political spectrum has two wings, not five.

Liberals want to see a right to publicly funded sex changes in the Constitution, and conservatives don’t, and they see what they hope to see.

The global warming gang has no ethics. This applies to the lawyers, scientists, and engineers among them, not just the yoga instructors, welfare recipients, and medical marijuana addicts. They don’t understand the importance of free discourse.

Their favorite term for anyone who disagrees with them is “climate change denier.” The term itself is a breach of ethics. It comes from “Holocaust denier,” which comes from the discussion of neo-Nazis and Muslim extremists who pretend the Holocaust never happened. It comes from the discussion of rabid idiots who killed tens of millions of people. It equates scientific disagreement with claiming Dachau was a spa for fat Germans.

Not acceptable.

We shouldn’t have to have this discussion. Maybe the climate is changing, and maybe it’s our fault. Maybe the answer is more socialism and the crippling of industry in certain nations (USA cough cough). That doesn’t mean it’s okay to form lynch mobs and drive people out of their jobs for thinking otherwise.

You don’t have to be a moron to think climate change is a crock. Freeman Dyson agrees. William Gray agrees. But even if agreeing does reflect poorly on your intelligence, you should not have to deal with labels like “denier.” You should not have to worry about losing your job or having your academic credentials revoked.

When people are afraid to talk, science dies. It’s that simple.

The Soviets tried persecuting scientists (as did the Catholic church before them). A character named Lysenko came up with a bad theory of genetics that somehow seemed to support leftist notions, and the government got behind him. He said what they wanted to say! Amazingly, they agreed with him and helped him out. Who could have seen that coming?

Lysenko’s followers persecuted other scientists. This is probably why we don’t hear a lot about great Russian advances in genetics in that era.

Lysenko was such a big deal, a movement was named after him: “Lysenkoism.” Today it’s a synonym for persecution of scientific dissenters. In other words, it’s practically a synonym for “anthropogenic global warming.”

In Russia, scientists succeeded not because they discovered and disseminated truth, but because they pleased a bunch of fat murdering imbeciles in Moscow.

Today’s Lysenkoists see nothing wrong with what they’re doing. And it’s not subtle. It’s not like trying to measure the spin of tiny particles in a supercollider. It’s extremely obvious. It’s like going to church expecting to attend mass and finding pole dancers up at the altar.

Why is this interesting to me? I gave up science. Thank God for that, because had I not, look at the people whose boots would be on my neck right now. It’s interesting to me because it’s a measure of Satanic power of the mind of the mob.

People have more than enough brains to make good decisions about simple matters, but we screw up all the time, and often we screw up in huge waves. We screw up en masse, as though choreographed by an invisible George Balanchine. When that happens–when large numbers of people draw the same patently stupid conclusion simultaneously–the supernatural is at work. We’re stupid, but we need help to be that stupid.

People have a natural herd instinct, and it easily outweighs the mind. Probably ten billion psychology experiments have proven that. It’s why Goebbels said it was important to repeat lies. Satan whispers in the ears of the herd, and they have no resistance. The lie is supernatural, and in order to defeat it, the immune response has to be supernatural. People don’t hear from the Holy Spirit, so they don’t hear the response.

It’s okay to persecute people who disagree about weather. It’s okay to fire people and destroy their families because they won’t bake cakes for homosexuals. Bruce Jenner is a woman. A pervert who wants to display his genitals to your little girl in a locker room (or on the street in New York or San Francisco) is a victim, not a predator. These statements are obviously false, but the little Goebbels demons have been hard at work turning us into suckers, so we think they’re true. Worse than that, we think anyone who disagrees is evil. Not wrong. Evil.

So anything society does to people who disagree with the devil’s lies is okay.

When the Germans machine-gunned Jews beside ditches, they didn’t think they were doing something bad. They thought they were getting rid of wrong people. The Jews weren’t victims, and the object wasn’t to take the things they had earned. The Jews were subhuman monsters who were destroying Germany. Killing them was a good deed. It will be the same way when non-Christians and weak Christians start killing the Jews and strong Christians in America.

The Bible talks about people having veils over their eyes. It’s not a joke. It’s real. You can tell supernaturally deaf people the obvious truth all day, and they will never get it. They’ll just feel enraged.

It’s not that important whether the leftists cripple our economy with ridiculous environmental measures. It’s important, yes, but it’s not the big enchilada. What’s important is that we are seeing the sharp end of the nail. A few crazy ideas got past us, and now the point of the nail is past our defenses, and the shaft of the nail is right behind it. The shaft is bigger.

Man-made disasters start small and then take off. That’s what happened in Germany.

I don’t care that much whether the greenies force me to use terrible light bulbs, or whether they force me to pretend to recycle paper, which actually goes to the dump because no one will buy it. Things like that are going to happen, so I don’t want to get accustomed to having high blood pressure over it. I can’t stop it. They’re going to win big.

I do care about guarding the gates of my mind.

If you’re not praying in the Spirit, you will be susceptible to deception. If you can be deceived sufficiently, you can be turned. Then you have a real problem. The mark of the Beast won’t seem like such a bad idea. Denying God will seem like the smart move; you can always acknowledge him in private, and anyway, he knows your heart, right? You’ll rationalize and go along, and the first thing you know, you’ll be outside of God’s protection. You may lose your salvation, and then what do you have? Eternity in agony.

It seems like a paradox. Strong Christians will attract persecution, but you need to be strong when persecution comes. It’s not a paradox. They’re going to hate all Christians who have any sincerity in them at all. You will be hated one way or the other. But if you’re full of the fruit and the gifts of the Spirit, you’ll have more tools to help you bear it and win individual battles.

Things seem to be coming to a head faster than I expected. Technology is very close to destroying free will, which will negate God’s incentive to keep the world going. America has already been defeated by Satan, and if we elect the wrong people this time around, our problems may accelerate drastically. It may only be a couple of years before we’re just like the Jews under Hitler. I can’t see it taking longer than ten under the best circumstances, but I’m a pessimist. Maybe we can stretch it out.

I wouldn’t tell people to pray for God to spare America now. That bus has left the terminal. I would tell them to ask God to slow things down and help the humble prepare. I think that’s the best we can do.

I’m going to try to quit arguing with global warming adherents. It’s a complete waste of time as far as I can see. I learned a lot from it, but I’m pretty sure no minds were changed. After all, I was using natural tools.

Draw close to God. Ask him what you’re doing wrong. Pray in the Spirit all you can. Whatever happens will be a whole lot better than what would have happened had you done nothing.

Every Dam has a Bursting Point

Right before a hurricane, you get a day or two of weather which is peaceful yet has an ominous feel to it. It brings overcast skies and gentle breezes that raise the hairs on your neck, with a few drops of rain now and then.

I have that same feeling now, as if the earth is charging up to receive a lightning strike. I feel like the USA is about to be hit by something.

God doesn’t write things down on pieces of paper and hand them to me. I haven’t received a fax saying a nuclear weapon is about to go off here. But things don’t feel good at all.

Maybe it’s just me.

Respect Will Turbocharge Your Prayers

New stuff.

Well. Old stuff I should have known already but didn’t.

Our little monkey brains aren’t very big. We can’t contain enough information to understand everything that goes on around us, and we can’t process it adequately. You may be smart by monkey…I mean “human”…standards, but you’re crazy if you think that means your brain is up to the challenge of taking care of you by itself.

I get glimpses of things, but I can’t really understand them completely. That’s where submission comes in. You have to let God be the smart one. You don’t have to understand. You just have to accept the fact that he knows what he’s doing.

He has helped me to understand that the universe has a hierarchical structure. Beings exist on various discrete levels of authority. God is at the top. Satan is at the very bottom; all of his authority is stolen, or more accurately, provided by beings he conned into giving it to him.

If you’re having problems that drive you nuts, you’re going to have to move to a higher level of authority, by drawing closer to God. If you stay where you are, you can push things around, like rearranging furniture, but you can’t really improve your situation.

Relying on carnal solutions is like buying a bear to chase your mice. You end up swapping problems, with no real progress. In fact, you go backward, whether or not you realize it. God is your only source of real, permanent help that comes without regret.

You have no alternative. There are opiates and delusions that can ease your pain, but God is the only answer. This is why Jesus kept telling people he was the only way.

In order for a person of authority to function correctly, he has to have honor and cooperation. That’s just how it is. You can’t be an authority and grovel, beg, and manipulate, which means 95% of charismatic preachers are not effective authorities.

Being in authority is like being a parent or a husband. In order for you to function, when you show up, everyone has to shut up and defer to you. Otherwise, extremely offensive words and acts are performed and spoken, and nothing gets done. It is very offensive when a true authority is treated with contempt.

Gender feminism (male-hating feminism) is a great example of rejection of the benefits of authority.

It’s not easy to be a husband and father. You fight the world all day, and then when you come home, you’re expected to have all the answers. You’re expected to provide a cocoon of safety and abundance for your family, and that’s a scary burden.

If you come home to a spoiled, emasculating witch and a bunch of kids who think your purpose in life is to be corrected by pimply twerps with safety pins in their faces, it’s not going to work. You won’t be able to teach them anything. You won’t be able to bring healing order. If you have anything useful to tell them, it will go to waste.

Your wife will become even more of a shrew, your kids will grow up to be old, incorrigible morons, and you will accomplish nothing.

Feminism is Satan’s way of making this happen.

Men haven’t listened to the Holy Spirit. They haven’t submitted. They haven’t developed true authority. God hasn’t backed them up. That opened the door to feminism. Their women and children treat them like retarded toddlers. In a proper household, God commands the man, the man commands the wife, the wife commands the kids, and the kids suck it up, listen, and thrive. In a feminist household, everyone just rots.

There is also an anti-age movement, but Satan has managed to prevent us from naming it. I would call it “youthism,” for lack of any other term. “Mom is dumb, but Dad is an utter imbecile, and Grandma and Grandpa are basically chimps.” That’s what the youthists think.

You can’t bless the feminists and youthists. It’s as if they and wisdom were both positively charged; they actively repel it. They literally (not figuratively) hate it. Many of them dedicate their lives to the destruction of wisdom. It’s an amazing spectacle. It’s the mindset that caused God to schedule two annihilations for mankind.

When a plant needs water, you water it, and it grows. No problem. When a plant becomes unable to absorb water, you have to pull it and burn it, because there is nothing else you can do for it, and it takes up valuable space on the earth.

I really don’t care who disagrees with this stuff. It’s revelation, so believe it or don’t. Misguided opinions mean absolutely nothing to me.

Satan is like God in that he tries to turn people into little copies of himself, and that’s unfortunate, because Satan is living excrement. He has no future other than eternal suffering and humiliation. Satan loves feminism and youthism, because they make our hearts like his.

God is like a husband in heaven. He took care of everyone there. He had all the answers. There was no basis for anyone to worry. But Satan decided he knew better, so shrew that he/she is, he came to earth and tried to replace God’s perfect plan with his idiotic plan. He decided to treat God with contempt, put him aside, and be the dad. And it worked. Because of Satan’s program, most people live like monkeys and then go to hell.

In order to be God, God has to receive a certain amount of honor. It is not possible for him to abase himself past a certain point without ceasing to be what he is. He already allowed himself to be murdered by a bunch of beings who were like insects compared to him. That’s abasement enough. Now, if you want something from him, you have to approach him with awe, respect, and the intention to obey. You have to acknowledge the fact that he owes you absolutely nothing good, and you have to be grateful for whatever you get.

We don’t approach God correctly. Charismatic Christianity is full of standup comedians posing as men of God, and they teach us that God is our buddy. They teach us we can go to him abruptly and demand things, with no preparation and no respect. As a result, he is not able to give us many of the things we ask for. To allow himself to be contemned successfully would be to disrupt the order of the universe.

Preachers are unbelievable. They tell us to pray on the toilet. They tell us to pray while we’re drunk. They tell us to be familiar with God, the way we would be with a little brother or a drinking buddy. No wonder our prayers aren’t answered.

If you’re in a hurry, pray however you have to. But if you have time, give God honor before you start in with the begging. Exalt him. Tell him how much higher he is than you. Tell him how low Satan is, and how you hate him for lying to you about God. Think of the things God has done for you in spite of your evil nature, and thank him sincerely.

When you ask for things, be humble. Behave like a convicted child molester who got paroled and wants a cookie from the pantry at the halfway house. We’re not taught to do that. We’re taught to ask for silly things and then say, “I pray in the name of Jesus, so now you have to do it.”

Jehovah is a judge. He sits in a big chair before an audience, like a human judge, and he listens to evidence and requests, and he makes decrees. When you go to court, you don’t wear a thong and a straw hat and hold a beer in your hand. You don’t interrupt the judge. You don’t insult him or argue with him. You kiss his feet and give him honor, and if you blow it, you can be jailed indefinitely for contempt. “Contempt of court” means showing contempt for the court.

The reason contemnors are jailed is not to pump up the egos of judges, although many judges see it that way. We do it because to permit contempt is to threaten the functioning of the court. It threatens the order that holds society together.

Honoring God is necessary because it preserves the order of the universe.

The ancient Jews were allowed to kill their children. That sounds crazy, coming from a pro-life Christian, but it’s true. Look it up. If you had a worthless, snotty, disrespectful son, you could take him to the city gate and have him stoned.

A woman who showed contempt for a man by squeezing his genitals to make him lose a fight had to have her hand amputated. Look it up. God does not like emasculation of authorities. He really hates it.

God showed me another aspect of the principles of honor and authority: you have to limit your circle.

Depending on where you live and who you know, you may be surrounded by people who are impossible to save because of their pride, cruelty, and contempt. This is especially true if you live in a ghetto. There are places where anyone who submits to God and spreads knowledge will be treated with extreme contempt and brutality. You need to avoid those places. You need to cut off people who won’t change, even if they’re your parents. You can’t complain about the way you’re treated if you seek out imbeciles.

God himself only permits a certain amount of contemptuous behavior, and then down comes the water or the burning sulfur. The rapture will be God’s way of removing people of authority and humility from the presence of people who are determined to act and think like monkeys. God drowned such people in the flood, and he’s going to kill again.

He’s going to kill again, and it will be a relief to the rest of us. That sounds awful, but it’s true. The presence of the incorrigible is painful, and we are not going to miss them all that much, because we will be too dazed by the pleasant sensation of their absence.

I have cut a lot of people off. Sometimes it made me feel cruel and self-righteous, but now I know how right it was. I don’t miss a single one. When I imagine having them back in my life, it makes my stomach hurt. May I never see any of them again, unless they change. I can’t thank God enough for removing them from me. I know I have made him suffer the way they made me suffer. My presence was a burden to him.

Next time you talk to God, remember to honor and thank him. Approach him the way a guilty murderer would approach a judge. Expect help and have faith, but remember that it’s charity, not your paycheck for being awesome. You will get better results.

Think About Your Future

Today I came back here and read things I had written about God.

I’ll tell you something funny. When you write things under the influence of the Holy Spirit, and then you come back and read them again, it’s as powerful as reading scripture. After all, the Bible was written by men, inspired by the Holy Spirit. God didn’t come down and pick up a quill and write Acts and Hebrews.

Anything God says is “the word of the Lord,” even if he says it today. Does that sound like blasphemy? Well, let me ask you this: does God wear a gag?

Can God still speak? If so, then the word of God can continue flowing, and if it can continue flowing, it can be written down.

I’ll wait now and see if lightning hits me.

No; I’m good. We can continue.

If you have Spirit-given discernment, you will be able to tell revelation from nonsense. You should be able to look at the Koran and The Book of Mormon and realize they’re hoaxes. You should be able to look at books by people like Larry Huch and T.D. Jakes and realize they’re wrong. On the other hand, you should be able to tell when something is correct. So don’t be afraid of new revelation. Unless you’re also blind and deaf. Which is probably the case at the moment. Very few people have built themselves up.

I’m not saying you should print out my blog and call it scripture. Think of all the crazy things I’ve said. But there are some useful things here.

The Bible talks about “meditating” on the word of God. That refers to repetition. Yes, Jesus said not to engage in vain repetition, but not all repetition is vain. If you repeat phrases and sentences from the Bible, and you have Holy Spirit perception, you will feel things changing inside you. New understanding and power will come.

This works when you repeat stuff you see in the Bible, and it also works when you repeat things God has told you privately.

Okay, yes, the Bible cautions us about private interpretation. Arggh. That doesn’t mean God doesn’t tell you things in private. If you ask God to tell you where your keys are, do you think he has to tell everyone on the planet? Come on.

I can almost feel the misguided nitpicking start when I write a sentence.

People who aren’t Spirit-led need to be quiet. One of the purposes of hell is to silence them forever. You can’t have peace while you’re contending with puffed-up people who think they know more than they do. And heaven is peaceful.

Try this. The next time a word from God makes an impression on you, sit quietly and repeat it to yourself 40 or 50 times. See what happens. Look for things like new understanding or changes in the way you feel. It will happen, unless you’re spiritually dead.

When I come back here and go back over things God told me to write, it’s like looking at something someone else wrote. Part of that is age, but even if I remember writing it, it still has new life, just like the passages I re-read in the Bible.

You can’t be Spirit-led if God can’t tell you things outside of the printed page, and he can’t tell you things if you don’t listen. You can’t listen if no one speaks, so speak to yourself.

God tells me useful stuff. A lot of it is highly disturbing. A day or two back, he moved me to ask him to show me how I was fighting him.

How do you react to a thing like that? You think you’re on God’s side, or at least you tell yourself that, and then he tells you to ask him to list the areas where you’re fighting him.

I don’t want to think about that. It’s intimidating, because it could be discouraging. It’s a serious jolt to my pride. And part of me thinks, “Do I really want to change all these things? Do I have to be that good? Do I have to give up so much?” Will I have to get rid of cable TV and the Internet and go live in a hut in the wilderness?

I gave in and asked him, though. I hate the devil, and I am disgusted with the flesh, and I want to see them put in their place. I am tired of being undermined and attacked from behind. I don’t care what I have to give to God; I want to see my enemies suffer instead of me.

A friend came over for a prayer session today, and we talked about the big increase in revelation we’re seeing. We both had the same feeling about it: it suggests that something is about to happen.

The normal response to increased revelation from God would be gratitude and maybe amazement, and we felt those things, but the thing that made the biggest impression on us was the sense of portent.

If God is suddenly releasing information, and that information is of a type highly suited to the needs of people who will face persecution combined with destabilization of nations, it would seem to imply that things are coming to a head.

You could argue that God’s revelation has been available since the crucifixion, but who has been paying attention for the last two millennia? Almost no one has received anything. The mainstream churches have done a thorough job of killing the power of Christianity. They have substituted fantasies and guesses for useful information about God. They prevented people from receiving revelation.

Our deafness left us feeble and unprepared. Fifty years ago, we were headed for two possible outcomes: total destruction caused by ignorance, and a helpful jump start from God. He gave us the jump start.

I don’t want to get ahead of God. That’s for cultists. They panic and decide the world will end on a certain day, and the first thing you know, they’re drinking poisoned grape drink in the jungle. That’s not good. But if you’re a Christian, you have to believe the world will have an end. It had a beginning, and the enterprise will some day conclude. Eventually, someone will say the world is ending, and instead of an embarrassing continuation of the status quo, we will see the apocalypse unfold. So I can’t discount what I feel, especially as my connection with the Holy Spirit improves.

I feel increasingly disconnected with the human world. It’s starting to look sort of unimportant. The things that get us stirred up appear increasingly silly.

I am losing respect for human institutions like government. I feel like my involvement with them should be aimed principally at placating them and keeping them from bothering me. I don’t want to get sucked back into the mosh pit. The world reminds me of Black Friday at Wal-Mart.

I don’t want to contribute to political campaigns or join blog crusades. I want to think about permanent, important things. I want to think about my future, which is not on this earth.

This is a healthy outlook. One of the most crippling symptoms of immaturity is an irrational obsession with remaining alive.

Everyone dies. If I manage to get another 35 years, I’ll be doing great, but 35 years ago seems like a minute, and that means I have a minute or less left. Less, because time passes faster now. It’s a mistake to invest myself in it.

I don’t want to end up like Madonna or Cher, paying doctors to paste me together and dressing in age-inappropriate clothes while I pretend to be young. At its best, this life was not that great. When I’m 85 and my memory, eyesight, hands, and teeth are failing, it will be like a dirty paper towel I really want to throw away.

You’re going to die, too. Everything you build on this earth is going to be destroyed. No one will care about your accomplishments a thousand years from now. If you get too caught up in earthly affairs, you’ll be like Peaked in High School Rob Lowe.

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I’ve often thought Satan was like a person who peaked in high school. He loves trinkets and costume jewelry. He has the values of a two-year-old. He wrote the Koran; no wonder the Muslim afterlife looks like a high school boy designed it. Stuff yourself, stay drunk, have sex with women and young boys…you might as well go to Thailand. Why go to heaven if you remain immature?

I remember watching a “Christian” seminar salesman named Brian Klemmer, claiming he had a 500-year plan for his life. He was trying to convince a crowd of churchgoers to buy expensive Werner Erhard-style seminars. It was just sales talk, and when he died shortly thereafter from a torn neck artery, I doubt he gave the plan a thought. I thought he was foolish, and I don’t want to sound like him. I am not claiming I have a plan for the afterlife. But God has given me some clues on how to get ready, so I am using them.

Klemmer actually fooled a lot of Christians. Check out the prices on his seminars, if they’re still available. Ask yourself if God sent someone here to teach EST instead of Christianity, for that kind of money, when Jesus and the Apostles taught the real thing for nothing.

If Klemmer had not used classic Scientology-style tiered pricing for his seminars (It’s free! Did you like it? The next one costs $300!), I might be able to treat him with some respect.

You’re going to die. It’s going to happen sooner than you think. Your life here is as good as over, and if you’re a Christian, there’s a fair chance you will be required to give up your life voluntarily.

The God-haters will get more power. Today they’re happy if you bake a wedding cake. Tomorrow, they’ll tell you to renounce God or die. You’ll need to improve yourself substantially if you want to pass that test. You really don’t want the consequences of giving in.

Among gays, there is a widespread preoccupation with youth. It was one of the things that drove gay mass shooter Vester Flanagan to kill. He was infuriated because he had gotten fat and dumpy, and other men no longer looked at him with lust or paid attention to him.

Interesting.

Keep praying in the Spirit. Keep listening. Ask God to help you love correction.

It’s the mature thing to do.

Starting with the Sack of Meat That Runs Your Life

I keep getting new revelation, and it’s relatively useless if I keep it for myself, so here I am to pass it around.

It’s funny, but God can give you revelation without telling you anything new. He can take old information and give you new understanding of how important it is, or he can help you remember to apply it in the heat of battle. It’s a reminder of how much we need him. He can put a tool or weapon in your hand, and you can still be unable to use it unless he gives you additional grace.

He can instantly provide you with the ability to use a tool you already have. That’s a wonderful thing and a relief.

Today he increased my understanding of the importance of battling the flesh, and he gave me greater desire to do it.

If you go to college and petrify your brain with philosophy courses, they will tell you about “dualism.” It’s an idea modern academics feel they have discredited. Basically, it divides man into two parts: mental and physical. More or less. Academics think this is silly, and that you have to integrate the two parts, which means giving in to the flesh and co-governing your life. If you’re lecherous, look at a little porn, or fornicate. If you like weed, smoke it. Win by surrendering unconditionally.

That’s incredibly stupid and dangerous. It assures that you will fail, and that you will live in defeat. It may be pretty defeat. It may feel like victory to you. But when you get to the throne of judgment, you will be shown that it was defeat and rebellion.

Dualism is valid. It’s Biblical.

The flesh is a narcissist and a sociopath. It craves pleasure and admiration. It craves immediate satisfaction. If you don’t train it, it will do unbelievably stupid things that go against even its own interests. For example, it will tell you to smoke cigarettes, which cause cancer, which kills the flesh.

Bad decisions are among the major problems sociopaths face. A sociopath is extremely selfish and wants to look out for Number One, but a sociopath also has poor impulse control, so they get in trouble a lot. They commit crimes. They fornicate like crazy. They destroy relationships. They invite poverty.

Think of Esau, who was a great example of a fleshly man. He sold Eretz Israel–not just modern Israel, but a huge piece of the Middle East–for one bowl of soup. One bowl.

Adam sold the world for a piece of fruit, but at least he expected to receive wisdom.

Letting your flesh rule you is like going on a road trip in an SUV full of toddlers and letting them tell you where to stop and what to do. A one-day trip would take a month. You’d stop at Chuck E. Cheese three times before dinner. You’d stop at Toys R Us and load up your credit cards, buying a trailer, if necessary, to haul your new junk. You’d plow off into the swale to look at horses. You’d eat Skittles until you threw up, and then you’d eat more. You’d turn around and drive the wrong way.

Kids are foolish. That sounds mean, but it’s Biblical. They don’t know much of anything. You do not put them in charge.

When you own a dog, you walk the dog. You don’t let the dog walk you.

Your flesh is literally no better than a dog. Look at the self-destructive things people do every day and tell me I’m wrong. I dare you.

People get face tattoos. They buy time shares. They pay unlicensed kooks to split their sex organs and put rings in them. They jump off bridges wearing wingsuits. People who know crackheads try crack!

You will never win this argument, except maybe in your own mind.

Take a look at this well-known Youtube video. It shows an abused child ordering his mother to give him cupcakes.

People think he’s cute. Especially ghetto people who are used to defeat and immaturity. I know a lot of ghetto men, and many are just like this boy.

They thought it was cute when my two-year-old relative of mine put her hands on her hips and told adults off. Now she’s homeless and has lung cancer and a felony conviction.

It’s easy to look down on this kid and feel superior, but think about this: he is a picture of what’s inside you right now.

Your flesh is just like the brat in the video. You don’t rule it. It has very little respect for you. It’s not afraid of you. You negotiate with it. You plead with it. You give in so it will shut up. As a result, it has great power over you. The structure of authority in your life is inverted. You may have the flesh partially trained, but you’re not the master of the house.

You may think you’re not like that. Do you overeat? Do you stay angry at people? Are you proud? Can you resist sexual temptation? Do you have debt? Are you out of shape because you don’t exercise? Are you a bad housekeeper? You didn’t agree to failure in these areas. The flesh forced it on you.

One of the worst things the flesh does to us is to convince us that we’re in charge.

I’ve spent a lot of time fighting spirits. God showed me that Christians have demons, so I worked to cast mine out. I had a lot of success. But sometimes the results came undone. Sometimes I could not conquer the problems. Now I realize I did things in the wrong order. I was throwing these spirits out of the house, but the flesh was holding the front door open and inviting them back in, and I was not fighting the flesh directly.

The flesh is worse than Satan. Satan doesn’t owe us loyalty. The longer he can screw creation up, the longer he will stay out of the lake of fire. The smartest thing he can do is to fight God and work to destroy you. What choice does he have? It’s not right, but it’s not like he can enter a program and change course. The flesh, on the other hand, belongs to us. When it fights us, it’s a betrayal.

In war, enemy soldiers are imprisoned and fed when they’re captured. Traitors and spies are executed. That’s because what they do is lower. It involves treachery. The flesh is your traitor. The devil is just an enemy.

God has told me I’m going to live in victory. Is it just because I run around saying no weapon formed against me will prosper? No; you can claim God’s promises and die full of tumors. It’s because God is fixing the authority structure in my life, and that means he is putting my flesh in its place, supernaturally.

I want this. I want a victorious life.

Look at Jesus. He had one bad day in his life, and he chose that. The gospels contain no example of anyone defeating him. He is never depicted as ill or afraid. When he told the murderous Jews of Nazareth he was the Messiah, they took him to a cliff to kill him, and he turned around and walked away. He walked through the crowd. They couldn’t see him.

I want that. Maybe I can’t get to that level, but I can be unafraid of other people. I can be confident that my illnesses and injuries will be undone. I can live in peace, regardless of what goes on around me. Those things can happen, but only if my house–my temple–is in order.

That’s worth whatever God asks of me, which is not much. A little prayer and honesty is all he wants. If you take care of those things, the rest will come about on its own.

The problems we face in this life are just manifestations of the problems with our relationships with God. Up to a certain age, we can’t be held accountable, and we can’t defend ourselves, but if you’re 40 and you are mentally able, you are responsible for your own vulnerability.

Jesus understood this. Because he was smart? No. Sorry if that sounds like blasphemy. He understood it because the Holy Spirit told him.

Jesus knew the flesh was his main enemy, so before he started his ministry, he went into the desert, fasted for 40 days, and broke his flesh like a horse. Modern ministers don’t do that. They accept salvation, then they decide they’re perfect, and then they go out and use God as an excuse to swindle people and take their houses and IRA’s.

We have to break our flesh, and we can’t break the flesh with the flesh. We can’t do it by trying really hard to be good. We have to get the Holy Spirit behind us. We have to pray in tongues to build our faith, change our hearts, and give us knowledge and wisdom. Then the flesh has no chance, because it’s not fighting itself. It’s fighting God.

This is what God is showing me now, and it’s a gift of unimaginable value. For centuries, human beings have groveled at the feet of the flesh and doomed spirits. We have been tossed and battered by every wave. Now, thanks to the cross, we have the power to turn that upside down. This is what the Bible means when it refers to making our enemies our footstool. God made that promise to Jesus, but if we are Spirit-led, we are part of Jesus.

I am sick of worry. I am sick of uncertainty. I am sick of the things inside myself that I don’t like. I am sick of losing. God has been giving me more and more victory, and I want that to continue and increase. I don’t care what I have to give up. It’s all excrement anyway. I’ll be dead in 40 years. None of it will last.

The boy in the video will go to prison. That’s assuming he doesn’t change. He is already in prison. He is imprisoned in a body controlled by a human animal. He is along for the ride, but he can’t steer or brake. He’s not cute. He’s psychologically diseased, and he is headed for death. I do not want to be like him. I have felt that my own iniquities were cute. I don’t want that attitude in me any more.

Iniquities and illnesses are handles and doorways the devil uses to grab you and enter your house. It’s not a joke. It’s not something you can get away with ignoring. It’s very serious.

The future is bleak for Christians. Satan is going to win; we know this from prophecy. He is going to control the world and treat us the way Hitler treated Jews. The only people who will be able to bear it will be Spirit-led, not flesh-dependent. If Jesus had relied on his flesh when the Jews took him to the cliff, they would have thrown him over, and his brains would have been all over the rocks. You have to decide whether you’re going to be prepared for persecution. It’s already starting.

You can’t prepare with guns, walls, gold, dried food, or bomb shelters. God can sweep those things away in an instant, and so can Satan. He and his people are much, much stronger than you are. You have to prepare from the innermost part of you. Your heart has to be your panic room. You start building your stronghold there, and then it expands into the outer world.

Pray in tongues. Beg God for correction and humility. Listen. Drop your defenses and lying excuses. Let the healing in. It will work. But you have to start now.

Speak to your flesh as if it were a demon, because it’s a friend of demons, and it’s under your authority. Once you have faith, get up every day and say things like, “I speak defeat to my flesh in the name of Jesus, and I speak victory to myself and the Holy Spirit.” Do this only if the Spirit says to. It works. You can also use your power to fight urges. You can say, “I forbid my flesh to crave alcohol.” You can even say you forbid your flesh to have illnesses, depending on your faith. You will have setbacks and bumps in the road, but overall, you will improve and win.

By the way, your flesh will mount a counterattack. It may get sick. It may cause you to do something stupid, like committing a crime or a major sin that has repercussions. Don’t be surprised. Pray against it in advance so the effect will be blunted. Don’t be foolish enough to be surprised when an enemy fights back. I was.

If you try this, come back and let me know how it works. Or let other people know. I hope to hear stories of success. And remember, keep on not sending me your tithes, offerings, and “seed gifts.” That’s very important.

It Spreads from Left to Right

I am really looking forward to the end of this election.

My feeling is that Trump will get it. I can live with that. It will give Christians and Jews a little time to repent and get it together as the US descends into chaos. You can plateau on the way up; you can also plateau on the way down.

If Hillary or Bernie wins, the devil gets a big push, and our decline speeds up. It will be a rough time for anyone who cares about the church, the unborn, Israel, freedom of speech, or the right to self-defense. Increasingly, we will be treated the way worthless Cuban revolutionaries treated the successful, intelligent people they tortured and killed in their backward country.

It seems like none of what’s happening makes sense in the natural. That’s Christianese; “in the natural” means “not in the supernatural realm.” The Bernouts are completely irrational; no news there. That’s the left for you. But lunacy is increasing on the right.

Trump is attracting supporters who rival the Obamites in their refusal to see his faults. Cruz is a fairly good common-sense candidate, but he’s not going anywhere. He can’t catch fire.

Conservatives who hate or worship Trump are so irrational it’s startling. It’s a real education on the vulnerability of the flesh. Liberals love to talk about right-wing “rage,” but it has always been a ridiculous myth…until recently.

Trump-dumpers are calling Trump-pumpers bigots and racists. They’re calling them ignorant and hateful. Does that sound familiar at all?

It’s exactly the kind of slander we hear from the left, concerning all conservatives. How are we going to walk that back after maybe a third of us start repeating it?

Bigots and racists (only the white kind) are drawn to the GOP and Trump. It’s true. They share certain interests with the GOP, and it’s not because the GOP is a racist organization. It’s because racists can’t be wrong about everything.

Even Hitler got some things right. He built lovely tanks, and he is the father of the superhighway. He brought us rocketry and the jet engine. That doesn’t mean everyone who likes rockets is a Nazi.

Racists want Hispanics out of the country for racist reasons. Conservatives want illegal immigrants out of the country for common-sense reasons unrelated to race. If conservatives stand up against illegals, obviously, racists will support conservatives.

Criminals and their families overwhelmingly support Democrats. It doesn’t mean everyone who voted for Obama likes crime.

I thought conservatives understood these things, but as usual, I overestimated the human race.

Another liberal idea that has crossed the aisle is the empty threat to leave America. Some conservatives say they’ll leave America if Trump wins. No, they won’t. Come on. If America is too liberal, where do you go? Canada? No guns, and socialized medicine? Singapore? No guns and strict limits on speech? Japan? They won’t let you in; they really ARE racist.

I have even heard that Trump is a Clinton mole, and that he’s only running so Hillary will win.

People. Please. Think about this.

Let me explain why Trump is not a mole. If Trump ran fraudulently, it would be a felony, committed over 2 years, in front of cameras, in at least 51 jurisdictions. You can’t have a hoax campaign legally.

Trump is worth billions of dollars. He is healthy. He has grandchildren. He is constantly surrounded by fantastic attorneys who advise him minute by minute. There is no way he would put his throat under the boots of 50+ attorneys general in his autumn years.

He could be prosecuted in every state, Puerto Rico, the federal courts, Guam (does Guam have a court?)…actually I’m not sure about the territories. But anyway, it’s at least 51 jurisdictions. He would lose, and the attorneys’ fees would run to several hundred million dollars.

He would have to have dozens or even thousands of accomplices, and they would all have to keep quiet. They would all be liable, criminally. No way! That’s not a campaign. That’s a cult. It’s not happening.

He would have to trust the Clintons! Do I have to explain why that’s not likely?

But what if he fooled them all?

Yes. Trump fooled his entire family, every advisor, every ally, and every journalist. If he could pull that off, he’d be worth trillions, not billions.

So anyway, people are really losing it on both sides of the aisle.

Liberals keep comparing Trump to Hitler, the guy who walled off his country to keep people IN. The socialist who nationalized business after business. Does that make sense to you?

I got tired of wondering, so I looked up a few things, and it turns out Hitler really was a leftist. Because someone on the Internet said so? No, because he did what socialists do.

Hitler jacked taxes through the roof in Germany. He introduced socialized medicine and wrecked the German medical system. He created government busy-work jobs. He taxed wealth (not just income). He used tax money for social engineering.

It was like Bernie’s vision of heaven, except for the genocide and conquest.

Liberals say Hitler was on the right because he fought socialists and labor unions, but that’s a horrible argument. Socialists have always had internal fights. Trotsky was killed by a socialist. Hitler wasn’t trying to stamp out leftism. He was just trying to kill off the competition.

To a bureaucrat, priority one is always “my job,” not political principle. Hitler and his underlings were bureaucrats. If there had been a second Nazi faction with exactly the same platform, Hitler would have done his best to kill them.

So yes, Hitler was a socialist, not just in name, but in practice. Saying Hitler wasn’t a socialist is like saying a prison rapist isn’t gay. Own it.

I guess I’m digressing.

Trump’s only resemblances to Hitler are that he recognizes external threats and arouses emotion-based support by stirring up people’s spleens. He’s no worse than Sanders, Clinton, and Obama, demonizing “the rich,” the police, and anyone else who does anything worthwhile.

Hitler probably thought things out more carefully than Trump. I think Trump is planning as he goes.

How are we going to put the right back together after the convention? Will the Trump-dumpers suck on a pacifier and be quiet if they lose? Will the Trump-pumpers engage in rare white conservative riots if he loses? Will we hate each other forever?

I feel like God gave us a holiness-hating, carnal Democrat as judgment, and now he may be about to give us a carnal Republican, to prove to us that being right politically isn’t enough to solve our problems.

I don’t think Cruz is going anywhere. I think the Enquirer story will continue to develop. A real journalist from The Washington Times has confirmed that Cruz had at least two mistresses, and The Enquirer’s batting average in this area is devastating to politicians. It appears that The Enquirer exposed itself to big-time liability by publishing identifiable photos of the two non-public-figure “mistresses,” and they are not stupid enough to do that without something to back it up. The National Enquirer will falsely say that Liz Hurley got a facelift from Martians, but it won’t falsely say an obscure identifiable person slept with a politician.

I think Cruz has offended God by allowing crooked dominionist prosperity preachers to proclaim him “anointed.” If Cruz wins, those jokers will be all over the air, saying it proves their demented doctrine is right. If Trump, a very hands-off Christian, wins, it won’t prove much of anything with regard to religion.

I can’t endorse anyone. I will vote for Trump if he gets the nomination, but no one will ever hear me say God approves of him. I will vote for Trump for the same reason I would run into a Mormon temple during a tornado.

I’m so glad I don’t get agitated about this stuff. Things will get worse and worse. The socialists or Muslims will eventually take over, and we will have no rights at all. We need to be prepared spiritually. If I can’t deal with a Democrat in the White House, how will I have peace when we’re part of the caliphate, or when morons from the ghetto come to my house with government badges and tell me it’s now an Obama field office?

I hope a Republican wins, and that we get two or three more Supreme Court justices who aren’t nuts, but in the end, my peace has to be based on my relationship with God, not external circumstances. Some people are “prepping” by buying bullets and dried food. That has a little value, but the only prepping guaranteed to work is spiritual prepping.

If you’re still tossed around by political waves, I highly recommend getting right with God. Get baptized with the Spirit, pray in tongues as much as you can, and learn how to dominate instead of being dominated. If you don’t, you won’t be ready when the S really HTF, and you will be pawing around in the dirt with carnal tools, like an animal displaced by a mudslide.

It’s Our Cruz to Bear

I am wondering what most charismatic Christians think of Donald Trump.

I’m too lazy to read blogs, and I don’t really want to get into the mud-wrestling this time around, so I guess I’ll never find out.

The impression I get is that some of us are all fired up for him, and they refuse to hear any criticism. They’re a lot like the Obamites, many of whom would vote for a black man or a handout even if the candidate swore under oath that he was possessed by Satan and shot a baby during a debate.

I can’t get completely behind Trump. He owns casinos. He has never led a Christian lifestyle. If he’s a conservative, then he converted in a hurry, because it hasn’t been that long since he was supporting leftists and talking like a liberal.

He’s proud; I think he beats even Obama on that score. He is incapable of admitting fault. He is childish and vindictive. He doesn’t act like a president. He’s always baiting people on Twitter, which is not the kind of thing you would have expected from Lincoln or Jefferson.

He has said some bizarre things. He encouraged his supporters to physically engage with people who threw tomatoes ate one of his rallies, saying he would pay their legal bills. He said Republicans might riot if he showed up at the convention with a lot of delegates in his pocket and then failed to get the nomination. A guy speaking for his campaign said he (the speaker) didn’t “accept” the idea that rioting is violence, and I haven’t heard Trump contradict him.

People have a tendency to whitewash their allies. Hitler paid “scholars” to “prove” the Japanese were Aryans, which, now that I think about it, is whitewashing in a nearly literal way. Hitler thought a small group of Caucasians should run the world, so he found a way to include a bunch of non-white Asians who were helpful.

Some Christians seem to be doing the same thing with Trump. That’s dangerous. He is not Elijah. He’s the same guy he was ten years ago, “evolution” notwithstanding.

I voted for Cruz in the primary, but part of me felt like voting for Trump. The Donald bullies the people who bully people like me; that’s hard not to like. By “people like me,” I mean conservatives and Christians, not Caucasians. Trump appeals to our desire for deliverance from anarchists, brats, and morons who will destroy the nation if they get enough power.

I feel the urge, but I’m not crazy enough to think it’s rational.

The weird thing about Trump (one weird thing) is that his enemies help him more than his friends. When Obama got into the White House, his determination to dilute our civil rights spurred a gun-buying frenzy the likes of which America has never seen. I call him the greatest gun salesman in history. Similarly, the nuts who disrupt Trump rallies and publish lies about him move people like me to support him, even though we don’t want to.

Right now, we have MEXICANS inside the UNITED STATES interfering with OUR election. And the press thinks that’s okay. How can you battle that kind of ignorance? Some people are too ignorant to understand why they’re wrong. If it’s not immediately obvious to you that non-citizens are not supposed to be involved in our elections, then you are probably not capable of being taught.

It’s insane that these activities are permitted and condoned, while no one seems to mind seeing Trump’s crowd–citizens–deprived of the Constitutional rights to assemble and speak. It has to be a supernatural blindness. No one is that stupid without help.

Here’s something else that makes no sense in the natural realm: by and large, black people hate Donald Trump. They joke publicly about beating him up. But they would benefit more than anyone from a border wall. Illegals are harder on blacks than whites. They compete for jobs blacks usually take, and they nullify the minimum wage and the power of unions by working under the table, union-free, for pennies.

Black people should be out in the street waving Trump signs, but they talk about him like he’s the Antichrist. And they’re excited about Bernie, who would be a huge help to their enemies.

Some people are saying Trump is the new Cyrus. I think they’re probably right.

Cyrus was a heathen emperor who helped rebuild the temple and Jerusalem. He was anointed by God, even though he worshiped false gods. Look it up; I’m not imagining it. Along with figures like Ahasuerus, Darius, and the pharaoh Joseph served, he looked after the Jews and advanced their interests. Did you know that God called Nebuchadnezzar his servant? God doesn’t always pick believers to do his will. Sometimes he picks people who worship other spirits. It doesn’t mean he approves of their religious stances. It just means he has jobs for them to do.

My best guess is that Trump will win, and he’ll look after Christians and Israel for four to eight years. During that time, we’ll have space to repent and evangelize. After that, I expect things to fall apart. God is merciful, and he puts off his justice, so this sounds like the way he would do things. He gave Noah 120 years to preach to his neighbors before sending the rain.

Trump will surely do and say embarrassing things if he is elected. But he’s the most capable person in the race, far and away, so he will be extremely effective at whatever he decides to do. He is running against people who have never done anything productive and who have never managed people in a capitalist (non-subsidized) enterprise, so none of them can do what he can.

Should Christians feel bad about voting for him? I don’t think so. When have we ever seen a man of God in the White House? Let’s be honest; politics doesn’t attract prophets and apostles. It attracts people with gigantic egos and a desire to control. Some of our Presidents have been real Christians, but we’ve never had anyone Spirit-led. Trump is probably as much of a Christian as Bush I or Nixon.

I have learned that God tends to give carnal grunt work and big titles to carnal people. This frees his real servants up so they can do things that are important to him. If you look at churches, the pastors are usually carnal people who like attention and control (just like politicians), and the most effective Christians are generally people who lack titles or church jobs.

God can’t find an apostle to run, and we wouldn’t vote for one, so Trump is about as good as anyone, as long as he will do some things God wants.

Cruz is associated with charismatic preachers. Does that make him a servant of God? Not necessarily.

Cruz’s dad Rafael hangs out with prosperity preachers like Larry Huch and Kenneth Copeland. I saw Kenneth Copeland say he thought God had anointed Cruz to do something or other. I think he said Cruz was going to transfer wealth from the wicked to the righteous, but you can check Youtube and find out. Anyway, God hates the prosperity gospel, and he hates it when greedy, mean, egotistical people put words in his mouth, so frankly, I think God is not going to bless the Cruz campaign.

The prosperity gospel is a lie from hell, and if you believe it, you may curse your ability to make money or succeed. Cruz is aligning himself with some truly filthy people, so it may be that God can’t bless his campaign. If Cruz wins, the prosperity hucksters will come out and say it proves they were right, and people who don’t know right from left will be deceived and follow them.

Trump isn’t polling too well compared to Hillary, but Trump’s enemies are doing a great job of attracting support for him, so when the time comes, he may do well. Also, a lot of Republicans are lying to pollsters, saying they’ll vote for Hillary over Trump. That’s just spite. I think Cruz would make a better president, but if Trump is the GOP candidate, you better believe he will have my vote, and he will also have the votes of 95% of the conservatives who claim they will never help him.

I’m not too agitated about the election. If you follow this blog, you know how upset I used to get about politics. I have come to accept the fact that humanity is lost, and I have zero hope for America’s future, so I am focusing on fixing myself and the people I know. If we’re on solid ground with God, this other nonsense won’t be able to get to us. Sometimes the Ninevites repent, and sometimes you sit in the Ark and listen to drowning sexual deviants and giants bang and scratch on the hull. If all I can do is look after myself and a few other people, then I am content with that.

Things are coming to a head. Thanks to technology and the immorality of the people who design and wield it, free will is about to come to an end. Surveillance (and behavior control) will be universal in a very short time. Without a certain amount of free will, the earth serves no purpose. Men can’t be judged when they can’t do what they want. I don’t believe God will let a 1984-style world exist for very long. I am hoping I’ll be ready when things really go nuts, and even if I die first, serving God and receiving correction and growth are the correct and profitable things to do.

I don’t look at other blogs any more, so I have no idea what my old friends are up to. I would guess that they’re enraged, and that a lot of really mean memes are going around. God bless them all; I wouldn’t go back to that for all the tea in China.

Fix your own ark. Don’t be overly concerned with what goes on around you. You may end up doing more good than you think.

You Can’t Assert a Right You Don’t Have

A long time ago, my dad bought my sister’s house. He had already paid for most of it; his intention was to give it to her. He bought her out because she had ruined the place, and he was in trouble with the code enforcement people.

We started renovating it, so he could rent it out. The process was slow and full of problems.

Everything but the outer walls had to be replaced. People don’t believe me when I tell them how badly the house had been damaged. I shot video and took photos, because I knew people would not be able to grasp the magnitude of the destruction. After she left and took everything she could salvage, we spent four figures on removing junk, all of which went to the dump.

New floors (and subfloors). New drywall. New appliances. New wiring. New roof. New lawn. You name it. It all had to go.

The problems we ran into were ridiculous. We hired a contractor with glowing recommendations, and he did a tremendous amount of substandard work and then left. Neighbors who should have been thrilled to see work going on complained about the construction mess, and we had to fight the city. Construction was eventually halted because the work was no good, and the house was designated “unsafe.”

It took months to get that fixed. The City of Miami does not care if you lose everything you have while they wait to issue permits. They will literally let you go bankrupt before they will speed anything up. They sat and did nothing, and there was no way to motivate them.

Then Florida Power & Light decided the electrical service had to be switched from “residential” to “construction.” They never said what that meant, but for weeks and weeks, they refused to do anything to get the change made. They can’t be fired, and they have no competition, so it doesn’t matter to them if you lose rent money for two or three months.

We hired a new contractor (with glowing recommendations), and he was slow. He made a lot of excuses. He kept billing for new things.

The walls had been replaced, but because the first contractor didn’t follow the code, the new walls had to be replaced.

During all this time, I was praying and using my supernatural tools, but things kept getting gummed up. I did not understand it.

One day last week, I thought about the price my dad paid for my sister’s interest, and I realized something: one part of her payment had been held up.

When he bought her out, he held a mortgage on her part of the house. She developed lung cancer, and instead of saving money, she had spent everything she had. She had not bought health insurance. She started out with very expensive treatment. When she was broke, she came to my father and asked him to foot the bills. To teach her a lesson, he made her sign a note for six figures.

When he bought the house, the mortgage was part of the deal. He was supposed to record a satisfaction of mortgage and let it go. But when I brought it up to him, he refused to do it. I didn’t argue with him, because it was between him and my sister, and I didn’t want to wade back into the snake pit. I knew he would never hold her accountable for the debt, so I didn’t think it mattered.

Last week, I sat up in bed and realized that in God’s eyes, the house still belonged to her.

The house fell apart because it belonged to a proud, malicious individual who brought curses on herself. It seemed to me that the construction problems came from this root. Any spirit sent to destroy her possessions would still have the authority to do damage.

I got up the next day and made him sign a satisfaction of mortgage. I took him to get it notarized, and I recorded it by mail.

Why write all this? Because the house has gone nuts since I recorded the mortgage. Whenever one of us visits, there are several workers there, putting the place in order. That’s new. In the past, we would go over and see no sign that anyone had been there in weeks. We could not get the city or the contractor moving.

The contractor has stopped being belligerent and unreasonable. Things I thought were not being done are being taken care of. The stress is gone.

The reason I write about this, potentially subjecting my sister to criticism, is that God taught me something wonderful: our actions matter. Life doesn’t instantly fix itself when you accept salvation, and it doesn’t necessarily fix itself when you develop a strong prayer life (my expectation). You also have to find out what you’ve been doing wrong. You have to admit it candidly, without excuses (or as we like to call them, “explanations”), and you have to ask for help correcting things.

Maybe you have debts. Maybe there is someone you treat badly. Maybe you owe someone an apology. The most likely problem of all is pride coupled with denial. You have to ask God about these things and get his help putting them right. Until then, you’re bailing a boat at one end while water comes in a hole at the other.

My old churches, Trinity Church and New Dawn Ministries, did not teach accountability or repentance. They taught that if you believed God and gave preachers money, everything would work out. As a result, Trinity can’t pay its bills and New Dawn is a tiny, failed church in a rented room, after years of yammering about the prosperity gospel.

The pastors of these churches, personally, are failures, so the people who follow them are failures. The failure of Rich Wilkerson, the pastor at Trinity, is less obvious, because he borrows and hustles, but the church is not prosperous. No one who has a lot of debt is prosperous. They just look good until the bills come due.

This can be extremely helpful to you, if you take it seriously and put it to use. Start asking God what you’re doing wrong. If you think you’re not doing anything wrong, ask him to get off the throne, because obviously, it rightfully belongs to you.

I experienced something truly wonderful yesterday. I have been unable to make myself pray consistently in the middle of the day, and it has been a real problem, because prayer is like food. You can’t do it once and then forget about it. You have to do it over and over, at relatively short intervals. When you neglect it, things start to go badly, like the battle in which Moses held Aaron’s rod over his head. When he held it up, the Hebrews did well. When he lowered it, they started to lose.

I have been praying and praying for help with this. I like to pray at around 5 p.m., because it’s a good midway point. I try to go at least 20 minutes in tongues. I keep asking God to give me grace to do it. I don’t need willpower; that brings pride. I need supernatural help.

Yesterday I had a burger, and then I sat on the couch for a bit, to watch something stupid and digest the food. I started feeling euphoric. I thought it was just my blood sugar going up, but then I realized it was supernatural. I felt peace and joy, and an absence of stress and anger. I knew it was God, resting on me, so I gave in to in and started praying. It was great. I felt him moving, doing various things. I knew things were being ordered and harmonized. I was getting correction.

I can’t say enough about it. Being in God’s presence is a gift and an honor you can’t buy with money or earthly power. There is no way to get it unless you please God. People simulate it with drugs and alcohol, but those things don’t compare, and they always come with a cost that exceeds the benefit.

In summary, it has been a really good week, and I expect things to keep getting better. I hope people listen and try the things I’m doing so they get what I’m getting.

Music continues to go well. Sometimes I feel sure my hands are going to swell up and refuse to cooperate, but when practice time comes, they are always ready to go. I am starting to sound a little bit like a musician from time to time.

Last time, I wrote about my old “Wingman” amp. It started life with two output transformers and four 6BM8 tubes, for a total of 15 watts. Recently, I took two output tubes out and got a nice sound, so I decided to rehabilitate the amp.

I was not sure whether I should go with two tubes and 7 watts or four tubes and 15 watts. I played around, switching tubes in and out. I learned that I had the wrong rectifier (5Y3) in it, so I put a bigger one (5AR4) in it, and the sound got even better.

I have all sorts of amp parts lying around. I have a bigger power transformer, which I intended to put in the Wingman, thinking it would clean things up. Somehow, I had gotten the idea that four tubes added up to 30 watts, so the new transformer was the correct size for that amount of power. I found out I was wrong; it was only 15 watts. I checked the existing power transformer, and it was rated for 15 watts. I was all set!

I cleaned the amp up and built a new cabinet for it, and here it is.

The sound is very clear and warm, very much like the four-EL84 Rocketman amp I designed, but I would say it breaks up a little earlier. Not sure. In any case, it has a singing quality which is hard to describe. When you play through it, it’s like the guitar becomes a wind instrument, like a muted trumpet. It’s exquisite.

I have been modifying my pedals, and I decided to open up my Way Huge Fat Sandwich distortion pedal to see what I could do to cut down the gain. It turned out I had the internal drive pot set too high, so I turned it back down and fired the amp up. Magnificent. Like listening to an angel cry. Warm, round, expressive…marvelous. I liked it so much I found a second Fat Sandwich on Ebay, used. Now I’ll have one in the garage and one in the house.

I have bought a lot of pedals, but it’s not because I want a lot. It’s because I want a few really good ones. You have to try a fair number in order to find what you want. And even then, I had to open them up and change parts.

The amp parts I still have are going to have to go somewhere. I believe the best move is to build one more Rocketman, since the first one is a little rough, and I may make another Wingman. After that, I will be set for a while. I have a couple of speakers I need to put into a cabinet, so that’s also on the list.

For quite a while, I’ve been asking God to show me the things in my life that please him. I’ve been asking him to restore them, repair them, replace them, make them work, and so on. I ask this for everyone on my prayer list. The stuff with the amps and guitars seems to be his answer. Very nice.

I am not out of the woods yet, but at least I know I’m in the woods! That’s more than most charismatic Christians can say. They go down with the ship, thinking the Coast Guard is a minute away when it’s actually still at the dock.

As always, I hope this is helpful. Let me know if it bears fruit in your life.