Always Accurate; Never Biased

I have been on a roll for weeks. God has been helping me break strongholds that used to drive me nuts. I had a lot of lingering tasks I could not seem to get done, and they keep falling before me.

Yesterday I installed a new moonroof motor in the SUV I inherited. This was a real problem. I need to go to Miami to get junk out of a house I own, so it can be sold. I don’t want to drive my pickup. Water was coming into the SUV because the moonroof drain holes got stopped up, and it killed the slide motor. In order to unplug the holes, I had to open the roof, so I needed the motor to work. I couldn’t drive the SUV to Miami with plugged drain holes. In order to go to Miami, I had to install the new motor.

The installation was a pain, but being me, I had all the tools I needed, and the most important tool was my knowledge of the supernatural. I prayed and spoke God’s help to myself.

I also got new insurance for a house I’m selling. I applied for an online account so I can pay my corporation’s taxes using my computer. I consulted with my realtor and chose a listing price for another house I’m selling. I established contact with a difficult condominium association which has apparently screwed my account up again, and I got them to commit to working it out with me. Things are moving right along.

I used to think worry was an important motivator. That’s true, IF you can’t get joy. Joy is the motivator you want. Worry is a stick; joy is a carrot. Joy is painless. It’s pleasant. It doesn’t give you ulcers, high blood pressure, strokes, gallstones, heart attacks, constipation, insomnia, obesity, or teeth that are worn out because you grind them at night.

The world is full of options. There are options that are available to God’s children, and there are inferior options for the carnal. Joy is for God’s children. If you can’t get God’s joy, you better get worry or some other source of drive, because if you don’t, you may fall way behind on your responsibilities.

God has been filling me with joy lately, and as the Bible says, the joy of the Lord is our strength. It’s not just a flowery saying that looks good on a greeting card. The joy of the Lord IS strength. It will help you get things done.

I’ve noticed that there are things that dull my joy. One of them is looking at the news. A while back, God told me to quit doing it. I canceled the newspapers my dad subscribed to, and I quit looking at news sites. I still see some stuff when I got to Yahoo to check a throwaway email account, however. I shouldn’t look at it. I need to be serious about it. When I look at the articles, I feel my joy slipping away, and I feel discouraged. The world is disgusting; it’s full of morbid tendencies. The world is failing, like a cancer patient, and when I read about it, I get caught up in the despair.

Generally, you go to a person’s side when he’s dying, and you sit it out. When a person is dying from a self-inflicted problem, and he refuses to change, it’s different. You shouldn’t take part in it. The world is going to succeed in destroying itself. I need to limit my participation in that.

I don’t actually need to read the news. I’m not endorsing ignorance, but right now, the news does me much more harm than good, and let’s face it: I am not going to change the world, or learn anything that will help me or those I love, by reading the news. God guides me every day. He’s not going to let me walk off a cliff just because I ignore the hysterical, biased squawking on Fox and CNN.

God keeps showing me how poisonous unequal yokings are. My dad, my worst unequal yoking, was a terrible weight to me until about two months before he died. He made me miserable for much of my life. Even though he changed tremendously shortly before he died, I am still recovering from the effects of my dealings with the pre-transformation Dad. I’m like a plant that was hidden in a closet; now I’m in the sun, and I’m growing and thriving.

When I was a kid, my sister and I used to push my mother to divorce my dad, and we were correct. He was that toxic. God supports marriage, and he hates divorce, but he permits divorce based on infidelity (and probably other things, under the new covenant), and my dad was unfaithful. We should have cut him loose and moved on. When I was older and had a choice, I chose to stay close to him and try to restore our relationship, and when I did that, I sentenced myself to years of needless conflict and waste.

You would think that when I turned back to God, over 10 years ago, he would have told me to dump my dad and make new connections. He did not. He was very clear. I believe I was sentenced to stick with my dad for a while, so I would get a bellyful and learn to hate unequal yokings. It worked. I absolutely hate them, and I will never permit myself to have another one.

When I sit and read news stories, I yoke myself with the secular world. I concern myself with problems that don’t apply to me. It does not matter what happens to the world; I am not part of it, so I will be fine. God has said, “A thousand shall fall at thy side and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.” He has also said, “Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge–even the most high–thy habitation, there shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.”

You know what? Fox and CNN may be your news, but my newspaper is the word of God. I have a different source of news, and my news is different. Now I see why God doesn’t want me to read the news. It’s as if I were studying to be a pharmacist but instead of pharmacy classes, I went to history classes. It’s not the correct input for people on my path, with my future.

It’s crucial to know and accept your place in life, and your path. You can’t look at what other people are doing and insist that you be allowed to do the same.

On a related note, I watched a neat Derek Prince video the other day, about the gifts of the Spirit. The Bible makes it clear that we are expected to prophesy; it’s a universal gift, and we are told to “covet” it. It also lists interpretation of tongues as a gift. Prince led a group of people in prophecy and interpretation, and I started trying to do what they did.

It appears to work. My only concern is that the messages I’ve delivered seem to have very little critical content. The main criticism is this: he says I have to listen. If I am correct, he says my enemies will be cut down before me like wheat before a scythe. He says he will be with me forever. He says many others have come before him, but he is the only true God.

I wondered who he was talking about when me said others had come before him. He said that over and over. In the case of the Jews, he could be talking about the many false messiahs, such as Moses of Crete or Menachem Schneerson, a former Lubavitcher Rebbe who, though he is dead, is worshiped by many people. There was also a pretender named Jesus Bar-Kochba.

It’s interesting to note that Jews who worship Schneerson, who, by their own criteria, can’t be the Messiah, are still considered Jews. If you worship Jesus, you’re out. I wonder if anyone has considered the seeming hypocrisy.

I’m not Jewish. I never thought any Jewish pretender was divine, so if God talks of others who came before him, he can’t be talking about Jewish false messiahs. On the other hand, I have looked to certain human beings to teach me and save me.

When I was in high school, I used to read philosophy books and self-help books. I read people like Krishnamurti and Kierkegaard. I even read Fritz Perls. He was an old pervert who founded a school of psychology called gestalt. Later in life, I found a guy named Wayne Dyer, who taught a very effective (short-term) method of defeating depression. When you defeat depression, joy rebounds in you, and you can get things done. It changed my life.

I was given an anti-depressant when I was at Columbia University, and I had a psychiatrist. Didn’t help in the slightest. Complete waste of time. My psychiatrist, Dr. Anderson, was possibly the worst messiah of all. He just sat in a chair and asked me questions.

I’ve put my faith in a lot of people who were wrong. Some were able to help me dramatically for a short time, but they always failed in the end. Their teachings were carnal, which means they were divorced from the Holy Spirit and Jesus. They were secular false messiahs.

I even turned myself into a messiah. I thought self-esteem and optimism, which I generated, could save me. Big mistake.

Because I was ignorant about God, I thought depression and low self-esteem were my fundamental problems. I was depressed for most of the first 30 years of my life, and I also suffered depression when I went to graduate school in physics. I don’t get depression any more. It’s actually somewhat difficult to remember what it was like, and that’s fine with me. It just does not happen. I can have a couple of days during which I feel down, but that’s it. God doesn’t cure depression temporarily; he annihilates it and keeps it off of you permanently. It’s one of the benefits of prayer in tongues.

I believe my depression was a demon, or more than one demons. Whatever it was, it could only be removed by God’s power.

I hope I’m hearing from God correctly. I intend to keep trying. God has made it clear that we are expected to prophesy, and I want to do everything I’m supposed to do.

Jesus said this:

And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?

Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?

I don’t believe God will allow me to be deceived if I ask for things he has told me I’m supposed to have. If he will, what hope is there for us?

The things I hear when I try to interpret and prophesy are far better than anything I would have expected God to give me, so I certainly hope they’re coming from God and not me.

We have to have God’s guidance. If he doesn’t inform us, we will walk into one defeat after another. The Bible isn’t enough. The Bible won’t tell you to avoid an airline flight that’s going to crash. It won’t tell you your neighbor is about to go on a shooting rampage. The Bible is great when it comes to generalities, but for specific, real-time information, you have to have the Holy Spirit.

Pre-Christian Jews inquired of God all the time, and he answered. The Holy Spirit spoke to Christians in the New Testament all the time. It’s abnormal to live without God’s timely, specific counsel, yet somehow, we think anyone who claims to hear from God is a nut and a heretic.

I think I’m going to be living in Tennessee at some point in 2020. I believe that will be my last move. I’ll say these things publicly, and we’ll see how they pan out. I think I’ll be looking for properties in earnest by the end of this year. I refuse to borrow (carnal and not the way you behave when you’re the head), so maybe that means all of my surplus property will be sold by then.

Many children of God are being moved to rural areas where they will live in greater safety and be less unequally yoked. On the other hand, most Christians I know don’t hear from God, and they plan to stay where they are. I can’t help them. I can tell them what I know, and after that, the burden is on them.

I think my black friends are in greater trouble than the others. They have been brainwashed to think they have to help “the community” at the expense of everything else. They think they have to live in urban black neighborhoods and hold onto black friends and relatives who pretend to be Christians yet are steeped in sin.

Their neighborhoods are going nowhere. They will not be fixed. They will continue to rot. Staying there is disobedient, and when bad times come, God’s help will be limited, because they should have known better than to stay.

White neighborhoods full of ungodly people are headed for trouble, and black neighborhoods are even worse off. That’s just how it is. As Lot’s wife could tell you, God won’t reward anyone for stubbornness. When he says “leave,” you have to leave.

I shudder when I consider the fate of Jews who live in or near big urban centers. Blacks and Hispanics, who tend to concentrate in cities, have major problems with anti-Semitism, and before long, they will be free to act on their urges. Muslims also accumulate in cities.

The Bible talks about enemies overrunning Israel and raping the women. When people from a certain area are dispersed, they tend to bring their curses with them to their new countries. It may be that many Jews in America will share the problems Israel faces. After all, Israel is a people, not a place.

Today I have to fix a hedge and work on state taxes. I should also put new gage wheels on the deck of my diesel mower. They just arrived. I might also add some stones to an area I mulched last week. Rain is disturbing the mulch.

Am I getting the property ready to live in or to sell? Looks like both. I hope so. As much as I love it here, I can’t stop thinking about Appalachia.