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I write a lot about relatively trivial things these days. I say “relatively” because they’re not completely trivial. I write about good things that are happening to me because God is blessing me. These things happen because God has taught me important things, and I am putting them to use. That’s not really trivial at all. But I still need to tell other people about the root causes of my blessings, which are much more important than the blessings themselves.

I’ve learned a number of things recently. Perhaps the most momentous thing I’ve learned: I am a god.

I think most Christians would be angry to read that, and that should surprise no one, because the Jewish religious authorities of the time of Jesus, who (like most of our Christian authorities) were servants of Satan, got very angry at Jesus when he said the same thing, which he found in their scriptures, which they supposedly revered.

What do I mean by “god”? Do I mean I get to sit on the throne of heaven and tell everyone else what to do? Do I mean I can create a galaxy if I feel like it? Obviously not. Whatever authority I have comes from the father, and I will always be under his command. I can’t create my own reality. There are kooks in places like California who teach that every human being can create his own experience, without deferring to any higher authority. Celebrities, who tend to think of themselves as higher beings simply because people point cameras at them, have fallen for this nonsense. It’s a lie. Everyone serves someone. Everyone is accountable.

When the Bible says we are gods (“elohim”), it means we are children of Yahweh and that we are above all the creatures that are not. Most people, to put it mildly, are not children of God. They are his creations but not his children. God’s children are those who are truly saved. That excludes many people who think they are Christians. Ideally, a child of God is led by the Holy Spirit. The Bible says, “As many as are led by the Holy Spirit, they are the sons of God.”

In the hierarchy of the universe, we are above demons, fallen angels, objects, unsaved human beings, every inanimate thing, and nonhuman earthly creatures. Jesus died on the cross, and we are heirs to his authority.

Jesus did a number of things religious authorities did not like. He violated the man-made, unscriptural Jewish laws, and he encouraged his followers to do so. He healed people on the sabbath. He also called himself the son of God.

In John 10, Jesus said, “I and the Father are one.” Some Jews who heard him picked up rocks to stone him. This passage follows.

Jesus answered them, Many good works have I shewed you from my Father; for which of those works do ye stone me?

The Jews answered him, saying, For a good work we stone thee not; but for blasphemy; and because that thou, being a man, makest thyself God.

Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?

If he called them gods, unto whom the word of God came, and the scripture cannot be broken;

Say ye of him, whom the Father hath sanctified, and sent into the world, Thou blasphemest; because I said, I am the Son of God?

Jesus referred to Psalm 82, which says, “I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.”

They continued to try to kill him, but he walked off under God’s protection, as he did every time he was threatened, until he finally allowed himself to be taken. He walked away unharmed because he was God’s son. He was a god, and he was favored above those who were not.

Psalm 82 says God is addressing those to whom the word of God came. Jesus is the word of God, according to his own declaration. The Bible says prophets spoke when the word of God came to them. Jesus speaks to the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit repeats things to men. That’s what prophecy is.

It all makes sense. God created the earth for the purpose of reproduction, and he calls us his children. What do a giraffe’s “children” grow up to be? Giraffes. What do a trout’s “children” grow up to be? Trout. A child of God grows up to be a god. Like God himself, we will live in the highest realm of creation, totally invulnerable to all harm, with all our enemies permanently defeated and confined far away from us. We will have no flaws or weaknesses. We will have no fear of anything. We will never sin or want to sin. We will be gods. We just won’t receive worship.

When Paul and Barnabas showed up in Rome, they demonstrated so much power, people called them Mercury and Zeus. They had to humble themselves and make people understand that the power came from the throne of heaven, not themselves.

The earth is a dirty place (made from dirt), but God, who is completely clean, has chosen to have contact with it for the purpose of reproduction. He uses people in flesh bodies. Our bodies are like the feet of God. In the Bible, feet symbolize human beings who, though citizens of heaven, are here on earth completing missions for God.

When God cursed the earth, he told Satan the seed of Eve would bruise his head, and Satan would bruise his heel. He was referring to us. We are above Satan. Our feet are above the highest part of him, so when there is contact, he can only bruise our feet. It’s as though the faces of the spirits that are against us are our cobblestones. We walk on them.

Psalm 91 mentions this. It says, “Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder; the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.”

It’s amazing when you see how various parts of the Bible fit together.

Psalm 91 says God’s angels will bear his children up in their hands lest we dash our feet against stones. It refers to the stones of Satan’s temple. We are the stones of Jesus’ temple, and people who are not saved are the stones of Satan’s. Psalm 91 says we will not have our flesh driven into conflict with carnal people.

We’re supposed to have lives of authority and success. We are elite. We are nobility. We are the 1% of the universe, to steal a phrase the envious and murderous children of darkness like to use to describe people who are blessed. The Bible mentions problems Christians will have on the earth, but that’s about persecution, not things like disease and poverty.

There were people in the early church who were not successful in life. They were doing Christianity wrong. The early church was strong and full of knowledge, but it wasn’t perfect. It failed because people still did things wrong. You shouldn’t assume that your life won’t be any better than theirs. You shouldn’t get the idea that they were perfect or that you can’t do Christianity as well as they did.

Jesus said his followers would do greater things than he had. We haven’t seen that yet. The early church didn’t accomplish it. That means it’s still in the future. We should hope to exceed the deeds of early Christians.

Moses did things that were much more impressive than anything Jesus did, and that was under the old covenant, so how can we think we’ve seen all that new-covenant people will be allowed to do?

The apostles made mistakes. People don’t like to hear it, but it’s true. Paul corrected Peter publicly when he tried to Judaize new believers and make them obey the law instead of the Spirit. Paul and Barnabas had a major argument. Obviously, one of them was wrong. We shouldn’t think we can’t do better, and be more blessed here on earth, than the early church.

We are gods already, even if we are stuck to uncooperative bags of deteriorating meat at the moment. We have authority now. We have God’s character and mind now. The Bible says God gave us the Holy Spirit as a down payment here on earth. We have to use supernatural weapons to defeat our flesh, other people, and spirits in order to manifest the power and virtue of sons of God.

Churches don’t teach this stuff. They have turned Christianity into a game show. “Do this for God and get this many points.” “Refrain from that and get that many points.” Add up the points, and maybe you get to heaven. Christianity is not a game or a set of rules. It’s supernatural. A great spirit comes to live in you, and you communicate with him all the time and submit to him, and he gives you assignments and the power to complete them. He gives you a new heart and mind and kills the old ones. He relieves you of the obligation to work hard and fight for everything. That stuff is carnal, and it honors the flesh and insults God.

It’s very important to understand these things, because Satan runs the church, and he has created a system which sets you up for failure and eternal damnation.

I had a very disturbing dream last night. I was in this house, and my dad was still alive. It was dark. I got myself a ham and cheese sandwich. When I picked up the mustard jar, it was empty. One of my dad’s faults was that he would eat things he liked and leave nothing for anyone else. I knew he had done it; he had eaten all of the mustard, like ice cream, with a spoon. I went to my own private fridge for another jar, and that fridge contained an empty, dirty jar with no lid.

I took the jar to his bedroom to confront him and try to help him remember not to eat all the mustard. I was going to tell him it wasn’t pudding. I went into his bedroom and started to talk to him about the mustard, and he interrupted me and said, “To me, it’s like pudding.”

After this, I heard a voice. It was my sister, calling my name. She was in my house. Immediately, I felt my stomach twist into a knot. I have never told her where I live, and I will not permit her to be on this property for any reason. I refuse to go back and be subjected to the presence of someone who abused me and everyone else in the family for years.

The first words out of my mouth, before I even started walking to find her, were, “GET OUT.”

I found her in the kitchen, and I told her to get off my property that instant. I told her she was not allowed to set foot here. She said I had already lost, and for some reason, I said, “I have never lost.”

I noticed a bunch of people were with her. Cops, mostly. They had come to help her move in. One had a cast on his right hand, and he was holding an M16 rifle in front of him, looking around as though he expected someone to pop up and shoot him.

I told them they were all trespassing. I told them to leave. I saw a wall of disorderly cardboard boxes full of my sister’s belongings. I told her I was going to put them off the property and leave them in the open. I told her she knew me and that she knew I would do it.

I started asking who was in charge. I saw a woman at the back. I went to talk to her. I said, “Social worker, right?” I told her my sister’s history of being ejected from rehab facilities. I told her how exceptional she was and how she had repeatedly fooled people like the social worker.

A bearded man with glasses was staring at the house and my things. He marveled because it was such a wonderful house. I agreed. I said, “It’s the greatest house in creation.”

They didn’t seem to be inclined to obey me, so I shouted, “I am a LAWYER, and I am telling you to leave NOW.”

They left, and my sister and the boxes were gone.

I woke up immediately. I felt terrible. I felt as though she were coming back to make my life miserable.

I prayed. I asked God what the dream was about.

My sister represents false siblings who are heavily controlled by fallen angels and demons. These are people who claim to be Christians yet have no knowledge. They think they know better than I do, even though I listen to the Holy Spirit and they don’t. I know a lot of people like this. My word for them is “boneheads.” You can’t tell them anything. You can spend your whole life trying to bless them with useful knowledge, and all they will do is torment you. They persecute, and they waste your time. When you fail to go along with their carnal plans, they start accusing you. You’re heartless. You’re selfish. You think you’re “a little bit special,” as one said to me a few years ago.

My dad represents the leadership of the church. My dad was demented, and most church leaders are inept and very ignorant. They know almost nothing, and what they think they know is toxic and wrong.

My dad was extremely carnal. He loved to stuff himself in front of the TV. Many preachers are just fat sacks that gluttonize on things like money and food. They’re like babies. Everything is about the mouth and the blanket.

Mustard represents the kingdom of God, as it did in a parable. Ham represents gentile flesh (mine). Cheese represents the milk of the Bible. Bread represents God’s word. Ignorant, gluttonous preachers who serve their bellies destroy the kingdom of God for other people. They can’t benefit from it, and they keep us from going in. They eat the mustard, which doesn’t help them, and they keep us from getting it.

The cops and the social worker represent well-meaning people of earthly authority whom demons and failed Christians manipulate to get them to control the Spirit-led.

The other day God showed me something. In Genesis, Satan was represented as a serpent because a serpent has no arms or legs. It controls other animals with its mouth. Even a constrictor begins by grabbing prey with its mouth. Satan has no power of his own. He uses the power of others. He threatens them. He makes deals with them. He offers them bait. He lies to them.

A good Christian controls his own strength and God’s power to get things done. A child of Satan controls other people. Always remember that. Anyone who uses threats, guilt trips, juicy bait, or lies to make you obey is serving Satan. When you obey such people, you obey Satan, too.

To get everyone to leave, I had to use the authority of the law. I had to tell them I was a lawyer. It’s funny that Christianity was not part of the dream. I didn’t pray or speak in God’s name. It makes sense, though, because Jesus spoke parables that had no overtly religious or supernatural content.

God is reminding me not to join a church. I’m not sure why he did it, because the idea of joining a church is repulsive to me. Maybe he did it so I would tell others.

The sense that I was slipping back under the power of evil people and spirits left me feeling very traumatized. After several hours, I am still not over it.

The word says, “The Lord is my pastor; I shall not lack.” That’s Psalm 23. When I was under human pastors, I lacked. They used me. They taught me toxic things that weren’t true, along with a number of helpful things that were true. God is the perfect pastor. He only teaches truth. He doesn’t hurt; he always builds you up.

False Christians will be very prominent in the persecution movement as it ramps up. They already are. They always have been. I have had very few problems with non-Christians. The people who made me most miserable in my walk over the years were preachers, church officials, and volunteers.

I think it’s hard for most Christians to accept the fact that Satan runs the church, but then the Jews didn’t like it when Jesus called them “the synagogue of Satan,” and he was right.

I have much, much less anxiety and stress than I did even a year ago. The closer I get to God, the better things go and the more I succeed. God told me this: “Success brings joy, and joy brings success.” It’s true.

Joy isn’t ordinary happiness. It’s associated with victories and breakthroughs. This is why the Bible says, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” It’s why people in the Bible reJOIced when good things finally happened.

These days, I prophesy and interpret tongues a lot. I have been reluctant to to it, because I was afraid I would say crazy things that were wrong, but that is changing. God’s word says he’ll back me up, so I leave that to him. I can’t tell you how comforting it is to hear what he has to say to me. I need to spend more time doing it. After all, the Bible says, “Faith comes by hearing, and hearing, by the word of God.”

He keeps telling me I have nothing to worry about. Worry is something he really hates. He talks about it all the time. He keeps saying he will never drop me. He says he has never left me, and he never will. He says he will lift me above the world. These things are all consistent with the Bible.

Worry is his main issue with me. Not lust. Not pride. Not anger. Not covetousness. Not dishonesty. He barely mentions those things. He talks about worry every time he speaks. It’s very important to cooperate with him and to continue to diminish worry.

Favor is a big deal with God. He really wants to help you, believe it or not. He keeps showing me favor in funny ways.

I have a list of people I pray for, and I ask God to send people to help us. I ask him to cause them to pay us money we haven’t earned, to give us things we haven’t earned, to give us free counsel, to take care of us and all we have so we can spend our time serving him, and so on.

My prayers have been working in an amusing way. I can’t seem to go to Home Depot without getting something for nothing. I tried to buy a circuit breaker. The cashier couldn’t look it up, so she insisted I take it and not worry about it. I went to Home Depot to buy a cabinet, and when I arrived, the exact model I wanted was by the door, selling for half price, and I got it for $5 less. I bought a few things the other day, including a vacuum nozzle, and the cashier was not able to look it up, so she told me it was mine. It’s making me nervous.

I went back later and sneaked the circuit breaker and nozzle back onto the shelves, but I’m not sure God wanted me to. After all, he told the disciples to take a stranger’s donkey without permission.

I couldn’t go to customer service, because the cashiers might have gotten in trouble.

It’s strange, but I never think about the morality of what they’re doing until it’s too late and I’m in the parking lot. That’s when it hits me. I don’t know why.

I went to a metal dealer, and when I told the people there I was learning to weld, they gave me maybe $25 worth of free metal to practice on. I didn’t spend that much on what I bought.

I hired an electrician to improve my shop’s wiring, and his company said they would trace and fix a problem with a socket for nothing. They’re coming tomorrow. It’s not a small job.

I wanted dust collection for the cabinet I bought, which holds a wood lathe. I picked a product from Rockler.com. When I went to order it, it was on sale, and they were offering free shipping.

I’ll tell you about the weirdest example of favor I’ve seen.

I’ve been stretching briefly every night. I want my back to be healthy. I first started a month or so ago, and I was startled to see how stiff I was. I could only get my fingertips to within maybe 6″ of the floor. I kept at it, and over a few weeks, I improved to the point where I could put two fingertips down.

The other day, before stretching, I commanded my flesh to be healed, strong, lean, and flexible. Then I stretched. I put three fingertips on each hand on the floor. I didn’t know what to think. It was astonishing.

I can now put all five fingers on the floor, with a slight bend in each knee. Explain it if you can.

I’m not a prosperity-gospel Christian, and I don’t believe prosperity and other earthly blessings prove you’re doing things right, but I know God’s supernatural favor when I see it. Besides, I don’t give money to preachers, so I know what I get has nothing to do with the prosperity lie.

You need to work on the gifts of the Spirit, and you need to hear from God many times every day. You’re not going to get anywhere by sending preachers money, going to Africa on missionary trips God didn’t order you to take, hitting yourself with a flagellum after you sin, saying Hail Marys, building an unnecessary orphanage, or being the extra-best church volunteer who ever lived. You need to know God personally. That’s what he likes, and it brings results.

What did Jesus say? People would come to him and tell him about all the great things they had done in his name, and he would send them to hell, saying, “I never KNEW you.”

Hell is full of Christians. Accept it. I would be surprised if any of the dead popes are absent.

When I was a kid, my grandfather used to give me money. I didn’t ask for it or earn it. We spent a great deal of time together, and every so often, he would just hand me some cash. That’s how God is. He’s not waiting for you to present a bill for building a cathedral. He loves his children, and he enjoys giving them things just because it makes them happy.

I have no idea how many words I’ve written. Many, I suppose. I will close, and when I come back, maybe I’ll have a new wrench to write about.