The Real “Big Tent”

Yesterday I got some more revelation. It was not pleasant.

We’re always pushing for God to do something about the world. Open people’s eyes. Change their hearts. Give them ears to hear. Show them how good he is.

He’s already doing all those things. He’s God. He’s not lazy. He’s not incompetent. He knows what to do. Whatever he’s doing, it’s the best possible thing. It always has been.

We are the problem. The people who will not listen and the slum spirits that are already permanently lost and headed for the flames.

I was thinking about how evangelism had slowed down. The results these days are tiny compared to other centuries. It’s like we’re scraping cake batter out of a bowl after pouring the bulk out into a pan. Not much is happening.

Christians deny this with bad evidence. They say the church is growing in this country or that country. They’ll say they saw some guy hosting a big altar call somewhere. That’s denial. You can’t compare things like that to what used to happen.

Paul wandered around on foot before cameras and microphones and the printing press and reached about half of the Mediterranean coast. The charismatic revival reached hundreds of millions. We don’t see anything like that these days. It’s just a trickle. No new countries are opening up, and the ones that used to know God are attacking Christians for criticizing filthy, disgusting male perverts who want to dress up in women’s underwear and teach children in schools.

I was talking to God about how nearly everyone had rejected me when I told them things he had showed me. At Trinity Church in Miami, “Pastor” Rich Wilkerson held secret meetings about me to find out what I was up to and whether I was leading people away from his horrible church. At New Dawn Ministries, pedophile rapist “Pastor” Albert Santiago and his wife told people they were not allowed to associate with me or be my friends. My crime was that I exposed the prosperity gospel, which keeps people poor and keeps them from getting to know God.

I have had some squabbles with unbelievers, but at least 95% of my problems have come from Christians. Pastors and volunteers.

Some people have said I was too blunt, so it was my fault. It was never my fault. When people don’t want to hear the truth, it doesn’t matter how you present it, and when they love the truth, they will love harsh correction. Who was more blunt than Yeshua? Unlike him, I never stood in front of exalted religious leaders and told them they were sons of hell.

Was it his fault so many prominent Jewish priests and scribes went to hell?

While I was talking to God, I started finding myself imagining what it’s like for him. I imagined myself above the world, looking down on a filthy cloth suspended over it, between me and the earth at a considerable height. Imagine a dark brown cloth stained with blood, feces, urine, menstrual fluid, and every other disgusting thing. It completely blocked people’s view of the heavens. It was a thin, hollow ball that surrounded the planet.

Somewhere under the cloth were the people of the world, and my daily task was to try to talk to them through the cloth, which they had put up by choosing Satan over me.

I realized this was a picture of the fig leaves and the veil in the temple.

When Eve, a witch, feminist, and drug user, gave Adam, the first male feminist and beta, a drug to expand his consciousness, they both became aware of sin, and what was the first thing they did? They covered themselves up. They did not have cloth, so they used leaves which they picked, doing work with their hands. They knew it was not safe to present evil to God.

To rigid people, it may sound wrong to call the forbidden fruit a drug, but that’s what it was. Most popular recreational and ritual drugs come from plants. Tobacco, marijuana, heroin, cocaine, LSD, psilocybin, and mescaline are examples. There are lesser-known drugs that are literally fruit. Coffee comes from a fruit. Eve’s fruit altered minds.

Adam and Eve were supposed to fall on the ground, remain exposed, and beg forgiveness. Instead, they tried to hide their shame from the one who sees everything, and then when he came to them, they lied to him. They made excuses and denied fault.

Excuses are lies. God told me that.

God gave them animal skins to replace the leaves, because there is no remission of sin without the shedding of blood.

Think of the temple’s veil.

The holy of holies was the place where God’s presence was concentrated. The ark was a seat where he could sit, between two cherubs. The same cherubs that walked with him when he visited Abraham. They destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. The same cherubs that appeared at his tomb when he was resurrected after being murdered by religious Jews and their pagan masters and accomplices.

The temple had several areas. The outer court was open to everyone, even gentiles, except for menstruating women. The inner court was for Jews only. There were areas that were only for priests. The holy of holies was a small area behind a huge woven veil, and only the high priest could go there, once a year, to atone for the sins of the Jews on Yom Kippur.

The veil was no ordinary cloth. It was as thick as the width of a human hand, or about 4 inches. It always had dried blood on it because of the sacrifices. It would have been pretty dirty. It smelled. When Yeshua died, it was torn in half, from the top to the bottom. No human being could have done that. It would take internal combustion or hydraulics. Horses, at least.

The veil separated that which was holiest from that which was less holy or profane.

It served the same purpose as the leaves and the animal skins. People on one side of the veil were safe. If they went to the other side without preparation, they would be killed by divine fire.

When the veil was torn, it was a picture of a hymen being pierced. The man of the house was entering the body of the wife, symbolically. The high priests who had entered the holy of holies for generations were showing what Yeshua would do, as the only real high priest, as he was murdered. Only his blood could purify the temple.

The temple represented the Jews themselves. The proper and intended bride of the Messiah. Most of them rejected him, and gentiles took their places.

We use clothing to hide things. It’s disgusting to talk about, but we all know it. Every one of us has a crotch that produces things no one wants to see or smell. Clothing hides these things, absorbs them, and keeps them off of things like furniture.

Clothing makes us look better than we would naked. Most of us look fitter, stronger, and more beautiful with clothes on. This is even more true when we get old. No one stays beautiful. Nobody wants to see Jane Fonda’s body now.

The cloth I saw was like the veil and like clothing. It was a fabric woven of threads of denial. Excuses. Pride.

We deny our sins. We call them good deeds. We attack and slander God, saying the things he wants from us are actually evil. This is the person who told the Jews to execute sodomizers and witches. How can he be good? He wants to kill our cute, snarky wedding planners and hairdressers. He wants to kill nice ladies who read our palms and do our astrological charts.

Many of us, when we become Christians, twist Christianity to accommodate our preexisting, evil natures. This is where the prosperity gospel comes from. We want money. We don’t want to repent. We want to believe we get salvation that can’t ever be lost, just for one altar call.

We’re supposed to appear naked, figuratively, before God, but instead we hold onto our soiled underwear and hold it between him and ourselves like a shield. It deflects all that troublesome correction.

In Zechariah, the prophet saw Yeshua standing before the throne of Yahweh, clothed in a filthy robe. It is described as filthy, as with excrement. Not stains from spilled soup. The Bible says our own righteousness is like used menstrual rags.

Our God himself appeared in a robe caked with our feces. Yahweh forgave him, because he had never sinned, and he commanded the spirits to bring Yeshua fresh clothes.

The Bible itself confirms that sin is like a garment stiff with feces.

I am very frustrated because Christians reject the best things God shows me. Well, that just means I get a small taste of what God puts up with. He’s up there on the other side of the feces and menstrual fluid barrier, watching people march to destruction with their hands over their ears.

It’s normal. I should not have the feeling that something unusual is happening. This is how human beings have always been, and they will never be any different. Even during the millennium, when there are no evil spirits on the earth and Yeshua is here in the flesh, people will continue to sin and think they’re better than God.

This shows what pride looks like to God. A stiff garment reeking of urine, feces, dried blood, menstrual fluid, mucus, semen, sweat, sebum, pus, and every other disgusting thing. Things that come from the flesh itself. This is what homosexual activists are waving in God’s face every day. Their flag. The more colors they add, the more it looks brown. No wonder.

Preachers preach as though rejection of God proved there were something wrong with the church. That’s not quite right. It’s true that bad preaching drives people off unnecessarily, but Yeshua himself came down and preached perfectly, and he was still rejected by nearly all Jews who heard him.

The closer you get to God, the smaller your circle gets. That’s why the holy of holies was smaller than the inner court, and the inner court was smaller than the outer court.

Pride is the very worst iniquity, because it protects all the others. It’s better to be a humble rapist than a proud homosexual priest who feeds the poor. The rapist can change and be forgiven. The priest will die guilty and burn.

God told me pride was a fence we put around our sins, to protect them.

I hope this is informative to anyone who can accept it. Maybe understanding your world will help you be less disturbed by it and by the fact that it won’t be long before you are separated from most people you know and they are sent to burn. You can’t help them.