Enough of This Place

For some reason, I decided to look up Michael Avenatti today. If you doubt the existence of evil spirits, or you doubt that God defends his servants, the Avenatti story should clear up your doubts. Avenatti’s self-destructive, self-deluding behavior is so bizarre, it could be considered insane, and his fall suggests he offended God himself.

As people who watched the news a few years back know, Avenatti dedicated his life to persecuting President Trump. He represented a trashy woman Trump had sex with, and for a time, he was constantly threatening to bring Trump down with other purported bombshells. He said something ill-considered, which later became famous in a way he didn’t like: “Enjoy your time in prison.”

Avenatti appeared to be an extremely successful individual. He drove racing cars and spent money as though there were no end of it. Then he tried to extort money from the Nike corporation, he was convicted of a felony, and it also turned out he was a huge tax alleged evader. The IRS accused him of a number of fraudulent actions. He is also accused of stealing from clients. I can’t recall whether he has been convicted of the tax and theft charges. You can Google and find out.

Apart from Trump himself, he may well have been Twitter’s most well-known participant, baiting and insulting everyone who disagreed with him. He seemed to think he occupied a lofty seat of judgment, as though anointed and invulnerable. Then in 2019, the tweets dried up instantly and permanently. He is barred from using the Internet, and he has gotten in trouble because he is suspected of violating the ban.

I can only imagine what it feels like, having that kind of personality and knowing there are tweeters out there running roughshod over you every day, unrestrained and unpunished. Unblocked.

His account is still up. That says a lot about his pride.

The things we know he did, setting unproven things aside, suggest mental illness. No lawyer or competent law student would commit extortion in writing. How could it have happened? He graduated first in his class at a very good law school. Unless he paid someone to take his classes for him, he had to know he was setting himself up for prison time and a permanent end to his legal career, not to mention intense public humiliation.

The contrast is stark. On the one hand, he was extremely arrogant and self-righteous in his condemnation of others, calling for severe punishments. On the other, he was busy guaranteeing such punishments for himself. How can one head contain the mechanisms for doing both of those things simultaneously? How could he have failed to expect to be fed a near-lethal dose of his own medicine, very publicly? Strange.

I believe that when people behave irrationally, spirits are usually at work. I can’t think of a better explanation for the Avenatti story.

As for Trump, I was calling him “Cyrus” before anyone else said it in a prominent forum. Cyrus was a heathen whom God anointed to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem. He was no man of God, but he was a friend of God’s people, and he defended them and provided for them.

When God chooses you for a job, and someone with mental problems makes a career of trying to bring you down by deceitful means, you are asking for a beating. It sure looks like Avenatti got a divine spanking. No one can say Trump was behind it. Avenatti opened himself up over and over. He begged to be disbarred and imprisoned, and it appears God sent people to oblige him.

To me, his tale underscores the importance of humility and forbearance. If you can’t accept your own vulnerabilities and faults, you’re asking for the universe to reveal them to you in very painful ways. If you’re ruthless in your treatment of people you believe to be guilty, especially when you’re wrong, you can expect severe treatment when your own misdeeds ripen and burst into view.

It’s a scary story. When I think about this man, I do my best not to gloat. I try to focus on forgiveness in my own life. I don’t want to find out what it feels like to be Michael Avenatti.

If California is like other states, Avenatti might be able to get his license back a few years after he leaves prison. Bar associations really do things like that. I know a felon who was disbarred twice. He can also work as a clerk for someone who has a license. He might be better off driving a truck, though. Getting a job unrelated to law would take less time, and he will have to eat while he’s rebuilding.

Avenatti’s fall gives me hope Trump will win again this year. If God was willing to put Avenatti in federal prison and take away everything he had, maybe he’ll be willing to give a comeuppance to the brats who are running amok in our country. I hope so. Four more years would be very helpful, assuming there are four years left before the rapture.

I’ve been watching more rapture-dream videos on Youtube. They’re popping up all the time. Even small children are dreaming of angels with swords or of being transported to new homes.

I used to think I had only had one rapture dream, but that may not be true. I had several dreams in which I died. I can’t recall how many. At least two. They were the same. I was driving a Ford Explorer on a major highway. I was on a section of road that rose far into the air. There was a break in the road, and for some reason, I kept driving. I drove into empty space. The car rotated so it was facing downward. I was hundreds of feet from the ground. I watched the ground approaching. I knew I was going to die.

I wasn’t worried. I was excited about the adventure of going to heaven. I wanted to meet Jesus. I was glad my life here was over. I was also very impressed with the serious and somber nature of the moment. I prayed and tried to make sure I was going to the right place. I woke up at some point in the fall.

It may be that these were rapture dreams. The end of the road could be the end of this age. The fall could be the time I’m going through now, sitting and waiting. Seemingly doing nothing.

I can’t recall who was in the car with me. Wish I could.

Last night I started asking God for more dreams about the future, as well as prophecies and visions. Can’t hurt.

It’s going to be pretty bad if I turn out to be wrong, Biden wins, Kamala Harris becomes our president, America declines into poverty and chaos, and I’m still here. Life will not be worth living in times like that.

I won’t worry. A heavy schedule of prayer in tongues, combined with self-examination, fasting, and repentance will put me on top no matter what happens around me. And as God keeps telling me, I’ve already won. If the rapture doesn’t come in my time, all I have to do is shelter in place until this body quits. The children of darkness hurt people while they’re alive, but they can’t prevent them from dying of old age.