Educated American Chooses Witch Doctor Over Pastors

I just got a very strange email.

Back when I thought I was going to be a humorist (i.e. a person who refuses to grow up and uses his shortcomings to amuse others for money), I was part of a group of Internet writers who got books published. If you don’t remember any of that, good for you. It was a silly time. Publishers got the mistaken idea that the ability to generate web traffic correlated strongly with the ability to sell books, and generally, it wasn’t true. They published books by people like Wonkette (Ana Marie Cox), Maddox (no idea what his real name is), Tucker Max, and Glenn Reynolds. A publisher cranked out three of my own books.

As far as I know, the only one of us who made any real money from books was Tucker. He wrote a book about his adventures as a drunken lothario. It was called I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. It made him look like a real jerk, but I communicated with him a little, and it seemed to me that he was not really the character in his book. He was always polite and helpful. Same goes for Maddox.

Hmm…the Wikipedia entry on Tucker Max says Maddox’s real name is George Ouzounian.

Tucker wrote several more books. I didn’t keep up with him, because while he was succeeding at a game I no longer wanted to play, I was trying to reform and get right with God. I was added to his email list, however, so from time to time, I received news of his adventures.

Today I got a mass email from Tucker, and it was about a surprising subject. He is trying to repair himself using MDMA. He provided a link to his website, where I read an account of his experiences taking MDMA under the supervision of a Peruvian who claims to be a shaman.

MDMA, also known as ecstasy and molly, is related to a drug known as MDA. When I was in college, people said MDA was like LSD, only stronger and more dangerous. I wouldn’t know. I used a number of drugs when I was in college, but I never went near LSD or MDA. I knew people who used LSD had bad trips, and they had a tendency to jump out of windows. One of my freshman roommates used it. Music was playing, and he said he wanted to go outside, via an 8th-floor window, and grab the notes and bring them back inside.

MDMA is supposed to be warmer and fuzzier than MDA. Don’t ask me. I have never tried either, and I haven’t touched an illegal drug in over 34 years. The legal ones are bad enough.

What’s the Christian description of Tucker’s new adventure? “Witchcraft.” That’s what we would call it. In the Bible, the Greek word translated “witchcraft” is “pharmakeia,” which is the word from which we get “pharmaceutical.” It refers to the use of drugs.

If you want more proof that what he’s doing is witchcraft, consider the fact that a self-described witch (“shaman”) is overseeing the process.

That pretty much clinches it.

Tucker’s description of one of his MDMA experiences says that while the drug was working, he became love. That has to be a moving experience for a guy who has tried hard to convince the world he’s a jerk.

It makes me think of the times Jesus visited me. I didn’t become love. Wish I had, because I want to be like God, and God is love. I did feel love, however. I felt it physically, as though love were heat and Jesus were a heat lamp. Jesus radiates love, joy, peace, and protection. This is what we thirst for. We were created to crave it. When drugs give us a phony sensation that feels like God’s love, we think we’re really onto something.

We use drugs and alcohol to simulate the presence and help of God. If you’re a drug user, or you’re mentally ill and you find your prescriptions unsatisfying, the presence of God is what you really want. Drugs make empty promises, but God delivers, and there is no charge on the back end.

When you get into God’s presence, there is no crash. When he departs, you don’t crawl around looking at the rug, hoping to find another crumb you can snort.

Tucker is experiencing the presence of a counterfeit god, and he will have problems because of it. Satan is letting him swallow the tasty bait. The hook will come later. There is always a balloon payment.

Demons will give you nearly anything in order to convince you you’re on the right track. They’re like drug pushers. They do nice things to get you addicted and dependent.

One man who claims he visited hell said he saw cubicles which were made up to resemble heaven. According to him, you can go to one of these boxes during a near-death experience and be surrounded by fake peace and love. You won’t realize you’re in a small box. You’ll think you’re outdoors, in a beautiful place full of trees and flowers. Spirits that look like dead relatives will come up and hug you, and then when you return to earth, you’ll tell people Jesus doesn’t matter. You’ll say love is all that counts and that everyone will go to heaven.

The next time you die, you go to hell for good, and you find out what’s really in the box.

Satan gave Tucker a platform, and now he’s using it to promote witchcraft. It’s really something. It started out as a flippant effort to have fun and avoid growing up, and now suddenly, it’s a very serious place where people are supposed to go for supernatural assistance. How weird is that? It’s as if Pee Wee Herman or Andy Dick opened a church.

I think Tucker wants to help humanity; I don’t think he’s rubbing his hands together like the Wicked Witch of the West over her crystal ball. He’s trying to help people escape inner torment. Unfortunately, he looked for help in the wrong place.

God is love, but not everything that seems like love is God.

Here’s an obvious question: how badly have we failed, to cause intelligent people raised in a Christian country to turn to witch doctors instead of Christians when they need help? If we were doing a good job, wouldn’t most people come to us first and receive deliverance? We don’t have a good reputation, and that’s partly because we let people down.

Who has the biggest platform for spreading the word about God? Televangelists. What do you hear when you tune them in? Intelligence-insulting lies about God’s plans to make you rich for sending in money. Here and there, you’ll hear a useful word about salvation or sanctification, but it’s all buried in fetid, watery, moldy feces. It’s as if preachers had hatched a plan to drive intelligent people away from God.

The righteousness of the church has failed, so Satan is offering people his alternative righteousness, which is actually rebellion. Don’t be a Christian; just be really nice. Unfortunately, being nice won’t keep you out of hell. It’s full of nice people. It’s full of charity workers, philanthropists, foster parents, and kidney donors. No matter how nice you are, you can’t get in without the blood of Jesus.

Being nice won’t free you from demons. It may rearrange them. It may bring you different demons that pump up your pride and make you feel you’ve done the right thing. It won’t set you free.

I’m sorry to see this happen. It’s a deflection. A man tried to move toward righteousness and love, and spirits shunted him off to the side, onto a different path that leads to destruction. It’s a very common thing. I’ll use this as an opportunity to pray. I hope no one listens to the preaching and decides to use MDMA. Drugs open the doors to demons, and getting rid of them is harder than letting them in.

Another Stone Rejected by the Builder

I found another Derek Prince video this morning, and it’s very nice. I will embed it here.

Early this morning I woke up, thinking I had to use the bathroom. I thought I had cramps. Sometimes I eat interesting things. It turned out I was mistaken. I had a pain in my lower back on the right. Kidney stones. Again!

The last time this happened, I had no real pain, but this time I felt considerable pressure. It started to feel like a broken bone. I thought it might get worse before it got better, so IN ADDITION to praying, and AFTER praying, I reluctantly took a scrounged Roxicet.

I don’t know how bad kidney stone pain can be, so I don’t like to take chances. For me, it has always been about like a broken arm, which is bad, but tolerable. It has never been worse than that. Other people collapse and scream, which is not a pleasant prospect. I give them the benefit of the doubt. I assume their pain is very severe instead of writing them off as hysterical sissies. I don’t want severe pain.

After taking the pill, I sat in my man room and watched Youtube. I looked through Derek Prince’s material to see if he had anything relevant, and I found the video I mention above.

Appropriately, it’s about healing. More specifically, it’s about barriers to healing. Now that’s a good topic. Most charismatics have seen God do all sorts of things, so we know he heals, provides prophecy, enables us to speak in tongues, and so on. We don’t need to be told that God still does miraculous things. We need to know why he doesn’t ALWAYS do miraculous things, so we can get better results.

Jesus never told anyone, “This one is above my pay grade.” He never said, “Wow; maybe you should see a doctor about this.” His success rate was 100%.

People who actually read the Bible will recall that it says that when he went to Nazareth, he could do no “mighty work,” so you might think he was unable to do miracles there, but the Bible also says he laid hands on people during his visit and healed them. It’s not clear what “mighty work” means, but he did heal people. It may be that the Holy Spirit refused to permit him to do anything else.

Nazareth was a hostile place, which makes sense, because Jesus grew up there. Think of the people you grew up with and the ways they try to diminish and stunt you. Nazarenes (small town people who knew Jesus quite well) were the first people who tried to kill Jesus to please God. They took him to a cliff and tried to throw him off. God probably withheld considerable favor when Jesus went back to Nazareth, because they were impossible to reach.

Prince says some remarkable things in his videos, and most of it is confirmation of things I’ve been hearing from God for years.

First of all, yes, unrepented, unconfessed sin and iniquity will cause disease and prevent you from getting healed.

Christians hate to hear that, even while they’re receiving chemotherapy. We love to think that because we raised our hands 20 years ago and said the sinner’s prayer, God expects absolutely nothing from us and will solve all our problems without requiring us to change, but it’s not true. Sin causes problems for us, and those problems may be physical. God killed Ananias and Sapphira for sin, and that was in Acts, not Judges, so how can you say he won’t allow you to get cancer? He allowed my mother to get cancer, even though she sought him sincerely. She committed the sin of tobacco use for 50 years, and then she died with multiple tumors. The connection isn’t just plausible; it’s obvious and undeniable.

Yesterday I went to Middlebrook Church again, and they had apple juice communion. I do not understand their use of apple juice. I suppose you can do communion with root beer if you understand communion and have a good reason for refusing wine, but the pastor of Middlebrook Church doesn’t understand communion.

Yesterday he complained about a church he attended when he was young. He said they taught that you could die if you took communion and there was any evil in your life. He thought it was funny. He didn’t point out that Paul taught the same doctrine. He said many people got sick and died because they didn’t take communion correctly.

Therefore whoever eats this bread or drinks this cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be guilty of the body and blood of the Lord. But let a man examine himself, and so let him eat of the bread and drink of the cup. For he who eats and drinks in an unworthy manner eats and drinks judgment to himself, not discerning the Lord’s body. For this reason many are weak and sick among you, and many sleep.

In the Bible, a cup of wine can symbolize an ordeal a person has to go through. Jesus called crucifixion a cup. The Bible calls punishment from God a cup of wrath. When you drink the cup during communion, you agree to join Jesus in his campaign and share in his experience. This makes you part of the Lord’s body. If you want to be part of the body, you should want to be holy, like Jesus. “Holy” means “belonging to God alone.” How can you belong to God alone if you also belong to sin?

Smoking causes strokes, heart attacks, COPD, impotence, and cancer. Excessive drinking causes cancer, cirrhosis, psychosis, impotence, and dementia. Gluttony causes strokes, heart attacks, diabetes, impotence, amputations, and the inability to walk. Drugs cause insanity and character destruction. Fornication causes all sorts of venereal diseases: AIDS, hepatitis, cervical cancer, warts, oral and throat cancer, syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, herpes, and so on. Anger causes strokes and heart attacks. All of these things happen to Christians, but when someone gets sick, and another person says the sick person should examine himself and confess, we practically tar and feather the person who is trying to help. We still want to crucify the prophets.

I know an unrepentant glutton who prays for help with diabetes. That doesn’t make sense. At least acknowledge your role in your problem.

Quite literally, many of us would rather die than admit responsibility for our illnesses. I have seen people who angrily rejected confession and accountability die from cancer.

I cause my illnesses. You better believe I do. If I say otherwise, I shut off God’s help, and I deny myself the power to get healing.

I said, “First of all,” when I said Prince blamed sin and inquity for healing, as though I were going to list other things he said, but in reality, the other things he said were generally different versions of the same truth.

He said unforgiveness blocks healing. Well, that’s an iniquity. We owe God more than we can understand, and we expect him to forgive us, but we don’t forgive trivial offenses other people commit against us. Jesus coupled forgiveness and healing. He said, “Which is easier, to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven you,’ or to say, ‘Rise up and walk’?” Sin causes disease, and confession, repentance, and forgiveness bring healing, but the Bible says God will deliver us to “the tormentors” if we don’t forgive.

He said something that really woke me up. He said that if you don’t receive a completed healing instantly, you have to keep thanking God until you see the end of it. I wrote about that a long time ago.

I had a funny experience. I was driving home, and suddenly, I really had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t know if I was going to make it. I commanded my body to hold on, and I asked God for help, and I kept thanking him. Whenever I stopped thanking him, I felt the problem starting up again, so I resumed thanking him, and it went away. That’s how I made it to the house.

It’s a funny story, but think of the implications. If it works for one thing, it will work for another. It’s not a tragedy if I have to pull over and beg to use a filthy gas station toilet with a seat and floor crusted with other people’s urine, but what if I have peritonitis or AIDS or Ebola? I can use the same tactic to win, if I’ve been trained through dealing with lesser crises. Might as well use small problems to train for big ones.

Prince was confirming something I had already been shown. He is the only preacher I have ever known to say this. I’ve seen preachers say we need to be persistent in claiming our healing, but they didn’t say to thank God nonstop.

I’ll add to it. I believe you have to examine yourself, repent, cast out whatever spirits are relevant, pray to God for correction and healing, claim your healing, and then thank God over and over, in the name of Jesus, for forgiveness, for exposing and destroying your iniquity, and for healing your problem.

Physical problems are just the head of the pimple. Sins and iniquities are the infectious, congealed, stubborn pus that has to be squeezed out from below the surface.

Think about it. Sins and iniquities are worse than sickness. Sin can take you to hell, and iniquity prevents you from living in God’s kingdom on earth. Illness can’t do those things to you. Damnation and separation from God are much worse than death and sickness, yet we treat them as though they were trivial problems, and we act as though our physical issues were catastrophes that pounced on innocent Jesus clones for no reason.

Prince mentioned the occult. If you’ve fooled with it, you may have cursed yourself and your family. Astrology, psychics, Ouija boards, a magic 8 ball, crystals, yoga, drugs, any type of fortune telling, automatic writing, telekinesis, out of body experiences, transcendental or other types of meditation, and even acupuncture can open doors.

I have a cousin who got into transcendental meditation when he was young. He’s a nice guy. Smart. Successful. Everyone likes him. Good looking. He started having problems later. He developed a big calcified chest tumor and had to be opened up. He developed bipolar disorder and abandoned his wife and son. He had episodes during which he ran amok and displayed demonic behaviors which were nothing like him. He became obese.

A couple of years ago, I learned that he had become a yoga instructor.

I know what the problem is, but I can’t do anything about it.

Prince talked about hidden idolatry. He mentioned the freemasons. My dad is a freemason. He joined in Kentucky, probably before I was born. I don’t think he was ever active. After we moved to northern Florida, I found his freemason garbage and took it to the dump.

Freemasonry is a religion that competes with Christianity. Applicants have to take part in religious rites. They worship a being called “Jahbulon.” Some claim it’s God, but others say it’s a combination of Jehovah, Baal, and On, which is an Egyptian deity.

If you worship God and any other being, here’s the correct term for you: “idolater.” God is 100% exclusive.

As long as I’m writing about freemasonry, let me say that fraternities and sororities are evil. They degrade their participants and demand extreme loyalty. They require oaths, which Jesus disapproved of. No Christian should belong to one.

Any organization that has bizarre initiation rituals and lots of secrets is idolatrous and evil. Make all the excuses you want.

Incidentally, praying to “saints” is idolatry. It’s an occult practice that comes from the pagans. Mary is not God, any more than you are. She sinned like everyone else, and she had to be saved through the blood of Jesus.

Prince mentions a woman who had a baby that wouldn’t feed. It turned out her father was a freemason. People prayed for her, and she and the baby screamed and were delivered. After that, the baby started eating normally.

He also wrote about a Virginia Supreme Court judge who was delivered from demons. A long time after she was delivered, she tried to kill herself. It turned out she had gone to Mexico, and she had bought an idol to use as a decoration. It was a representation of a “sun god.” She destroyed it in order to bring back her sanity. The presence of cursed objects in your home can open you to serious supernatural attacks, even if you only think of them as collectibles or investments. You can’t get rid of them by selling them, either. You have to destroy them, or you’re just trying to make someone else bear your curse.

Watch the video yourself. It’s excellent.

What is Prince getting at, if you boil it down? God showed me. It’s just holiness. Modern American Christians are repelled by holiness. The very word sounds like scary fanaticism.

We want to be saved, but we also want to be cool, which is another way of saying we want the approval and acceptance of the children of darkness. We want to listen to Beyonce or the Beatles on the way to church. We want to watch movies made by people who literally hate Christianity. We want all our lost friends to know we don’t “judge,” which really means we don’t care enough about them to warn them. We want to use them. We want them to give us friendship and promotion, but we withhold the best gift we can give them, which is information about God.

I’m amazed by the stupid things I’ve done, even recently. Why would I have a box set of Big Joe Turner songs, if I’m a Christian? His songs are smutty and depraved, even if they seem innocent by 2018 standards. Why would I listen to Aerosmith while I work out? Why would I watch Marvel movies which feature witches and other occult practitioners? Psalm 101 says, “I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes.”

Why would I play the blues, which came from a sick, depraved culture? Why would I engage in mockery of other people? Why would I own DVD’s of movies based in cruelty?

Being born again is like having veils between you and God and having them removed one by one. Most of us don’t want our veils touched. We’ll give up drugs and crime, maybe, and some of us will quit fornicating, but that’s about it.

God wants children who look like him, not cold, stillborn babies.

I’m doing communion every day now. I would like to be water baptized again. It’s very important. Sometimes demons come out of people during baptism. It’s a way of signaling your holiness.

I want to be rid of anger, permanently. I want to be rid of self-righteousness and covetousness (same thing as idolatry, according to the Bible). When I pray, I want God to look down and say, “That one actually belongs to me, so I’ll listen.”

Psalm 4 says God sets the godly apart for himself. That’s another way of saying they’re holy. It says, “the Lord has set apart for Himself him who is godly; The Lord will hear when I call to Him.” Holiness and answers to prayer are connected.

God has gotten rid of every kidney stone I’ve ever had without medical help of any kind, so I am not planning to go to the doctor. Today my pain went away while I was watching Derek Prince. It’s true, I took a Roxicet, but opioids don’t really make pain go away. They just dull it and put it somewhere else. I don’t have pain now, and the pill wore off a while ago. I had some pain about an hour ago, but it left.

I went back to bed after watching the video. I slept beautifully. I wasn’t in pain, I had confessed a bunch of things and prayed for help, and the Roxicet didn’t hurt either.

I am trying to find the doors I need to close. I don’t want this thing coming back again, and I want to be what I’m supposed to be.

Here’s something funny: God doesn’t mind my guns at all. Leftists, who always seem willing to provide religious instruction in spite of their rejection of God, like to tell us Jesus hates guns, but that isn’t true. God hated my cigars and my expensive collection of blues CD’s, but he likes the guns. I keep getting the feeling that he wants us to have weapons we can lay down when they come to martyr us. Anyone can surrender from a position of weakness. Jesus surrendered from a position of total power, and he also had armed men with him.

I can’t say it enough: I am amazed at the uselessness and toxicity of preachers and churches. They should have been teaching me powerful things my entire life, but I had to wait for God himself to teach me. They weren’t able to give me real help, but they were always eager to fill me with lies and gossip that made things worse. How can that be? I had no one to turn to, even when I wanted to change.

I have to forgive them. I’m sure some of them were trying to do right, and God says I have to forgive them even if they knew they were doing evil.

What are people supposed to do if God himself doesn’t provide a special service and visit them? They have to survive on food mingled with garbage. It’s very important to push the baptism with the Holy Spirit and prayer in tongues, so people have a source of good information.

Think where I would be, had I not been shown things by God. I would think Kenneth Copeland and Benny Hinn were prophets. I would be in bad financial shape, because I would be giving money to thieves in exchange for riches from God. I would have serious health problems, because I wouldn’t know how to get healed. I would live in defeat. I would think my horrendous character flaws were blessings, and I would have no chance of getting rid of them. I would be doubling down on all my curses.

The world has always hated me a great deal. That was true even before I turned back to God. I never had any chance in this place without him. Satan gives favor to many of his children, but he was determined to make me suffer even while I served him, and things went wrong for me consistently.

I almost feel I should thank him for his poor management skills. Where would I be if he knew anything about mentoring? He would have rewarded me and kept me on his side.

Some people can have pleasant lives without God. Not me. I get attacked every day. I have to stay close if I don’t want to be miserable. I am one of Satan’s favorites, for no clear reason. It’s not because I’m a good person; I’m not, and he treated me just as badly when I was on his team.

I have victory now, but what about the Christians who are caught up in fatal pride and disinformation? They’re living for Satan, and they’re going to find themselves in hell along with the preachers who fooled them.

It may be time for me to visit other churches. Meadowbrook is a wasteland. It’s also boring. I’m glad they time the sermons and keep them short, but I still have to put up with over 20 minutes of boredom while the pastor teaches worldly solutions that don’t work.

Yesterday he continued his series on anxiety. He shocked me. He taught about “mindfulness.” This is the left’s new term for things like meditation and aided relaxation. It opens doors to demons; that’s the whole point. Satan loves to create a problem, convince people God won’t help, and then sell them poisonous snake oil that increases their bondage. That’s why we’re hearing about mindfulness.

If you pray in tongues every day (a lot), confess, repent, do communion, and study the word, you will end up with good mental health sooner or later. The Bible says that God will keep in “perfect peace” (literally “shalom shalom”) such persons as rely on him to support their minds. That’s Isaiah 26. Either it’s true, or God is a liar.

By the way, Prince says unconfessed sin can prevent you from praying in tongues. That was news to me.

“Mindfulness” is a sick, trendy New Age concept. It was terrible to see it mentioned approvingly in church. People lapped it up. They didn’t hear God telling them it was wrong.

Take a look at the opening lines of the “mindfulness” entry at Wikipedia, if you want to feel sick:

Mindfulness is the psychological process of bringing one’s attention to experiences occurring in the present moment, which one can develop through the practice of meditation and through other training. The term “mindfulness” is derived from the Pali term sati, “memory,” “retention,” “mindfulness, alertness, self-possession,” which is a significant element of Buddhist traditions, while the concept is related to Zen, Vipassana, and Tibetan meditation techniques.

I didn’t know the precise origin of the term until just now, but as you can see, the Holy Spirit gave me the right information.

Blessed people are the head, not the tail. The Bible says so. The head leads. The tail follows. Right now, the pastor of Meadowbrook Church is the tail. He is following the world instead of leading it to God. This is very common in dead churches. They prefer Dr. Phil, Oprah, and Dale Carnegie to the Holy Spirit. When you can’t find the tools God made for you, you reach for the same weak, carnal tools heathens use.

It’s funny, but women have a huge role in idolatry. It started when Eve listened to Satan’s theology. The idolatrous Mormonism cult adopted polygamy because it attracted more women than men. Women push things like yoga, mindfulness, and accompanying eccentricities like veganism. It’s sad to see a male pastor adopt what has traditionally been a feminine role.

In a healthy family, God leads the husband, the husband leads the wife, and the wife leads the kids. American men are less interested in the supernatural than women, so they abandon their roles as priests of their houses. Then women take over, and the first thing you know, the kids are doing yoga at church.

Female rebellion is the reason why we have leftist politicians in office. If men were allowed to cast votes for their entire households, it would be very hard for a leftist to get elected in most places. Men refuse to do their duty toward God and their families, so now we live in a nation overwhelmed by impudence and rebellion.

I’m not a fan of feminized pastors who parrot the ideals one finds in women’s magazines. If you can find all the doctrine you need in Cosmopolitan (which does, in fact, teach mindfulness, along with tantric sex), you don’t need God or church.

Women’s magazines are supposedly about liberation from old, oppressive ideas like religion, but they push eastern religion like crazy, and the people who write and read them can’t see the glaring hypocrisy. They’re not really against “gods” or even male “gods.” They’re only against THE God. They’re actually religious publications.

Anyway, Meadowbrook is a terrible mess.

Just blew out a whopper of a stone, so maybe today’s lesson is over. I hope I’m learning the right things, and once again, I am very grateful not to be in the hands of primitive earth doctors.

Thank God I Still Have Great Hair

I’ll tell you what. You should never go to Facebook and look up people you went to high school with.

I don’t have a Facebook account, but my father does. He can’t use it because he’s demented. I haven’t deleted it; I thought it might be useful if someone he knew needed to reach me. When I want to check something out on Facebook, I use his account.

I’m very glad I don’t have a Facebook account. Social media sites are tools people use to destroy their privacy and give power to stalkers and other enemies. I do enough of that right here. I don’t need to put my education and work history, my place of residence, a list of all of my friends, my birthday, and photos of the inside of my house on the web.

When Facebook first showed up, I tried it, and I thought it was really stupid. There wasn’t much communication. It seemed like it was a bunch of no-life nerds “poking” each other and “sending each other lattes.” I didn’t get it at all. When I went back years later, it made more sense. I guess they changed it. It had become useful for posting blog-type entries and so on.

I enjoyed communicating with people I knew, and once in a while, it was fun to hear from someone from my past. Eventually, though, I got tired of it. Mainly, I got tired of watching my Christian friends get nowhere in their walks. I’m afraid I used the term “boneheads” when I discussed it with people. I meant that they were too hard-headed to learn anything.

I don’t recall when I quit for good, but I wrote about it here. I dropped my first account and went back. Then I dropped my second account. Then I created a third account which I rarely used, in case people wanted to find me. Then I decided I didn’t want to be found any more.

Today, for some reason, I started thinking about Tiffany Sessions. She was a young lady who vanished. She was from South Florida. She took me to Facebook.

Back when the story of her disappearance broke, I thought about the only Sessions I knew: J.E. Sessions. He went to my prep school. I think he was one year ahead of me; maybe it was two. A long time ago, I asked a friend if Tiffany was J.E.’s sister, and he said she was. I didn’t know if it was true, though, and tonight, out of boredom, I Googled around to find out.

I couldn’t find out much about her. I learned that her dad was named Patrick. I went to Facebook to look at his friends list, to see what I could learn. Sure enough, he had a friend who was the right age to be his son, and his first name started with J. I looked at the son’s friends, and I saw people I went to high school with. Match.

I never knew her, and I didn’t know J.E. well. He was one of the cool kids. My school wasn’t very stratified. The cool kids were not much cooler than the non-cool kids. You could be non-cool and sit with the cool kids at lunch. Still, he was cooler than I was, and he was older, so he belonged to a group of people who had to be careful how much respect they gave people in my class.

He had a van. I remember that.

I saw a photo of one of his Facebook friends. It was a girl I had known pretty well. She was very sweet back then. She was also very pretty. I was shocked when I looked at her Facebook photo. I knew I had made a mistake. I shouldn’t have put myself in a position to see it.

Never, ever do what I did. If you knew someone attractive when you were young, do not look that person up on Facebook if you are over 40. You will regret it. The girls I went to high school with look so bad, it depresses me. I feel young most of the time, but when I looked at those women, I felt like I was about to roll into the casket.

One of them was very, very thin, and she had a large number of mysterious dark spots on her skin. I don’t know if she was a cancer survivor or what. She was a great-looking girl way back when. She used to flirt with me, but I didn’t know what to do with her. I liked her a lot. It’s terrible to see what the years have done.

I also looked at my class’s sex symbol. I don’t know what else to call her. She was a cheerleader. There were all sorts of rumors. On Fridays, seniors were allowed to dress casually instead of wearing uniforms, and I remember her showing up in what was essentially lingerie. I was not very mature, but even then, it struck me as creepy. It seemed like she had given up on respect.

She was a very intimidating girl, but now…oh, boy. Maybe fifty pounds overweight. Lots of features that seemed cute when she was young, stretched and exaggerated into major flaws. She should have posed in a T-shirt that said “Steve’s Mortality.”

I saw some photos of men I went to school with. I was surprised how many had captions indicating they were doctors. You have to understand, I knew these guys before they got their MD’s, and they were not particularly bright. In fact, I know quite a few people who were not bright teenagers, yet who somehow became physicians. It’s eye-opening.

If you’re not terribly smart when you’re 16, you’re not going to be terribly smart when you’re 50.

When I was in high school and college, I thought of doctors as very smart people. In college at Columbia, I was a pre-med, and I was intimidated. I was deluded. Doctors have to be significantly smarter than random people off the street, but to be quite honest, most are not on my level. When I was a physics T.A., I ended up teaching future doctors who were the cream of the undergrad crop, and only one came close to impressing me.

I sold myself short when I was young, but that makes sense, because at home, I was regularly made to feel that I would never succeed at anything.

I can’t help feeling somewhat embarrassed when I look at old acquaintances on Facebook. Many of them did very well with the mental equipment they were given. I did not. I had all sorts of academic problems the first time I went to college, and I didn’t go back until the majority of my high school friends were established in respectable jobs. I did extremely well in physics until I got burned out, and then I quit, which is another embarrassment.

I tell people I “washed out,” but that’s not true. I had some big setbacks because I was on ADD drugs that drove me up the wall, but I worked things out with the department, and I was allowed to enroll for classes. I left so I could try stock trading, which didn’t work out. Then I hit rock bottom and went to law school.

I put it that way on purpose. For me, law school wasn’t really “rock bottom,” but it was a parachute. My application to law school was an admission of failure. I was looking for something lucrative and less demanding than going back to physics.

A lot of people break their backs trying to get into law school, and when they get there, they’re thrilled and proud. I was ashamed of myself. I went to law school because I had given up on something ten times as challenging.

Law school was easy. That’s why I chose it. I wanted something easy that would guarantee me a paycheck.

Law was not very interesting. It was sufficiently interesting to allow me to work at it without being painfully bored, but it wasn’t physics or math. I don’t think law is for the extremely bright. Once you get past “very bright,” you want a field other than law. I don’t believe the great legal thinkers of history had top-notch minds. The work they did just was not that hard.

Any intelligent person can understand any concept in the law. Not true in math or physics.

When I was in law school, I didn’t meet anyone who seemed truly smart (nor did I read any legal works that seemed to indicate genius). I met people who had a lot on the ball, but compared to the company of physicists, it was Romper Room.

It’s embarrassing to think about these things while looking at my successful classmates, but nonetheless, I have to acknowledge something. Physics would have made me miserable in the end. Physicists tend to end up with stressful jobs, and the work gets very dry up at the high end. Also, you can’t be a physicist and work for yourself. Generally, you have to be an academic, or you end up doing boring work in industry. You may end up testing the tensile strength of garbage can liners every day. Physicists are not valued highly. The pay isn’t great, and you always have to be an obedient herd creature, just like a fungible sociology professor.

Here’s another thing: physicists work with maladjusted people all day. Some physicists are great people, but in my experience, most have serious personality problems. You really don’t want to go to a party thrown by physicists. It would be like a party at a psychiatric facility. “Very good, Achmed. Now you throw the ball to Li Feng.”

They had an orientation get-together when I started grad school. Everyone walked in, stood around nervously, and then left.

I was in grad school for a year and a half, and I didn’t make a single friend. When I was in law school, I made loads of friends. I made friends at both of the churches I attended after law school. I made friends from blogging. I’m eccentric, but I don’t have problems making friends. When I don’t have friends, it usually means I’m rejecting people. Grad school was another story. You just could not connect with these people. Some were snotty. Many were painfully shy. Some were socially infantile. Some had absolutely no personality.

I failed to live my dream, but my dream would have made me more unhappy than law. Go figure.

I felt somewhat envious when I looked at Facebook. That’s normal, of course. I was looking at propaganda. Not many people tell the truth on Facebook. They post photos of their beautiful families on vacation, but they generally don’t write much about their failures. You don’t see them writing about the children who commit suicide, their desperation to get out of sick marriages, or their problems with mental illness.

I used to know a couple who attended a church I belonged to. They both had Facebook accounts. They posted pictures of their smiling kids. The father created a page promoting his architecture and engineering firm. The wife gushed about her blessed family and her wonderful husband. One day a friend of hers was having lunch at my house, and she looked at her phone. The wife had just texted her, telling her her marriage was killing her and that she had to find a way out. Also, the husband never went to college, and his “firm” was him. He had no training in architecture or engineering, and he was working without a license. I would have been terrified to walk inside any structure he built. Sooner or later, he will be charged with a crime. What he’s doing is illegal.

They divorced.

That’s Facebook for you.

Sometimes I wonder if I amounted to anything in this world, but then I have to ask myself: what would I have amounted to had I stayed in law and made a fortune? Even when I was practicing, I knew that what I did was utterly insignificant. “What did you do for humanity?” “I helped community colleges fire instructors they didn’t like.” “I helped a company stop infringement of their patent on a product that stabilizes brick facades.” Wow. The stuff of greatness. Start a Gofundme page and build a statue of me.

What if I had succeeded in physics? I would not have been the next Einstein. I would have done boring experiments and taught repetitious classes to college students. What if I had made it as a pre-med? I could have frozen people’s warts! Okay, let’s shoot higher. I could have performed heart transplants. So what? Lots of people can perform heart transplants. Take one surgeon out of the picture, and another one will take up the slack. Fungible.

Doctors have miserable lives. They suffer like hell until they’re in their thirties, and after that, their lives are not their own. Most of them don’t like their jobs. They kill themselves right and left.

I got three books published. That was a waste. The books were silly and counterproductive. Embarrassing things for a Christian to have on his record. What if I had made it as an author? I would be like Dice Clay or Judd Apatow. The public would be my enablers. They would be paying me to stay immature and to continue disgracing myself. They would be paying me to be a terrible influence on other people; especially younger people considering becoming professional humorists.

I guess that if they could look me up, my classmates would think I was a disturbed fringe nut, but then they are not like me. They are generally liberal. They are suburbanites to the core. They come from families that have zero interest in God.

I sold out to God, so that’s my lot. As a Christian, I’m not supposed to be ambitious. I’m not supposed to strive to get a ski house in Vail and a hospital wing named after me. Those things are for people who ride Satan’s hamster wheel. They spin and spin and go nowhere.

To a Christian, the only permanent gain is helping people survive death. You can do a thousand heart transplants and accomplish nothing if all the recipients go to hell. A Christian can bring people closer to God, and if those people make it, the person who helped them will have them with him forever, in an atmosphere of total love and peace.

I have removed myself from the mainstream. I have not had a distinguished legal career, because I ended it. I chose all this. People will not understand it, but then most people are doomed. I shouldn’t consider their opinions, given the darkness they live in.

In spite of my character problems, I’ve managed to help a few people. It would be nice if God put me in a position to help more. Still, what I have is good enough. It beats having a condo on Maui and having no relationship with the best, most powerful being there is. How many of my high school classmates (I avoid using the term “friends”) know what it is to have Jesus visit them and pour love, peace, and joy over them?

Really, though, don’t look up your high school classmates on Facebook. You will feel like you’re ready for assisted living.

Tithe Your Way Out of God’s Blessings

For some reason, I keep running into Judaizers. These are people who try to convince Christians they should obey the Jewish law. It’s a dangerous heresy (or maybe apostasy), because it makes Christianity much harder than it should be, and it also tends to convince Christians they are the “real Jews.” It bolsters anti-Semitism and replacement theology, which is the dangerous belief that Christians are supposed to replace the Jews on earth.

I was watching Derek Prince videos, and he talked about a lady who was full of demons of false doctrine. I wrote about her a couple of days ago. She submitted to exorcism, and while he cast the demons out of her, they said things. One kept saying, “No pork! No bacon!” It was a false-doctrine demon that wanted to make Christians keep kosher. Another demon supported “eternal security,” which is the false belief that Christians can’t lose their salvation.

I came across a couple of videos by other Judaizers. One was a young man with a street ministry. He prays for people to be healed, and he also promotes prayer in tongues. Unfortunately, he also believes we are under the dietary laws. He says we have to keep the sabbath and observe the Jewish feasts.

The next video featured Bill Wiese. This is the man who wrote 23 Minutes in Hell, which is a fairly credible account of an experience in which Jesus sent him to hell so he could tell the rest of us what we were in for.

Wiese may have had a legitimate experience in hell, but does that mean he’s automatically right about all doctrine? Obviously not. One of the dangers of listening to people who say they’ve had extraordinary supernatural experiences is that you may assume they now know everything. Sometimes they seem to assume it themselves. It’s not true.

Wiese pointed to Matthew 23, where Jesus said the pharisees were right to tithe on the herbs and spices they grew in their gardens. Obviously, this has no application to us. These men were Jews still under the law. They were not allowed to eat pork. They couldn’t wear garments made from more than one fiber. They couldn’t cook on Saturdays. They were nothing like us. Furthermore, Wiese was not suggesting we should tithe on produce, like the pharisees. He was talking about money. If we have to tithe on money (something many Jews dispute), then we also have to go out in our yards, count the fruit on our trees, and bring 10% to church. No one does that.

Actually, I did it once, and then the tree died. It was a tangerine tree, and like most citrus trees in Florida, it caught citrus greening, which is incurable. So much for God favoring tithers.

Wiese said he tithed, and he said his bills were always paid. Well, guess what? I have had to lend money to people who believed in tithing, and they could not pay me back. Remember, I am the guy who criticizes tithing. God should be cursing me with lack, if the tithe-pushers are right.

Christians are supposed to give. That being said, we are not supposed to tithe. The law of the tithe has never applied to gentiles. Before Jesus came, gentile servants in Jewish homes were not required to tithe.

I’m not saying giving is bad. Giving is important, especially when it involves the poor. Psalm 41 says God will reward people for it here on the earth. Am I pushing Jewish law when I mention this pre-Christian writing? No; the psalm doesn’t establish a law. It doesn’t say, “Go into the streets and give 10 shekels to the poor every week.” It simply documents a principle.

We have to give, and sometimes we will be commanded to give to ministries, but that doesn’t mean we have to tithe. God may tell you to give more or less than 10%.

We are supposed to obey God’s commandments, but that doesn’t mean we observe the 613 Jewish laws, all of which are commandments. It means we obey the commands of the Holy Spirit. Often he will agree with the law, but often, he will not. He allowed the 12 disciples to pick grain on the sabbath. God fulfilled the law, so now our burden is lighter.

Satan choked Holy Spirit awareness out of the church, so most of us don’t hear from God. As a result, we rely on the law. It’s not a good substitute.

I saw an article from Christianity Today, in which the author tried to support tithing. In reality, he condemned it without realizing it.

The article said “nearly” a third of tithers are free of debt. If tithing works, they should all be free of debt. God doesn’t keep his promises to a third of his people; they apply to all of us.

Tithers rely on Malachi 3, which describes phenomenal prosperity, not just survival without crushing debt. It says tithers will be so blessed, there will not be room to contain the blessing. Clearly, this does not happen today. If it did, every Christian on earth would be storming his local church, shoving his tithes through the door in order to become a financial titan.

Christians who think they’re obeying the Jewish law make themselves somewhat ridiculous. They don’t know the first thing about the law. I know very little about it myself, but I know enough to tell you, for a fact, that the Jewish law is extremely complicated. There is a reason why brilliant Jews spend their entire lives studying it. Observant Jews have to have bona fide sages to go to for guidance. It’s not possible for a normal person of average intelligence to understand and apply the law without help.

If you’re not tithing on your garden, you’re not a tither. If you’re not giving 10% of the offspring of your livestock, you’re not a tither. And what about this: tithes were supposed to go to the Jewish temple. Where is the temple? How much have you sent there?

Judaizers teach a silly caricature of Jewish observance. They think that if you give up cheeseburgers and pork and stay home on Saturdays, you’re keeping the law. Not even close. This is the kind of observance knowledgeable Jews make fun of. Many Jews take the same route and then claim they keep kosher, and the Orthodox ridicule them.

Do you go through your house before Passover, make sure there is no leaven in it anywhere, and then perform an inspection? Are you and all your sons circumcised? Do you build a booth of branches and sleep in it on Sukkot? Do you only eat kosher meat inspected by rabbis? Do you practice ritual immersion on a regular basis? Do you drive on Saturdays? Do you have a mezuzah on your doorway? If you can’t give the right answers to these and many other questions, your observance is a joke. Remember, the New Testament itself says that if you break the law in one area, you violate all of it.

I saw an article which complained about the lack of tithing in the church, and God told me something: the tithe discourages people from giving.

It is believed that only something like 5% of Christians tithe. Preachers love to talk about the things they could do if all of us tithed. Bigger yachts, I would think. Think about this: what if everyone gave three or four percent? Churches would thrive. People who are giving too much could cut back and take better care of their families. Christians would be less burdened, and they wouldn’t be filled with guilt about withholding the tithe.

When you tell people they have to give 10%, the message many get is, “If I can’t give 10%, I might as well not give.” Then they give little or nothing.

The last church I went to had around 150 people in attendance every week. Maybe 75 of those people were adults. Maybe 40 of the adults were members. The pastor got mad and told us only 40% of the members tithed, so how many is that? Somewhere between 15 and 30 people? Less, because some members were married, and a married couple only produces one tithe.

This was a fanatical church, mind you. The situation is worse in lukewarm churches.

When I went to Trinity Church in Miami, I dreaded the offerings. They sometimes had several offerings during a single service. It was like we were olives in a press, being squeezed over and over.

A young man named Alex Nicolas drowned, and the memorial service was held at the church. The head pastor, Rich Wilkerson, collected an offering at the memorial!

It’s too bad preachers can’t see the people who stay home because of the constant milking.

I don’t tithe. Right now, I’m not giving to ministries at all. I eat pork. I don’t worry about the fibers in my clothes. I collect interest on my savings. I use electricity on Saturdays. I don’t observe a single Jewish feast. I don’t even know where the nearest mikveh is, and if I did, they wouldn’t let me use it. I am not a Jew. I don’t own a share of Israel. I will never replace a Jew. God still loves the Jews, and they are still his chosen people.

Jesus said his yoke was easy and his burden was light. One of two things has to be true. His yoke has to be easy and his burden has to be light, or Jesus must be a liar.

Paul told early Christians to eat whatever meat was sold in the markets, as long as it was drained of blood, hadn’t been strangled, and hadn’t been offered to idols. Jesus said we can’t be defiled by what we eat. God showed Peter unclean animals in a vision and told him, “Kill and eat.”

We are not Jews. We just aren’t.

Judaism is very complicated, and it requires a lot of sacrifice. Christianity is very simple. A person of below-average intelligence can be a very sound Christian teacher, as long as he hears from the Holy Spirit. We don’t need high-IQ scholars who pen themselves up in libraries. Paul said not many wise had been called. How can that be true if we have to understand the Jewish law?

I hate to see Christians run to take back the heavy yoke. Life is hard enough without it, and it tends to block God’s help. God doesn’t like false doctrine. He keeps trying to do things for us, and we keep telling him we’ll do it ourselves. He wants to carry our burdens for us, and we need to let him.

Your Turn is Coming

An interesting thing happened recently. Antifers showed up at Tucker Carlson’s house, blocked off his street at both ends, tried to break down his front door, and left signs on his vehicles. They painted a sign on his driveway. They chanted threats, telling the Carlsons they were not safe.

I suppose nearly everyone who follows the news knows about it.

Carlson has a wife and four children. His wife was home alone at the time. Imagine what the attack must have been like for her. Her yard was full of strangers. A criminal was hurling himself against the front door. No one was there to help her. She was so scared, she locked herself in a pantry. In her own home. In America. In a wealthy suburb of a major city. In 2018.

I hate to say, “Imagine what they might have done to her had they gotten in,” because it seems to imply that nothing was done to her. Mrs. Carlson is a crime victim. She is the victim of several felonies. What happened to her wasn’t a protest. It was an unsuccessful home invasion coupled with terroristic threats.

A woman in the gang of terrorists said she wished she had brought a pipe bomb, and her remark was captured in video posted by the gang itself. Now the Carlsons will have that on their minds every day.

Leftists have been known to send people real bombs that blow up. Barack Obama’s friend Bill Ayers hurt people with bombs, and he’s proud of it to this day. When a gang of leftist criminals talks about bombs, you can’t wave your hand and dismiss it.

Yes, a mentally ill conservative just sent fake bombs to liberal personalities. That doesn’t make the right as dangerous as the left. He was an outlier with no support from other conservatives. Antifa is a big organization, it starts political violence as a matter of policy, and the press supports it. I’m talking about the same MSM that has nearly ignored a violent attack on a major media figure’s home and wife.

We still haven’t seen a violent right-wing mob phenomenon that mirrors what’s happening on the left. One or two nuts may heckle or disrupt, but we don’t see buses of agitators surrounding the homes of people like Don Lemon or Anderson Cooper. We don’t see conservatives barging into restaurants and banging on tables belonging to liberal politicians. We don’t see mobs of conservative kids from Utah pouring into stores and stealing merchandise.

The problem is asymmetrical.

We only see mob violence coming from the left, just as we only see witches gather to curse conservative politicians.

In order to discourage future attacks, the people involved in this home invasion–all of them–need to do time. They probably won’t, because Antifers wear masks. Antifers are hard to identify, because they lack courage. They’re not like the activists of 60 years ago, who were willing to be stand up and be counted. They want to commit crimes on the weekends and then go home, put on their J. Crew and Banana Republic clothes, and go back to work in their cubicles.

Conservative politicians have started using the word “mob” to alert voters to the left’s dangerous new tactics, and liberals are fighting the label. They know their mob tactics are making them vulnerable in the court of public opinion. Unfortunately for the left, the label is completely accurate, and the warnings, even if motivated by the self-interest of politicians, are factual and important.

I hope conservatives don’t decide to adopt the mob strategy. I guarantee you, carnal conservatives are talking about it already. It would make things much worse. You can’t fight immorality by becoming immoral.

The spirit behind the mobs is the antichrist spirit. It’s the same spirit that spurred pogroms. It spurred persecution of Jews in Nazi-dominated Europe. The way it works now is the same way it worked then. It started small, and it made itself popular. Then it became dominant, and the scale of its atrocities increased until it took over nations and caused normal people to overlook and participate in acts that were abominable. It made the obscene mundane.

The antichrist spirit didn’t start by building death camps and herding Jews into gas chambers. It started by saying Jews–all of them–were “the problem.” Then it became acceptable to insult and falsely accuse. Then came laws that seemed only reasonable, given the “settled” fact that Jews were evil people who destroyed nations. Then came “relocation” to “work camps.” Then came the crematoriums and ovens.

Liberals and journalists are now telling us Christians, conservatives, and Israel are “the problem.” They are burying us with false accusations of racism, white supremacy, selfishness (we give more to charity than they do), and ignorance. They are encouraging people to mistreat us. They are censoring us on the Internet. They are working to make people ashamed of failing to join the persecution. The planned result is a nation in which we can’t win elections. After that come the new laws, and once the laws are in place, mistreating us and killing us will be things to be openly celebrated.

The Constitution won’t save us. It can be amended or even repealed, legally. An amendment only takes a 2/3 vote in Congress (or a convention called by 2/3 of our state legislatures), and look how united Democrats are when they vote against reason. Only one Democrat voted for Justice Kavanaugh. Look up the records for justices nominated by Republicans. The opposition, even to uncontroversial nominees, has generally been very solid, especially compared to Republican opposition to Democrat nominees.

It won’t be that hard to restructure our laws. We have had Congresses with over 70% Democrat control. Our only safety is God’s favor.

I wish Christians understood the importance of confession, repentance, and abundant prayer. We live in pride and denial, so God fights us instead of helping us. We created the mobs, but we see ourselves as innocent martyrs.

I assume we’re going to see a day when Antifers start showing up in rural areas, to attack armed conservatives. What a mess that will be. If a mob came to my house and tried to break in, and they chanted that I wasn’t safe, I wouldn’t sit in the pantry waiting for them to kill me, my dad, and my pets. I’d have more than one semi-automatic rifle by my side, with a great deal of ammunition ready to fire. I’d be wearing electronic earmuffs that magnify speech and muffle gunshots. If my phone weren’t jammed, I would also have the police on the line, but would I be strong enough to wait for them?

I can’t imagine shooting another person, but fear will make you do things you hate. I’m not unusual, either. There are millions of well-armed conservatives all over the country. It would be disastrous if Antifa started selecting targets from among us.

We’re used to seeing headlines that say someone has shot 10 or 12 people. We are not used to seeing those headlines followed by, “No Charges Filed.” Imagine the rage that would stoke on the left.

Maybe God will motivate us to give up our guns soon. It may be better to be murdered than to send ignorant people to hell.

We are all familiar with Holocaust stories about Jews who stayed in Europe until it was too late. I feel like one who left early. I know people who live in areas that will be swamped quickly. For a long time, God has been moving Christians out of cities, but most Christians don’t listen to God. Many are so confused, uninformed, and blind, they think Jesus was a socialist. Many think they can save their sin-wasted cities and neighborhoods if they just hold on. I expect to hear bad news about these people in the future. I’m very glad God moved me out.

People marveled when I moved to the country. They thought I’d be bored. I haven’t regretted it for a fraction of a second. I’m not bored at all. I miss nothing Miami has to offer. I’m glad to be away from the angry, ignorant people. If I had to leave here, I would move to another state, not Miami. I want to move to an even bigger property, farther in the woods.

Cities have some temptations, but Miami is a very coarse and unsophisticated city, so it isn’t alluring. There is no culture at all. Nationally recognized performers routinely skip Miami when they plan tours. There are no good museums. The people only educate themselves enough to make money, so they are shallow and unaccomplished apart from their vocations. There are no nice parks. The restaurants aren’t great. There is no history whatsoever; nothing important has ever happened in Miami. The weather is unpleasant for 8 months of the year. The beaches are mediocre and full of exhibitionists. The inhabitants refuse to speak the language of the country that saved them. It’s hard to think of a reason to miss the place, but it’s impossible not to think of reasons to flee.

Miami is a city of boors and bullies.

It’s very nice to be where I am. It’s a gigantic blessing. The farther I am from people who are addicted to cities, the happier I will be, because those are the people who will do the Beast’s work. While they are digesting their conservative, Christian, and Jewish neighbors, I hope to be in the country, preparing for the end stages of our planet’s disease.

But You Still Have to Tune In

I have been listening to Derek Prince today. I can’t get over it. He died in 2003, but it’s as if he read my old blog entries and used them to make notes for his lectures. He is all about getting rid of demonic influence.

For years, I’ve been saying that any compulsion or feeling you can’t control has to be demonic. If you don’t want a compulsion or feeling, it can’t be coming from you. It must be foreign. Prince says the same thing.

In the movies, Catholic priests perform exorcisms on people who seem very happy to hold onto their demons. In real life, Prince performed exorcisms on people who desperately wanted to be free. It didn’t matter that the behaviors and attitudes brought them pleasure along with the pain. They wanted to be released.

I turned back to God over 11 years ago, and before I started backsliding in the first place, I listened to a lot of preachers. I have had my share of indoctrination. Nonetheless, I have only heard two preachers say gluttony is sinful, and only one of those preachers connected compulsive overeating to demons.

God told me gluttony was demonic in 2009. Preachers weren’t interested in learning the truth and passing it on to people in need of help, so God told me directly. How can that be? Jesus died on the cross 2,000 years ago, and preachers are still extremely ignorant and ineffective. It proves the human race is hopeless. We can’t succeed no matter what God does for us.

Wait and see. When Jesus returns and rules from a throne here on earth, and Satan and all demons are bound, sin and rebellion won’t go away. Many of us will still destroy ourselves. We are astounding.

Prince says addiction is demonic. Hello? How long have I been saying that? I’ve seen Christians defend cigarette smoking. It doesn’t get you high, they say, so it’s not a sin. How can deliberate submission to drug addiction not be a sin? How can it not be a sin, if you choose to take up an extremely addictive habit which causes heart attacks, strokes, COPD, and cancer? How can it not involve a foreign entity if you can’t stop even when you’re desperate?

Prince says something remarkable: he claims David Wilkerson’s policy was to refuse to help any addict who insisted on continuing to smoke cigarettes. The demon of nicotine addiction keeps the door open so the other demons of addiction can return.

My experience with Derek Prince underscores the importance of prolonged prayer in tongues. When you pray in tongues, God puts information in your mind. God tells everyone the exact same things. The reason we’re ignorant isn’t that God withholds knowledge. It’s that we don’t go after it his way. You can’t tell God how to do things. He decided prayer in tongues was an essential method of disseminating knowledge, and that’s that. You don’t get to vote on it.

It’s very important to realize we don’t get to vote on God’s methods. The kingdom of heaven isn’t a democracy. How can a kingdom be a democracy? The very idea is absurd. We can nudge God a little bit, but his ways are his ways, and his heart is harder than a diamond when we try to make him change.

Sound knowledge comes only with the help of the Holy Spirit. You can’t get it by sitting in a library. The history of Christianity is full of scholars who were wrong about everything. Bible study and book study are wonderful, but without the Holy Spirit, you will draw the wrong conclusions. God isn’t glorified by your brilliant, unaided deductions, and if you want him to help you, God has to have the glory.

Man, I get tired of feel-good prosperity preachers. Every time I get a revelation or hear from someone else who has one, I think about the stinking garbage I’ve heard from preachers who wanted my money and cared nothing about me. Why did they have to waste my time? They prolonged my suffering. They magnified my problems. They increased Satan’s power over me. They brought curses on themselves and their families.

I would have been better off giving them money and not listening to them.

Before Prince, no preacher gave me really good advice on getting free from spirits. Not one. Not…one. They didn’t give me good advice on defeating the flesh or becoming sanctified. They gave me little bits of table scraps here and there. After 2,000 years, every preacher ought to be able to lay out a banquet. If 2,000 years aren’t enough, how long do they need?

I can give you a ton of advice about tithes and offerings. It’s all wrong, but I can do it, because my ears have been pumped full of it for so long. You have to give God 10% of your GROSS INCOME, minimum! If you owe people and businesses money, don’t pay them until you’ve given large prosperity offerings to preachers! Make sure you give God a large monetary offering on Pentecost, Yom Kippur, and Passover, because God will open the windows of heaven and rain blessings down on you! If nothing happens, it means you didn’t give enough, or you didn’t give with a cheerful heart, so take the loss and start over by giving even more! Make sure you command thousands of financial angels to bring you money, because God is totally okay with human beings ordering angels around!

I heard some preacher–I think it was Kenneth Copeland–tell people God didn’t reward their offerings because they didn’t bring their offerings “into the temple.” The idea was that you are supposed to physically go to your church and hand them your offering, because church is the temple. I’m not making it up. He apparently could not tell the difference between the temple in Jerusalem and a local church.

One wonders why he didn’t tell people this BEFORE their offerings fizzled.

He probably got an earful from his fellow TV preachers when he talked about “the temple,” because obviously, if you live in Oregon, you can’t walk to Benny Hinn’s church in Orlando and give him your money in person. You might start giving your crazy offerings to your local church, and then Don Benny wouldn’t get to wet his beak.

Every once in a while, one of the prosperity-pumpers will get excited and say something that actually threatens his grift, and then they have to backtrack.

You have to “manage” your blessings. I heard that from Denny Duron, who is about as toxic as preachers get. When you receive money, run down to your church and give them a big chunk of it right away so God will know how grateful you are. And remember what Joyce Meyer says: don’t be afraid to demand financial help from God, because if you’re a tither and giver, he OWES you, and you have a supernatural RECEIPT you can show him.

You owe the one you flogged and nailed to a cross.

All of this ridiculous advice is Satanic excrement which will make you poorer and drive God away from you, but I know it very well because many preachers did their best to beat it into me. The stuff that works, I heard directly from God, except for little isolated pieces of information.

I can’t figure out who has done me more harm. People who absolutely hate God and do everything they can to tempt and discourage me, or preachers. Worldly people have exerted a terrible influence on me, but at least they didn’t put me to sleep and convince me I was on the right track with God while I was actually destroying myself.

Isn’t anyone on my side?

I don’t trust human beings to tell me anything any more. Not even Prince. Without confirmation, forget it.

Prince is not perfect. In one of his lectures, he talks about a conversation he had with a demon. If an exorcist goes to work on a person, and demons speak, the exorcist can’t help hearing them. Nothing wrong with that. There is also nothing wrong with asking a spirit to identify itself. You can exchange a few words with a demon without getting in trouble, but anything beyond that is dangerous. I heard Prince tell about a long conversation he had with a demon that claimed it had followed him from Africa.

He asked the demon to tell him things it couldn’t know unless it had been to certain places in Africa, and it gave him the right answers. He should not have asked or listened. Demons are liars, and they will use every opportunity to deceive and sow problems. If you start questioning a demon, you give it permission to mess with you. You’re inviting it to do what it does best.

I listened to Prince, and I started to feel discouraged. I thought, “If these things can follow you all over the planet, and they have unlimited information about you, what chance do we have?” Later I realized I was falling into a trap. The demon wanted to discourage people by making his organization seem invincible and all-knowing. Prince should not have talked about it. He was probably set up.

Demons are small and weak, and they don’t know everything. God is the one with all the power and knowledge, and he makes us winners and them losers.

He shouldn’t have conversed with a demon, but he did pick up some interesting information while demons spoke without prompting. He encountered demons of bad doctrine. One kept saying, “No pork! No bacon!” This explains the Seventh-Day Adventist error. The New Testament makes it abundantly clear, in more than one place, that Christians don’t have to obey dietary laws, but Seventh-Day Adventists are completely blind about it. Refer them to scripture, and they won’t even look. They’ll just quote Leviticus or whatever, as though Peter and Paul didn’t count. Irrationality is a hallmark of demonic influence.

The world is supposed to make sense. When it does not, look for a supernatural reason.

The prosperity-pumpers listen to religious demons that tell them we are under the law of tithing. I’d rather be wrong about pork than money. I can live without pork, but poverty caused by misguided tithing and giving is a disaster.

I have to continue with sanctification. I haven’t finished going through my books, and I still have some counterproductive music on devices I haven’t purged. I don’t know how clean I can get, but I want to get whatever is available.

I expect to go to church again this weekend. Not sure what will come of that. The pastor is doing a series on ending anxiety. Unfortunately, it’s useless. He is focusing on human effort. If you want to find out how unbelieving human beings fight anxiety, buy self-help books and get a shrink. They’ll do a much better job than a preacher.

A certain amount of worry and fear is unavoidable, but if it’s a real problem, look for disobedience in your life, repent, and go after the spirits that unsettle you. Getting rid of the disobedience will take the keys away from them, and then you can cast them out with a realistic expectation of lasting relief. The pastor at Meadowbrook Church didn’t say that, because he doesn’t know about it. His church is part of the Willow Creek movement, and the main focus of that movement is increasing the size of churches. They admit that. They don’t like to say anything that might bother people. In that regard, they are very different from Jesus. Of all the words in the Bible, the red ones are the most painful to read.

I don’t know how long the series will be. One thing to be happy about: the services are really short.

I haven’t met anyone new there. They shoot you through the place like poop through a goose, so not much sticks to you.

I’m going to get free, one way or the other. I won’t let the abysmal failure of contemporary clergy stop me. I can’t seem to exert any influence at all on churches, so I expect to continue watching people around me sink.

Journalists Making Secret Retractions

This is for people who don’t believe Trump is right about fake news.

Last night, a man shot up a bar in Thousand Oaks, California. The shooter, who killed himself at the scene, has not been named yet.

Many news stories said that a witness described the shooter as “Middle Eastern-looking.”

If you go to Google right now and search the news for “Middle Eastern” and “Thousand Oaks,” you will pull up snippets from a number of news sites, relaying the information about the suspect’s description. They include the phrase “Middle Eastern.”

If you click on the stories, you will find that many of them have been SCRUBBED of the phrase “Middle Eastern.” The phrase still appears in Google results that haven’t been updated yet, but it’s gone from the stories.

Here’s a tweet from a journalist named Jory Rand:

Just spoke with a man who was at the front door of the bar when the shooter began firing. Says he had a handgun, shot the guard at the door, threw several smoke bombs inside, and then continued firing. Described shooter as middle eastern looking with a beard.

We know liberal journalists are afraid of Muslims, and after mass shootings, leftists always swarm the web, trying to convince everyone the murderers are conservative white males.

The body will tell the story. Thank goodness the authorities have it. If this man is a Muslim or a dark-skinned individual who is not conservative, we will know the truth soon enough.

Interesting thing: he killed at least a dozen people with a .45 pistol. He didn’t feel the need for an AR-15. When you’re shooting unarmed people in a crowded room, it probably doesn’t matter what kind of weapon you use, as long as it has box magazines.

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Now websites are describing the suspect as a “white man,” and leftists are running with it. Problem: to the cops, all Caucasians are white, and that includes Arabs and Hispanics. The pastor from my last church is a dark-skinned Puerto Rican, and his criminal history lists him as white. George Zimmerman is a dark-skinned Hispanic who is part Indian and part black, and the police described him as white.

It’s amazing how people can believe what they want to believe, regardless of the facts.

I’m betting on Islam this time around, but the truth is that no one will know for sure until we get an ID.

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Looks like it WAS a white man. The killer was David Ian Long, a former Marine who suffered from PTSD. Grist for the left’s propaganda mill. Still, it doesn’t begin to justify censoring the news.

Pride Removes Hope

I watched a video today during breakfast, and it was disturbing. A group called Patriot Prayer showed up in a liberal area, and Antifa kooks came out of the woodwork to cause problems. One of the Antifers ran across a busy street and got walloped by a pickup truck. It hit him right in the knees. He had to lie down and wait for paramedics.

I think the point of the video was to celebrate the injury and suffering of an unhinged leftist. It was not intended to arouse people’s better natures.

It was shocking to see a person get slammed by a car, but the truly disturbing part of the video was what this person said. I’ll transcribe it.

You saw that flag, right? With the cross on it? That’s a known white supremacist symbol. So them, going around, pushing their Christianity on people who aren’t even necessarily Christian, their obsession with their holiday, their obsesson with freedom of speech, marks that they want to hurt people.

Then he said this:

Because they are more obsessed with their rights than they are the basic decencies that people deserve. These people have a disdain for human rights.

His friend said this:

Communism WILL win. That’s…that’s not a joke. That will happen. It will win, ’cause we must go down to single-class society. Now, after capitalism, in the late stages as it is right now, we will move down to a one-class system. Of communism. Democratic and anarchist communism will be the ideology of the future.

These were very young white men in a city which is only 16% black and Hispanic. I am not sure how they came to see themselves as oppressed, and it’s clear that capitalism has been pretty good to them, but that’s the situation.

Where to begin?

How about this: I don’t support Patriot Prayer, but…

Why don’t I support Patriot Prayer? How can I be against Jesus? I must be a filthy communist!

I don’t support Patriot Prayer because Christianity, unlike, say, Islam, is not a political religion. Spirit-led (“woke”?) Christians are invariably conservative, because leftism is incompatible with the Holy Spirit, but we’re not supposed to establish a Christian government and spread the love of Jesus through sound fiscal policy.

If you’re going to march and pray for Jesus, do not wave an American flag or make politics or nationalism primary topics of discussion. I’m all for America and the flag, and I’m a Republican, but again, Christianity is not a political movement, and when you make it about flags, you wander off-point.

Patriot Prayer may be made up of Christians, but if they are making politics central to their mission, it’s not a Christian organization, and the likelihood that God is behind it is vanishingly small. If God didn’t start it, I don’t want to fool with it, because it’s a rabbit trail that will cause problems in the end.

Would I go to a Patriot Prayer rally if I were asked? No. That’s all. No.

As for the flag with the cross on it (not sure what it looks like), I don’t think it’s a big deal. Hysterical people say Patriot Prayer is a white supremacist organization, but given the non-white status of the founder and leader, I don’t take that seriously. It appears that white racist wackos have shown up to support their rallies, but Patriot Prayer disavows them and wants them to go away. It may be that there is a well-known cross-adorned flag that belongs to a racist group, and maybe it was displayed at this rally, but that doesn’t mean Patriot Prayer is in favor of it.

Okay, enough about Patriot Prayer.

The things the first Antifer said are remarkable. They make no sense at all, and he’s fine with that. He has abandoned reason.

He points to the flag with the cross and uses it to insinuate that the whole group is a white supremacist organ and that they are there to hurt people.

No rational person thinks Patriot Prayer shows up to hurt people. They show up to provoke and annoy, but they don’t start trouble. The man making the claim, on the other hand, showed up in a mask to hide his identity, so he clearly expected to break the law. He brought protective goggles, so he expected to take part in violence.

His remarks about Christianity are telling. He’s upset about it. He’s not a Christian, and he seems to think celebrating Christmas at a rally injures non-Christians so badly that something must be done to stop it. How did we get here so fast? Imagine someone saying these things in 1950. They would have put him away for observation.

It’s okay to criticize Christianity itself now, openly. Leftists used to say they loved Christianity and Jesus, but that they were against conservatives who “perverted” Christianity. Now they’re opening up and admitting they’re against God.

He criticizes people for being obsessed with their rights. What? Leftists have always claimed they’re the defenders of rights. Never mind the gulags, killing fields, and political prisons. They love claiming they support people’s rights, yet here we see a leftist saying something he calls “decencies” are more important. What on earth does that mean?

Then he goes on to criticize the Patriot Prayer people…for disdaining HUMAN RIGHTS.

It’s really something. Here we see the baby Beast, taking his first shaky steps. In order to take over the world and get people to murder Christians, Satan has to get his minions to abandon reason. He has to blanket them in delusion. No reasonable person would take part in Kristallnacht or a BLM riot. Satan has to corrupt people through sin and blind them to logic first.

This young man is not citing real grievances. He wants to hurt conservatives and Christians, so he is grasping for excuses, aloud. “Conservatives and Christians deserve to be hurt” isn’t the conclusion. It’s the premise, and he is looking for “facts” to support it so he has an excuse to give license to his cruelty.

The other kid is also quite a spectacle. He says the world’s future is “democratic and anarchist communism.”

Communism is one of the least anarchist systems there is. In a communist nation, you can be arrested, tortured, imprisoned for life, and/or executed for saying you disagree with the government. You can’t buy or sell without the government’s permission. You have no right to privacy. You’re not allowed to travel inside the country without leave. You can’t travel abroad unless you clear it with the government.

As for “democratic,” the first thing communists do is ban elections.

There is no thought here. These kids are running on pure spleen.

What do we call people who are driven by emotion without thought? I know what you’re thinking. “Celebrities.” No, I was thinking of “fleshly.” Satan is the god of the flesh. He is training these kids to shut off their brains so he can bypass them and send commands directly to their animal natures.

It’s really something. In a way, it’s brilliant. Satan is programming these people to go to hell, by turning off their brains.

Hell isn’t full of people who are especially bad; it’s full of people who don’t listen. Hell is for people who can’t be reached through reason and love. You can be a pedophile who eats dead children and still receive salvation and sanctification if you will listen and change, but there is no hope for an ordinary person who can no longer be touched by logic. Hell is for people who can’t be fixed.

Heaven is full of murderers and rapists who repented. Hell is full of gentle Buddhist monks who thought they were doing the right thing and didn’t listen to missionaries.

It’s terrible to see how confused these young SJW’s are. The Patriot Prayer people are disappointing, too. The leftists are just plain gone, and the Patriot Prayer members are caught up in carnality which gets in God’s way and causes offense.

We must be very, very close to full-scale civil war. Evil is taking over, fast. The Antifers in the video are not rare specimens. Their bizarre ethos of hatred and mindless hysteria is now the official ethos of the Democratic Party. It has gone mainstream. They still make some effort to cover it up and deny it, but it won’t be long until they feel safe and take the gloves off. Maxine Waters is already there.

I didn’t think it would happen so quickly. It’s terrible that so few people understand what’s happening. Most people aren’t ready. I don’t know what the Mark of the Beast is, but most Christians will line up eagerly to receive it. They swim in ignorance. When things go completely haywire, Christians who see people like me as alarmists will still be living in urban areas, and they’ll think they can reason with the looters and lynch mobs.

My last two churches were full of blacks and Puerto Ricans who thought Obama was their savior. They were extremely ignorant and proud, and they are siding with the devil while blind feel-good preachers tell them they’re pleasing God. What’s going to happen to them? What will God do to the pastors who lie to them and withhold correction in order to get their tithes and offerings?

The urban poor in America are unbelievably arrogant and hard to help. America is full of people who can’t break 700 on their SAT’s, yet who believe they are smarter than everyone around them. I’ve known rich people, and I’ve known the poor, and I know what I’m saying.

I wonder what Spirit-filled people supposed to do. I hope we manage to hear God when he tells us.

Christianity Teaches Perpetual Bondage to Demons

There is a prosperity preacher named Joseph Prince, and without knowing who I am or even that I exist, he has gotten in my way.

I don’t know a great deal about Joseph Prince. The wife of my last pastor was easily fooled by frauds who made unrealistic promises on behalf of God and never talked about guilt, and she used to cite Joseph Prince on Facebook. That killed any desire I might have had to listen to him. I have read enough about him to know I don’t want anything to do with him. It doesn’t take long to spot a money preacher, and they only come in two flavors: the deceived and the crooked.

In 2014, and again last year and this year, commenters on my blog recommended a different Mr. Prince. His first name is Derek. I didn’t pay much attention.

I get a lot of bad recommendations from other Christians, and I am concerned that if I spend too much time listening to men, I won’t put time in with the Holy Spirit, who is the only reliable teacher. Most of the time, I will take a quick look at preachers who are recommended to me, unless they are obvious duds (“You need to watch Father Corapi on EWTN!”), but I didn’t check Derek Prince out.

I thought he was Joseph Prince, and then after that, I somehow got the idea that he was Joseph Prince’s dad. That’s how I remember things, anyway.

Money preachers don’t have ministries. They have lucrative family businesses, and their children automatically become preachers whether they are anointed or not. When you have a lucrative family business, you try to hire your kids, no matter how incompetent they may be. I didn’t want to hear from anyone named Prince.

You can’t inherit an anointing. It would be nice if you could, but children have free will, and many preachers have kids who are unfit to preach. Think of Elijah. He probably had children, but his ministry went to Elisha, a stranger. Think of the righteous Jewish kings whose children worshiped devils. You may be the greatest preacher on earth, with vast knowledge and authority, but your kids have to get their own.

Yesterday I was scanning Youtube, trying to find something worth watching, and I decided to give Derek Prince a try. His little thumbnail was on the right side of my screen, and he looked nothing like Joseph Prince, who dresses oddly and makes himself up a little bit like an Asian Ken doll.

Joseph Prince is from Singapore. Prince isn’t his birth name. He’s in his fifties. Derek Prince is English. He died in 2003, at the age of 88.

I can’t tell you Derek Prince is totally sound. I haven’t seen much of his material. For all I know, he went nuts at the end of his life and bought a private island and stocked it with young girls. I can be fooled like everyone else. So far, however, I like what I’ve seen.

I watched one of his teachings about deliverance from demons. It was wonderful. He said the same things I’ve been saying for years, with additional material added. Unlike me, however, he said it with an inner peace and gentleness that seemed to come from God. Peace and gentleness are two of the fruits of the Holy Spirit.

When you watch famous American preachers, you hear something different. They’re aggressive. They’re loud. They’re silly. Their presence and the presence of God are not similar at all.

To some extent, I am the product of American prosperity preachers. I’m a charismatic, and the Mammon infection has taken over almost every charismatic church. All of our big-time leaders, without any exceptions I can think of, are corrupted. T.D. Jakes, Joyce Meyer, Joel Osteen, the Roberts family, Paula White, Benny Hinn, Kenneth Copeland, Creflo Dollar, Jentezen Franklin, the Crouches, virtually everyone on TBN and Daystar…name a name, and you are nearly sure to find Mammon sponsoring the ministry.

I love Perry Stone, but he runs around with Steve Munsey, who is as crooked as a dog’s hind leg.

Someone recommended Andrew Wommack to me. I have met Mr. Wommack. I went to one of his meetings in Miami. One of his sub-pastors or whatever they’re called prayed for me and told me things about myself. He may have been telling the truth, or he may have been speaking flattery that came from the wrong spirit. I needed correction more than anything, but he told me I was a seer and made me feel important.

Andrew Wommack knows a lot about God, and you can learn a lot from him, but he’s on the prosperity bandwagon. He praises Joyce Meyer. When you listen to Andrew Wommack, you have to have God’s help in order to know what to reject.

I haven’t heard John Bevere push the prosperity gospel yet. Maybe he does. I know him, and he seems like a very humble and sincere person, but I know him because he spoke at Trinity Church, along with prosperity preachers Steve Munsey and Rich Wilkerson. I was his driver. I don’t know how he felt about their teaching.

Financial prosperity is a very, very minor part of Christianity, and it is not tied to tithes and offerings, except that God may withhold financial help if you take part in the prosperity gospel by giving money to Mammon’s preachers. Psalm 41 promises earthly blessings to those who are good to the poor, but prosperity preachers aren’t poor.

I have been greatly influenced by the American prosperity gospel industry, so even though I reject their nonsense, I have flaws commonly seen in TV preachers. They can be coarse. They are not gentle. They often forget they’re preachers and descend into standup comedy. They get more excited about the power of God than the divine love that should flow through us. I can be unrefined, rough, and overly assertive.

It was neat to listen to Derek Prince, because he repeated many of the same things I repeat, but he did it in a gentle way, without pride or anger. He comes across like a woodworker, shaping parts and putting projects together. Preachers puff and bark and caper for attention. Woodworkers just show up and do their jobs. They don’t wear purple suits and white shoes. They don’t corner the market on hair spray and show up with giant pompadour hairdos. They don’t shake and scream. Usually. They don’t stop in the middle of jobs and tell you they can’t continue unless you give them more money.

Derek Prince said something I always say. He said demons were persons without bodies. I don’t put it that way, but I tell people demons are human beings. The human race created them. Our forebears had sex with fallen angels, and they gave rise to a race of what God considers bastards. God killed the bastards in order to save the human race, and now the souls of the bastards afflict us. Demons aren’t a separate race. They’re our relatives.

Prince talked about the great importance of casting out demons. He felt the same way about it as I do. Jesus talked about demons throughout his ministry, and he cast them out as a matter of daily routine. He wasn’t embarrassed about it. It was a big part of his job. Jesus came to help us receive the Holy Spirit, and in order to give the Holy Spirit power in us, he had to crush the power of the spiritual squatters and illegal aliens that live in us. You can’t serve more than one master.

The Catholic church is supposedly “the” Christian church. They teach that there is no other church, and that the rest of us go to hell. In Catholicism, exorcisms are rare, and they are performed by a few special people. Many Protestant churches are even worse. They teach that Satan and demons don’t exist, or they privately acknowledge them and publicly keep silent and allow them free reign. Jesus and Derek Prince didn’t agree with that. They knew demons were common and that exorcism should be performed in all churches (and homes and workplaces) as a matter of course.

It’s neat to see a calm, elderly man who isn’t obsessed with money talk about fighting demons. It’s tragic that people with his understanding are so rare in the church. Demons cause things like disease, mental illness, homosexuality and other fetishes, and addiction, and there are almost no churches where suffers can go and expect, with any real confidence, to be delivered.

We don’t deliver people, so they sink deeper into sin, and then they reproduce, and our enemies multiply. We are building the army that will drive us off the planet, and we are helping them on their way to hell.

This is the opposite of our purpose.

Think how different a miracle-filled church that teaches sanctification would be. If you have something inside you which you can’t control, you go to church, and they cast it out. They show you how to keep it out. You see how much better things are with God, and you realize how much you need to change, so you run back to church every time the door opens. That’s how it should work. Instead, we tell people God will make them poor if they don’t pay for our trashy mansions and jets, and we send them home worse off than they were had they never met us.

I wonder what percentage of Christians have had demons cast out of them. Maybe 1%? I know MOST Christians have them, so most Christians are in serious trouble and are not receiving help. We claim we serve God, but we serve demons all day long. They destroy our peace, they get us in trouble, and they kill us with disease.

Christians get very angry when you tell them they may have demons. Many of us think we became totally righteous as soon as we recited the sinner’s prayer, and we think any person who says we have demons is attacking us. It’s a rotten attitude, and you can probably guess whether demons are partially behind it.

Derek Prince pointed out something interesting. He said that unforgiveness gives demons divine permission to remain in us. You can die of a demon-caused illness because you won’t forgive. He referred the scripture about the man who was delivered to the tormentors because he wouldn’t forgive a debt.

I still have problems with anger and vengefulness. I pray for help every day, and I cast out the spirits behind it. I know what it is to have God’s love projected through me, and that’s how I want to live. On a few occasions, God has caused his love to flow through me, and it was wonderful. You can’t have love without peace; it’s a package deal. I believe I’m supposed to feel that way all the time, but I am subject to a great deal of provocation, and I stumble a lot, so I don’t have a state of consistent love. Ultimately, that’s my fault. I can’t blame people who provoke me. If I claim they have the power to change my heart, then I deny that I have the power to get it fixed, and God will honor my declaration.

Lately, God has been teaching me a lot about sanctification, and I have been purging my house and habits of things that open doors. I threw out a huge pile of music CD’s. I threw out books. I know I can get delivered from spirits, but if I hold onto things demons like, they still have the house key.

I had a problem with kidney stones recently. I have come to believe this is caused by a spirit. I think I opened the door by writing cruel things about a person, as a sneaky form of vengeance. I try not to be vengeful, but anger has a way of finding a way out of a vessel. It will locate every pinhole.

I’ve gone over things I’ve written, and I’ve destroyed items I considered to be problematic. I don’t want kidney stones or vengefulness.

One of the worst things about disease is the emotional component. This has been a problem for me all my life. I think some people are oblivious to it, but physical diseases often change your desires and emotions.

I remember going to a doctor for treatment for a sore throat. I told him the thing I really hated was the terrible anxiety that came with it. He had no idea what I was talking about. I’ve had a lot of sore throats in my life, and often, they came with inexplicable anxiety.

I’ve found that the common cold comes with a strongly heightened feeling of sexual desire. Explain that if you can. Why would you want sex when you’re miserable and don’t even feel like going outside to get the paper?

Kidney stones bring anxiety and feelings of darkness, even before the physical symptoms show up. They keep me awake and give me disturbing dreams.

Yesterday, I realized I had another kidney stone. I had been feeling odd all week, and then I had a physical symptom which proved I had a stone.

I had a crazy dream a few days ago. I dreamed my dad and I were sleeping in a small room with concrete block walls. My dad got up in the middle of the night, wandered over to my bed, and stood over me in the dark, asking over and over, “How do I get out of here?” He was frantic.

I do not want to insult my dad or dishonor him in any way, but in order to tell the story, I have to say some negative things. My dad has always been abusive, and abusive people have a way of absorbing other people. They treat other people as though they were parts of their own body, there to serve them without any feelings to be considered. Abusive people don’t perceive boundaries. Often, they are exhibitionists, because you don’t cover yourself up in front of your own body part or a slave. They are often dirty, because they feel it’s okay to force contact with their intimate secretions on people who have no personal sovereignty.

Abusive people make you feel violated and soiled. They make you want to wash. My sister is very abusive, and I have thrown out presents she gave me, because touching them made me feel filthy.

The thing I perceived in my dream was not my dad. It was the spirit that afflicts me when the spirit that runs my dad causes him to behave badly toward me. My dad gives in to his demon and does outrageous things to upset me, and then another demon that works on me cooperates with it and torments and provokes me.

The demon that approached me was all the bad things I perceive when my dad is out of line. It was a hot, sweaty man who was grossly overweight. He needed a shower. I could feel drops of his sweat and saliva falling on me while he spoke to me. His bare, hairy, sweaty, gritty belly rubbed against me while he talked to me. He was way too close. His looming presence cut off the fresh air.

He was also making his problem my problem, as though I had some kind of duty to jump when he was inconvenienced.

I wasn’t angry at him in the dream; I thought he was my dad. I just wanted him to back up a few paces and be quiet. Then I could help him get out, and there would be peace.

The dream came from the kidney stone I didn’t know I had.

I have been taking communion every day for a while. It’s very helpful. Yesterday I repented of lashing out with words. I did that, and I purged certain things I had written. I prayed for God to heal me and cleanse me of anger and vengefulness. After a while, I had to use the bathroom, and I passed the stone.

I can’t describe how much different I felt. The anxiety was gone. I wasn’t angry. I can’t say I was suffused with God’s love, but things looked totally different. I think I took away some things a demon was using to hold onto me, and it had to go. In the dream, it asked me how to get out, and it looks like I showed it the door.

I wonder if demons ever desire to go away. They probably do. Who ever said being a demon was a fun job?

At least some of them come to us because they are ordered to. It has to be unpleasant to be assigned to a Christian who fights you and creates an environment which scares and repels you. Much easier to set up housekeeping in Charlie Sheen or Lady Gaga.

Demons are mutinous. Many Christians teach that evil spirits have great unity. That’s not true. They’re proud. They’re lawbreakers. They jockey for power. Satan doesn’t have any loyal servants in the spirit world.

When you think about evil spirits, you have to use common sense. Demons are people, and fallen angels are similar to people. How do people act after a mutiny? Before the mutiny, sailors are terrified of their captain because the government is behind him. Afterward, they have a new leader the government doesn’t recognize or help. Their fear and respect disappear because they realize he has no power, and then they challenge him.

Satan doesn’t have real authority. He’s just a gangster who holds his shaky position through brutality and intimidation. The spirits he pushes around will gladly disobey him if they can. They envy him and hate him.

It’s amazing how filthy I let myself get, and how blind I have been to it since turning back to God. No wonder I still have problems. I became very jaded. I wasn’t able to see what was wrong with me. Repeated sin brings bondage, and it also brings delusion that prevents you from seeing the problem.

I am going to keep watching Derek Prince. I hope I don’t get deeply into it and then discover a video in which he endorses Hitler or tries to sell people Ouija boards. In any case, he is right about some very important things, so I will watch as long as it continues to pay off.

Dubious Signs of the End Times Get my Hopes up

I checked out Drudge today, after a long fight with a messed-up garage door, and I saw a headline about three signs that the end of days was near.

I’m a sucker, so I looked. The link took me to The Daily Mirror. You can stop reading here, if you like. The phrase “Daily Mirror” is a good clue that I was disappointed.

Here are the three signs:

1. Cattle breeders are getting very close to creating a red heifer that is without blemish.

2. Fish are supposedly appearing in the Dead Sea.

3. A snake crawled out of the Western Wall.

Let’s see.

In Ezekiel 47, God said that water would flow from under the temple in Jerusalem. He said fishermen would cast their nets at En Gedi, which is a strange spring close to the shore of the Dead Sea.

I don’t know a whole lot about Ezekiel. His prophecies make up the most confusing book in the Bible. I can’t say whether the fish/Dead Sea prophecies are supposed to come before or after the return of Jesus, but I do know this: we haven’t seen them yet. Supposedly, underground springs are creating freshwater sinkholes by the Dead Sea, and somehow, fish have appeared there, but we haven’t seen a river flowing from under the temple, and the Dead Sea is not exactly popular with fishermen.

As for the snake crawling out of the Western Wall, it probably happens all the time. The prophecy about the snake isn’t Biblical. It comes from the Zohar, which is a book of Jewish mysticism. Mystics are basically witches, so I can’t take their prophecies seriously.

That leaves the red heifer. Funny thing; I have been going through a book by a man named Redheffer. It’s the differential equations text I used in college. Ants ate my first copy, so I bought another one, and I’m really enjoying it. You can actually take this book and learn how to do differential equations, without a lot of confusion because of bad writing and so on.

I looked up the red heifer, because I didn’t remember the significance. In Numbers, red heifers were used in sacrifices. Prophecy says the temple will be rebuilt (again), and it also says sacrifices will resume. So much for leftists who think Jesus is a vegan.

Here’s the part I have issues with: Jewish sages claim there haven’t been any suitable red heifers since the last temple was destroyed. They say “without blemish” is an extreme spec. If a heifer has two hairs that aren’t red, it’s ineligible.

I don’t buy it. Not without some kind of confirmation. How many hairs does a cow have? A human being’s scalp hairs number in the hundreds of thousands, so what about a cow’s entire body? Maybe twenty million hairs? How many are nearly microscopic? I doubt the ancient Jews were able to determine that a heifer had no non-red hairs. The Talmud wasn’t reduced to writing until after the temple was destroyed, and it’s not reliable anyway, so I don’t have much faith in the red heifer claims.

God does whatever he wants, however, and maybe the stories are true. I would love to be proven wrong. The closer I think we are to the end of this miserable age, the happier I will be.

The signs of the times remind me of what motorcycle riders call a decreasing-radius turn. A circle’s radius stays the same as you travel along the curve. A spiral tightens, so the radius shortens. Partial spirals are common on our roads. Many exit ramps have decreasing-radius turns.

If you’re on a motorcycle, this is a problem, because centrifugal (a misnomer, but I don’t care) force equals mass times the square of velocity over the radius. When the radius decreases, the force trying to shove you over the high side and into a guard rail increases fast, and it can get pretty hairy. You go into a turn thinking your speed is fine, and suddenly you have to brake like crazy and pray you don’t run out of pavement.

We’ve been putting along, getting by with washing machine Christianity for a long time, but suddenly, persecution is ramping up, and signs of the end are all around us. The end of free will is in plain sight because of a near-divergence in the graph of technological power versus time. Suddenly, we face scary challenges, and washing machine Christianity isn’t enough to protect us. We’re going to have to get very serious, very fast.

What is washing machine Christianity? It means treating yourself like a pair of white underwear you only wash once a week. You sin all week, and then you go to church and pray and worship to get the stains out. Then you go home and begin soiling yourself and stinking all over again. This is how most Christians do things. It won’t protect you in an age of extreme demonic activity and open persecution.

I have always expected persecution and signs of the end to increase, but I didn’t expect the rate at which they increase to increase. We’re not just speeding toward the end; we’re accelerating toward it. Leftists are a good barometer. They get crazier with every passing week. They are almost completely deranged now. It makes me wonder how much time we have left.

God tends to get us all worked up and then delay things much longer than we expect, so I don’t know whether our end is as close as it seems to be. My feel for the thing is that it would be hard for us to go another 10 years before the rapture, so maybe that means we have 50 years left. Ugh. That would mean no rapture for me. It would be a life sentence in a place where most people hate me and do their best to make me suffer.

I would love to see the end come soon. Things are bad right now. I don’t want to be here for several more decades if the current state of things is as good as it will ever be. I don’t want to be here when America turns into Cuba or Iran (or California).

The decreasing-radius turn is pretty tight already. I’m quite satisfied with the problems we have right now. I don’t want to see our miserable future.

That’s selfish, though. There are people here to be reached, and they’re important. They’re the only reason we’re not raptured as soon as we receive salvation.

The other day I was standing in my driveway with a friend, and I heard a strange rumbling. It was sort of like thunder, but it was continuous. I couldn’t figure out what it was. Instantly, I thought of the dream God gave me about the rapture.

In the dream, I was sitting in my grandparents’ house with my late mother. She was wearing work clothes; it was a sight I never saw while she was alive. I heard a horn that sounded like it came from outer space several thousand miles away; maybe far above the earth over the Pacific. I knew everyone on earth could hear it. As it blew, my mother and I started to float as though water were lifting us up, and we passed through the ceiling of the house. Then I woke up.

I can’t help thinking of that dream every time I hear a sound that reminds me of the horn. For a second, I wonder if it’s time. I hope. Then it dawns on me: no joy. I don’t get to leave yet.

I don’t know what’s going on. My dreams get stranger and stranger. The other day, I dreamed a deranged man threatened me with a gun, and while I stood before him and tried to talk to him, he shot me between the eyes, and I died. I didn’t go to heaven. I continued life somewhere else in America. It was disappointing. If I die, the last…second-to-last…place I want to be when I wake up is here on earth.

I’ve read a lot of books about World War Two over the last couple of years. Marines at the front lived in mental oppression, because they eventually came to understand that they were nearly certain to be wounded or killed even if they did their best to stay safe. When people they knew were seriously, but not mortally, injured, they congratulated them because they knew they were going home, and things would not get any worse for them. I’ve started to think of illnesses that way. If you get a tumor, it’s not a tragedy. It’s a ticket home. It’s like a million-dollar war wound.

If I found out I had a fatal disease, would I fast and pray and to my best do get a healing, or would I load up on painkillers and opt for palliative care in order to sneak off the planet early? Sometimes I wonder. Trying to weasel out seems dishonorable.

People aren’t always afraid to die. My mother didn’t want cancer treatment. She just wanted to rest, take painkillers, and go. She let doctors cut her up to make her husband happy.

I lose respect for people when I find out they’re terrified of death and determined to stay here as long as possible. It’s a childish attitude that reeks of panic. You’re going to fall apart no matter what you do. Your quality of life is going to be pretty bad eventually. How much suffering are you willing to put up with in order to avoid growing up and moving on to something better?

I want to make God happy and accomplish something for him while I’m here. On the other hand, do I really want to be an 80-year-old man in a gutted future America ruled by looters and punks? That’s the kind of place people risk their lives to leave so they can move here. To get the same experience today, I would have to move to the South Bronx and have “MAGA” tattooed on my face.

One of the reasons I wanted to leave Miami is that I did not want my dad to grow disabled and die there. Miami is a horrible place for able people. For the helpless, it must be a nightmare. I didn’t want him to end up in a home surrounded by old people who only spoke Spanish and staffers who were not Christians. I didn’t want him to be cared for by voodoo practitioners. Now I realize: I have to get old somewhere, too, and I’m already on the threshold. Do I want to grow old and feeble on the earth of the Antichrist’s inauguration revelers, in the America of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Elizabeth Warren?

EEEEEEWWWWW.

Everyone has heard of the familiar curse: “May you live in interesting times.” That’s bad, but it looks like I’m going to be old in interesting times. Even worse!

Maybe it’s not worse. Maybe it’s a blessing. I could be young in interesting times. I could be facing a 90-year stretch on earth right now.

The earth is cursed. I know it, and I shouldn’t get worked up about it. Jesus suffered, and he said we would suffer, too. I’ll just grit my teeth and try to stay close to God.

Who do You Really Belong To?

Yesterday I needed something to do while the birds were out of their cages, so I watched a Youtube documentary about the Azusa Street revival. For people who don’t know, the modern charismatic movement is believed to have started in America. A few people received the baptism in tongues in Kansas, and the phenomenon took off in a church on Azusa Street in Los Angeles.

A preacher named Charles Parham ran a church in Topeka. Parham wanted to restore the baptism with the Holy Spirit to the church. A few people here and there had been known to speak in tongues, but generally, Christians lacked the baptism. Parham told his followers to pray and seek it, and one day in 1901, a lady in the church received it and began speaking in tongues.

Parham started a Bible school in Texas. A man named William J. Seymour traveled there to study. Afterward, he preached in the church on Azusa Street, and the baptism with the Holy Spirit started to spread. It is from this seed that the hundreds of millions of charismatic Christians alive today grew.

Here’s something remarkable: Seymour was not allowed to sit in classrooms with Parham’s other students. He was black, and Texas law made it impossible for him to join them. He had to listen from a hallway.

That’s not a big shock. What is surprising is that Parham himself believed in segregation. As things progressed, he got very angry about mixed worship and emotional services. I can understand not wanting to see confused people whoop and gyrate, but mixed worship is essential. Parham’s attitude is completely unlike that of modern charismatics.

One of the most remarkable and impressive things about charismatic churches is that they destroy barriers between ethnic groups. People who hate charismatic Christians think we’re all white racists, but that’s because they’ve never been to our churches. People who are full of hatred of Christianity are invariably ignorant, and many like it that way, because they want to hold onto their hate.

Charismatic Christianity is very popular among blacks and Hispanics. It’s very big in Africa and South Korea, for that matter. It attracts people of all races, and they worship together in churches. In Israel, Messianic Jews worship with Palestinians.

Whatever Parham’s problems were, and even if he ended up disgracing himself, he was right about some important things. The results prove that.

What interested me about the documentary was not the history so much as the way the revival came about. It didn’t happen unexpectedly, in a church where no one was trying to accomplish anything. It happened in a group of people who were trying to bring it about.

Azusa followed a “holiness” movement. I don’t know too much about it, but I do know that the holiness church in my dad’s hometown was where the holy rollers gathered. They weren’t calm Presbyterians.

Holiness people believed in sanctification, which means ridding yourself of things that don’t go with Christianity or the Holy Spirit. The documentary says they even gave up coffee, and they stopped taking in “popular entertainment.” This was back in the days when popular entertainment was pretty mild. They didn’t have to deal with Kim Kardashian and Madonna.

They believed sanctification was necessary in order for people to receive the baptism with the Holy Spirit. They called it a second work of grace, after salvation. Baptism with the Holy Spirit was the third grace.

This interests me, because although I have been baptized with the Holy Spirit, I have been pursuing sanctification for years. I know demons work in Christians, and I believe the way we live gives them permission to rule in us. I believe this curtails the influence the Holy Spirit exerts on us. He doesn’t barge in like the Incredible Hulk and punch demons in the face. To paraphrase Obama, if you like your demons, you can keep your demons.

For a long time, I’ve thought of sanctification as something the Holy Spirit does for us as we pray in tongues. I thought we were supposed to be careful not to push it. I’m always afraid of getting carnal, relying on my own strength, and getting in God’s way. I’ve been afraid of the supernatural rebound and backsliding that carnality produces. Now I’m not so sure about the way sanctification works. I think I probably have to take a more active role.

That would make sense. God gave us the flood to show us how cleansing works. He didn’t just send rain. He opened springs under the oceans. The wicked were caught in a pincer movement coming from both heaven and earth.

Before I saw the documentary, I already believed we had to attack our problems by blessing and cursing, from here on earth, AND by praying for God to help us from heaven. Perhaps sanctification works the same way. Maybe we’re supposed to get in there with pitchforks and clean the manure out of our lives.

I threw out maybe 200 CD’s the other day, long before last night. I no longer have a blues collection. I threw out Otis Redding, too. I threw out rock. I got rid of George Thorogood. I felt that I was insulting God by pretending to follow him while holding onto music that promoted sex, pride, and general stupidity. Now I feel I need to get rid of other things, such as offensive books. I still have some guitar instruction books full of rock and blues tunes.

I know people who can’t pray in tongues. They wonder why. Maybe they need to do some spring cleaning. Perhaps they should knock off the yoga, give up socialist politics, discard their dirty Hollywood DVD’s, and go through their book collections.

Every informed Christian knows that holding onto certain objects will give demons places in their homes. That’s nothing new. No Christian should have a Ouija board, tarot cards, a Buddha figure, Harry Potter books, any type of recreational drugs, or pornography. Maybe we’re not trying hard enough to get rid of the little things we think God will overlook.

A friend of mine loves Harry Potter. I can’t get her to give that filth up. She has two kids. I hope they never read J.K. Rowlings’ demonic nonsense.

I have to get rid of my dad’s books. I don’t know if any of them are problematic. I believe I threw some out when we moved. He had a copy of Gay Talese’s Thy Neighbor’s Wife, which is about Talese’s decision to use a writing project as an excuse to participate in orgies. Whatever he has, it must go. His memory won’t permit him to remember what he has read from one day to the next, and I don’t share his taste in books. The boxes are in the way, and I want them out.

Last year or the year before, I threw out a couple of figurines he owned. One was a little naked fat woman, sleeping on a pile of grapes with her genitals showing. Another was an Inuit carving he bought when he took me to Alaska in 1972. Supposedly, these carvings have supernatural meaning.

I threw out our humidors. That hurt a little, because they were expensive, but what’s a Christian supposed to do with a humidor?

I do not lead a sin-free life, but I would like to. Maybe if I keep working to remove the devil’s anchors, I can do better.

Zuckerberg Meets Nuremberg

The march of the Beast continues. Facebook has banned the Proud Boys.

I don’t support the Proud Boys. I barely know who they are. I’ll point that out up front. I keep hearing that they’re white supremacists, but their leader chose to marry a non-white woman and have three non-white kids, so let’s say I have my doubts.

It occurred to me the other day that as persecution of conservatives and Christians increased, I was going to have many occasions to write, “I don’t support ___, but…” There are some wrong and/or dangerous people who are allegedly on the political right, and I am not interested in joining them, but I feel I should chronicle the Satanic campaign to stifle them.

Remember Pajamas Media? Not dangerous, but wrong in a way that crippled the conservative blogosphere. Then there was the Breitbart contingent. Based on numerous insights from a close friend of Breitbart’s, I thought he was was amoral, creepy, and manipulative, and I was sure he wasn’t to be trusted. There are plenty of people on the right to whom I will never want to be close.

Yesterday, I thought of a famous poem people like to quote when they discuss creeping oppression.

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

That sums it up. I think the Proud Boys are misguided and somewhat ridiculous, but to the people who are out to get us, they look just like me, and if they are willing to use immoral means to silence the Proud Boys, they will certainly use them to silence my little voice. I’m already on a Department of Defense hate block list, for reasons the DoD has decided I have no right to be told.

So. Am I here today to encourage people to fight the power? Of course not. Just observing. If you want to march and rally, have fun, because I will not be there. I will use whatever supernatural tools I have to retard the Beast revolution, but I’m not about to dig in with my rifles and make a last stand.

The Beast is going to win. I never forget that. I use the term “win” loosely, as I would if I said the Pharisees and Romans won when they crucified Jesus. The devil’s children will take over the earth, and we will be driven off the planet. Prophecy is very clear about it. Fighting prophecy is really stupid. It makes it pointless for God to tell us things.

In the end, of course, Jesus and the saved will win, but we’re not at the end. We’re looking at the prelude to the end, and even the end won’t really be the end. It will be the beginning of the Messianic Age, after which comes the real end.

The Proud Boys are fighting prophecy, if you ask me. They think they can change things by…doing whatever it is they do. Won’t work. Only God can save a nation, and this nation is against God. America isn’t Israel. We don’t have the kind of divine backing the Jewish state has.

I’m not even sure the current Jewish state will escape catastrophe. Isaiah spoke about rape and pillage. What a terrible thing that would be to see, after so many years of improbable victory and protection. The hate Muslims and Arabs have for Israel is beyond description, and the atrocities would rival the Rape of Nanking. We would learn a lot about Muslims if that happens. We would see joy and celebrations that would make us ill.

The censoring of the Proud Boys is remarkable and maybe pivotal, because it’s facially unfair, and no one seems to notice. The Satanic delusion is extremely powerful now.

Here is what happened: the Proud Boys had a private indoor function. Antifa, which is a very violent organization, showed up outside. Antifa started a brawl; one of its members threw a bottle. The Proud Boys fought back, which sounds a whole lot like legal self-defense. Several have been arrested. The cops are looking for Antifa members to arrest, but Antifa is a cowardly group that consists of people who hide their faces, so the Proud Boys are taking all the heat.

No one denies that Antifa started the fight, and everyone knows Antifa is a violent organization, but only the Proud Boys are being banned on social media. The hive mind has decided they’re the problem.

That’s pretty severe, as delusion goes. We’re reaching the point where Americans believe everything Satan tells them, no matter how crazy it is. That’s the point after which we can expect to see real chaos. When reason disappears, mollifying and correcting people is no longer possible, and they no longer need colorable rationales for doing very cruel things.

I still haven’t been able to uncover the evil deeds and words for which the Proud Boys and their founder, Gavin McInnes, are being ostracized. McInness is a rabid Israel supporter. He is against racism. As a sop to the left, he is even in favor of homosexuality. What is he doing to provoke liberals? Is there anything at all behind their hatred of him?

Leftists keep twisting the truth to indict the Proud Boys, so it’s hard to find out what’s really going on.

The Southern Poverty Law Center, a true hate group with a bizarre name that makes no sense, says the Proud Boys move members to their highest level, the Fourth Degree, only if they engage in violence with “antifascists,” which means anyone on the political left. The SPLC links to a Proud Boys page which explains the Fourth Degree, and that page, which the SPLC cites as evidence, proves the SPLC is lying!

According to the page’s contents, written by McInnes, the Proud Boys are firmly against starting violence. They do, however, support self-defense, and if a Proud Boy gets caught in a situation where he has to use force, they give him the Fourth Degree as a consolation. It goes to people who find themselves in bad situations and use physical means to try to mitigate them.

The Fourth Degree is a bad idea, but it’s not what the SPLC says it is. They want people to think it’s like a gang initiation that requires members to harm the innocent. Not at all.

The Proud Boys does have an initiation process, which is idiotic, but it’s nothing like the processes real gangs have. For one thing, they make recruits submit to being punched. You have to allow Proud Boys to hit you until you name 5 breakfast cereals. It’s a gag. It’s a mockery of real initiation gauntlets for which minority gangs are notorious. As McInnes points out, you can name 5 cereals in three seconds. That doesn’t work with real gangs. They beat you severely until they feel like stopping.

For some reason, men love humiliating initiation rituals. So do women, now that I think about it. Sororities are very cruel. When I was trying to join the Boy Scouts, they told me the older guys were going to pee on me at the initiation, and I quit. I don’t think this made the Boy Scouts a criminal gang, although maybe, in a sense, it did. They were promoting homosexual abuse of minors. Anyway, they weren’t the Crips.

Let’s see. The Proud Boys say, “The West is Best.” Well…who can argue? Tens of millions of people from other places–immigrants–have voted with their feet. They all want to move here. The free West has the best technology, the best standard of living, the most freedom, the most highly developed arts, the best health care…it’s not a close call. We don’t see people from Iowa risking their lives in cargo containers to move to Rwanda. People didn’t get shot trying to climb the Berlin Wall from the west side.

You don’t have to be a racist to admit you see the obvious superiority of the western ethos. The best way to become a fan of the west is to be born somewhere else. Our most ardent fans come from other places.

I saw one of our fans arrive once. I was putting up the Miami River on my dad’s yacht, heading for a boatyard. A black guy walked to the stern of a freighter in front of us, dived into the filthy water, and swam ashore with only his clothes. He must have seen something here he liked.

What do western charity workers do when they go to places like Africa and Bangladesh and Polynesia? They open schools where they teach western learning. If our ways weren’t superior, why would we think teaching them to other people was helpful?

I’m with McInnes on this one. I shouldn’t have to defend the obvious.

Anyone who won’t admit the western way of life is superior should have the integrity to emigrate to India or Sudan.

“The west” is a misnomer unrelated to geographic location. It really means western Europe, North America, certain countries in South America, Iceland, and maybe Hong Kong, Japan, and Singapore. Put it this way: if poor people want to leave their own squalid, cruel countries and move there, it’s the west.

Maybe the Proud Boys have done or said awful things I’m not aware of, but if so, one would reasonably require their critics to publicize them and make them easy for people like me to discover. That hasn’t happened. If I can’t easily find evidence that the Proud Boys are racist nuts, and that evidence exists, it’s the fault of the leftists who claim to be exposing them.

Antifa is a lot easier to indict. Attacking the police, showing up at other people’s functions and starting riots, destroying property, advocating revolution…this is a slam dunk. Somehow, though, we are told Antifa isn’t a hate group. If they’re not, then what is “hate”?

I guess we’ll find out. They’re going to get worse.

Leftists have conflated “immigrant” and “illegal alien.” As a matter of policy, people who support immigration but oppose illegal aliens are characterized as “against immigration.” Much of the time, they are also characterized as racist, as though “immigrant” were a race. Now anyone who opposes illegal entry into this country has to do the impossible: he has to prove he isn’t a racist before he’s allowed to speak. Try to prove you’re not a racist. It can’t be done. It’s like proving you didn’t think about rice pudding last Tuesday.

Similarly, leftists will lump all of us into one assailable group. Christians, men, conservatives…we are all considered evil now. If you voted for Donald Trump or you belong to the NRA, you are guilty until proven innocent, and you can’t prove yourself innocent. In the eyes of the left, we are all bullies and abusers. We are victimizers, and everyone else is a victim. No one is more dangerous than a victim, because a victim feels that anything he does is justified.

Take a look at the anti-white campaign of torture, rape, and murder going on in South Africa right now, if you want to see what self-proclaimed victims are capable of doing when the government lets them. You won’t believe it’s not on the news here every night.

When they steal our land and wealth, shut us out of public discourse, deny us access to the courts, prevent us from working, and take our children away for indoctrination, all of it will seem justified to them. When they torture and kill us, they will think they’re giving us what we deserve, and they will feel great joy. This is what happened in other places where they got the upper hand.

I know lots of Cubans. A young lady I knew told me about her family’s exit from Cuba. Somehow her dad got permission to leave. Her family was placed on a wagon, and as they were drawn through their neighborhood, their neighbors and friends spat on them, cursed them, and called them gusanos (“worms”). “Worm” is the Cuban term for anyone who turns on the revolution.

This didn’t happen in ancient China or medieval Europe. It happened in the 1990’s in a country with telephones, automobiles, and universities, about 90 miles from the United States. It still happens there today. Don’t think we’re better than Cubans. It can happen here. It already is, sporadically.

This year, it’s the Proud Boys. Next year, maybe Facebook will ban the GOP. Maybe that will be the year it will ban every ministry that acknowledges God’s opposition to homosexuality. These things are going to happen, in one form or another. Get ready. Don’t claim you got caught off guard.

People like McInnes are not helping. They are fighting a poisonous thing–identity politics–with itself. That will never work, and besides, it’s exactly what Satan wants us to do. He wants us to join our enemies in his dysfunctional family.

One of our biggest problems is that we identify with secular groups instead of the body of Christ. We are not supposed to see ourselves as white or Hispanic or Asian. We are supposed to join the family of God and submit to the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit unites people and makes them siblings.

People who hate charismatic Christianity don’t know much about it. One of the things they don’t know is that it kills racism. It would even kill nationalism if we let it. When you go to charismatic churches, you will see blacks, whites, former Muslims, former pagans, ex-cons, Latins, and all other types of people mingling without hostility. They form tight bonds. They intermarry. They produce a whole lot of mixed children.

If people were submitting to God, we wouldn’t be rioting and making fools of ourselves.

Christians are scared, so many of us are forgetting about love and allowing anger to come in through the cracks. We may get the idea that because we’re on God’s side, somehow we can claim his moral superiority. We may see outsiders as people to be fought off and disposed of. That’s not what we should feel. We should be praying for cruel unbelievers all the time, reminding ourselves that we came from the same stock. We should be more than conquerors. We should be defeating attacks by supernatural means, but we should also be helping our enemies to join our side.

A defeated enemy is a blessing, but a new friend is much better.

I wish I could say there was a way to save America, but at least you can save yourself and make yourself useful to God. That’s the thing to focus on. Bailing out the Titanic with a teacup is a very poor use of the time God has given us.

Drownproof Yourself

I had a dream last night, and it’s obviously a message from God.

Before I get to it, I’ll go back over some other dreams I’ve had which turned out to be messages.

I used to go to Trinity Church in Miami. It turned out to be a greed and fame cult dedicated to the promotion of the Wilkersons, the family that owned the church through a corporation. The head pastor was Rich Wilkerson. I left the church because God kept showing me bad things about it (and about the pastors), and Wilkerson ended up treating me like a sort of public enemy, as though I put the church in danger by speaking about its flaws.

After Trinity, I went to New Dawn Ministries in Miami. In many ways, it was much better. They took a serious interest in God’s presence and the supernatural. Still, the church fell apart because the pastors were greedy and arrogant. They were like pharaohs. They craved admiration and submission, like gods. They eventually rejected me, and I quit going. After that, they took the Wilkerson tack, treating me like an agent of Satan. The head pastor had a screaming fit in the parking lot while talking to a friend of mine about me.

While I was serving at New Dawn, I had this dream: I went to the church (a small rented room) at night. It was pitch black out, and there was only one light burning in the church. That light was in a small office. I looked into that office, and I saw Rich Wilkerson, wearing a visor, counting money. New Dawn was not his church; to him, all other churches in the area were business competitors. He was trespassing.

This dream meant that while the pastors were teaching about prayer and the supernatural, they were really thinking about money and man-worship. They wanted pretty much the same things Rich Wilkerson wanted. Sure enough, the dream turned out to be valid. New Dawn dissolved in greed, pride, and anger.

In the second dream, I went to New Dawn and walked into the kitchen. New Dawn didn’t have a kitchen, but that’s what happened. In the kitchen (not the sanctuary), I saw Rich Wilkerson, giving volunteers orders as though he owned the place.

The message: the Wilkerson spirit was in the church, working behind the scenes among people who served the pastor. This turned out to be true. Example: his sister and her husband got extremely holy after a year or two of Christianity, and the husband, who was very ambitious, started pushing carnal corporate culture and ideas on the church. He eventually got very angry at me and told me off on Facebook, saying I thought I was the voice of God. Very combative stuff. At the end, he said something like, “Love you, bro. Call if you want prayer.” I pointed out the utter hypocrisy, and that was that.

I’ll quit typing “the husband.” His name was Sander, and he was from Honduras. He came here as an illegal. His problems with me started when I wrote a Facebook post explaining that illegal immigration was a curse. The Old Testament warned the Jews that if they disobeyed, the alien among them would have power over them. That’s what’s happening today, to American citizens. Sander wrote a long, angry piece accusing and “correcting” me, and he never got over his offense.

Sander heard from the Holy Spirit sometimes, so I used to have high hopes for him, but as anyone who is familiar with my history knows, a carnal person can hear from God and still be a mess.

He accused the church of disloyalty after the pastor was arrested for child molestation. He didn’t say, “You are disloyal.” He posted a meme asking what the sheep do when the shepherd is wounded. His accusation:”Run?”

Here is a comment posted by a lady who worked in the church nursery: “Speak… We are called to forgive n continue to renew ourselves in His truth then restoration flows from within n we can extend it outwards.”

That is lack of understanding. Forgiveness doesn’t mean allowing a child molester to run a church. If he wants to attend, great. Supervise him very carefully and hope God reaches him. But don’t allow him to speak or give commands, and keep him far from the kids.

Charismatic churches have a poisonous tendency to circle the wagons when corrupt officials are exposed. Unfortunately, they circle the wagons with the wicked inside them and those they have harmed on the outside, receiving fire like hostile Indians in an old western.

Forgiveness and prayer are default options for Christians, but sometimes we are supposed to let people go and move on. God has told me over and over not to pray for the pastor and his wife. The message is very clear. Otherwise, I would certainly be praying for them. Even then, though, I would pray for God to keep them away from any type of authority in churches.

So. Those are my background dreams.

Today I dreamed I was at Middlebrook Church, the megachurch where I have been taking my dad. We sit in the back and mind our own business. I will never volunteer for anything. I will only give them money if God tells me to. If they have a pastor worship…I mean “appreciation”…day, I will stay home. I’m just there to be among Christians and to see if the experience will help my dad with his first steps.

In the dream, we were at the very back. The altar was maybe 150 feet away. Guess who was preaching? Rich Wilkerson. He was wearing what I keep wanting to call a clown suit. This is actually normal for Wilkerson.

Many charismatic preachers dress like clowns. It’s very strange, and it has nothing to do with lack of funds. They wear ugly jackets, silly ties, vests that are too tight, wild shirts, and so on. Keith Craft is a big-time greed preacher from Texas. He came to Trinity, and he wore a tiny vest and a weird little tie that came down to the middle of his chest. His hair was disorderly, as if he had just gotten out of bed. To make matters worse, he looks a lot like Gary Busey.

He looked like he was trying to be funny.

Wilkerson has a bad wardrobe, too, and it’s not unusual to see him wearing things other people clearly passed by when they went to the store. I think preachers dress this way because there are consultants who tell them to make themselves stand out. That’s my best guess.

I know the money preacher John Gray. He works for Joel Osteen now, and it looks like he wears nice suits. Back when he used to speak at Trinity, he dressed like a hobo who had been turned loose at Goodwill.

In my dream, Wilkerson was wearing a funny suit which was somewhere between purple and royal blue. He had a pink tie and pink shoes. He was wearing stilts under his pants, to make himself look larger. He had to swing his legs to walk.

I turned to my dad and excused myself, and I walked to the front left corner of the sanctuary. I felt I had to gather things I had left at the church and take them home. It amounted to enough to fill three cardboard boxes.

As I walked to the front, I passed low shelves that were against the left wall. They were full of goods. It was the sort of display you would see at a junk store. I saw a bunch of toys that belonged to me, and I realized I had to grab them or Meadowbrook would steal them.

The toys were odd. They were a little bigger than the green plastic soldiers kids used to play with before masculinity came to be regarded as a mental disorder. They were plastic. They were multicolored. Some had tiny lights on them. They were very, very sturdy, as if made by a technology we don’t have. I don’t know what they did, but I had a whole collection. Maybe a hundred.

My other items were already in two boxes. I walked around the church looking for a third box I could take. I felt that my experience as Wilkerson’s armorbearer entitled me to walk around and grab a box, whether I had asked permission or not.

While I was working with the toys, I got down on my hands and knees. I felt a hand touch me. Wilkerson was beside me. He said, “Steve, I’m going to have to say goodbye to you.”

That was remarkable. It was classic Wilkerson. Don’t confront. Never be “negative.” Passive aggression, all the way. It meant, “Get out of my church NOW and don’t ever come back.”

I did something strange. I don’t recall my actual words, but I told him it was all right, and I said something about how he needed to get it together. I called him by his first name. I said something like, “You need to get it together, Rich,” and I patted him on the cheek, like a condescending movie mafioso talking to someone he was thinking about whacking. When he approached, his head was way above me, but when I patted him on the cheek, I had to reach down.

I would never do anything like that in real life, and it would be very uncharacteristic for me to speak to another person like that. In the dream, it didn’t come from me.

Rich was mortified. His eyes went wide, and he was silent. He could not believe my gall. He had felt safe and omnipotent when he leaned down to run me off, and here I was, talking to him as though he were just another human being.

When I was at Trinity, he and his wife were exalted. No one called them by their first names. Actually, I did it once, but it just slipped out.

To slap one of them on the cheek would have been like elbowing God in the ribs. In the dream, he was aghast to see his pride violated by a mere former volunteer. By an ordinary mortal who didn’t get to sit in the green room or fly around the country at the church’s expense.

If Luther Campbell had done it, he would have been fine with it. He made Luther a VIP when he visited Trinity. We had to escort him to a special seat up front, and he was allowed to give a campaign speech. He was running for mayor.

If you have money or fame, you can talk down to the Wilkersons, and they will lap it up. If you’re rich, they want your huge tithes. If you’re famous, they want you to promote them.

Before I left, I saw sand on the floor, and I got a broom and swept it up.

I know what the dream meant.

Meadowbrook is a money church, and it’s a cult, just like Trinity and New Dawn. My former churches were obedience cults. You were supposed to give yourselves to the pastors completely. I don’t think Meadowbrook works that way. I think they charge people for the service of isolating them from God.

Meadowbrook whisks people in and out, and they don’t beg and cajole in order to get people to become their servants. They don’t seem to expect you to become slaves. On the other hand, they seem to work to avoid pushing people to become servants of God himself. There isn’t much talk about dedication or the Holy-Spirit-led life. The short services are scheduled rigidly, so it’s not like you can fall on your face at the altar and bask in God’s presence for an hour. The scheduling is a stronghold that prevents that.

If you go to Meadowbrook, you can enjoy very pleasant services which go by quickly, and then you can zip home or over to Cracker Barrel and feel like you have settled things with God. He has been fed for the week, so now you can go home and do your own thing.

Until today, I thought all cults enslaved people. I didn’t realize you could have a cult of denial that protects people from the voice of God and his demands.

Why did Wilkerson (actually the demonic spirit that limits the church) tell me he was going to have to say goodbye to me? He did it because a person like me would threaten the system at Meadowbrook if he opened his mouth. I will not be accepted. I’m being told in advance that I will never be a part of the church, and this will help me not to get stuck to a tar baby.

Should I accept this, given that it came from an evil spirit? Yes. It didn’t really come from an evil spirit. God created the image of a spirit in my dreams to let me know what was happening.

I can stay and battle the spirit, but there is the problem of free will. I would also be battling the people who obey the spirit. Even Jesus couldn’t tell human beings what to do. If the people could be reached, the dream would have been different. I’m not supposed to become an agitator at this church.

What were the toys? They were my non-spiritual gifts. Writing, cooking, and so on. Meadowbrook will never benefit from them. I will not do anything for them with the gifts God gave me.

I knew that already! From before my first visit, I intended to refrain from serving. I plan to do nothing at all for them except pray from a position of comfortable obscurity.

Notice that the gifts were toys. They weren’t very important. We greatly overestimate the importance of natural gifts. God isn’t twiddling his thumbs and fretting, wishing smart and gifted people would come to church and help him. We’re supposed to impress people with God’s gifts, not our own.

A lot of Christians would hate to read that. Christians who can sing or preach or whatever tend to think they’re very special. No. They’re not.

You know who didn’t have a natural gift? Samson. He was probably a bow-legged little runt with 10-inch biceps. The Bible never said he was big and strong. It said he performed great feats with the strength of the Holy Spirit. No Spirit, no strength.

There were huge, powerful men in Samson’s time who could not begin to do what Samson did when the Spirit was with him.

Gifts are not a big deal. I am gifted, and I say that. “Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.”

I’m not even sure what the purpose of natural gifts is.

What was the sand? Jesus said wise people would build their houses on rock, meaning revelation from God. The ideas of God are rock. They can’t fail. They are the solid foundation of the universe. Man’s ideas are sand. They are small and discrete. They are not bound together in unity, like the particles that compose rock. They are not anchored in anything.

If you wanted to build a barbecue, would you use bricks or sand?

Jesus said this:

“Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock: and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock.

“But everyone who hears these sayings of Mine, and does not do them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand: and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house; and it fell. And great was its fall.”

The sand on the floor of Meadowbrook Church was the ideas of man. Things like Rick Warren’s awful book. Things that waste our time and open us up to disaster. I knew enough to sweep it up and dump it. That makes sense, because I have been telling a couple of people about the errors Middlebrook’s pastor makes. I didn’t do away with the dunes of the Sahara, but I cleaned up a small spill.

What were the stilts? Puffery and pride. The leaven of the Pharisees.

Preachers who don’t hear from God or possess his authority use man-made tricks to make themselves look powerful and smart. Wilkerson is a master at this. His church runs on debt, so it looks more successful than it is. He pushes people to donate money they don’t have, twisting scripture to find justification, in order to shore the place up. He is very quiet about the church’s failures. He uses every carnal tool he can find to pump the church up. Stilts everywhere!

When I left, he was up in his sixties and didn’t appear to have a single grey hair. He had had hair restoration surgery, too. Meanwhile, his body was in very bad shape. Lots of diseases. The facade was everything.

Meadowbrook appears to be a profitable church. It seems to run very smoothly, unlike Trinity and New Dawn. The pastor is a very gifted speaker. The people seem strong and well-fed. But the Holy Spirit is lacking, so all of these natural strengths are stilts.

I have been praying for correction for this church, so I hope people won’t lay into me for criticizing while doing nothing to help. I’m doing what’s important and powerful. Prayer is my best tool.

I’m sorry to see churches get things wrong, but it’s very nice to know I won’t get sucked into another pit of quicksand. I don’t want to sink again.

Carnal churches are like mills that grind up God’s seed so pastors can eat it.

Addressing preachers who cause others to offend, Jesus said it would be better if they had millstones tied around their necks and were tossed into the sea. Preachers who teach effort and carnality turn people into servants and milk cows instead of helping them to become powerful children of God who receive supernatural favor. They should be watering us so we can grow, but instead, they grind us up and combine us with leaven so they can stuff themselves at our expense.

A preacher who teaches carnality will not have supernatural help.

In the Bible, water represents voices and words. The world is a sea of this kind of water. Satan rules the world, and his spirits whisper and shout all around us. This is very powerful. Human beings who are against God and his children add their toxic voices. Look at the Internet and see what leftists are saying.

A person who doesn’t have revelation from God will sink beneath the waves. Voices that are against God will defeat him, and he will be the tail and not the head.

Here is what Psalm 31 says:

Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven,
Whose sin is covered.

Blessed is the man to whom the Lord does not impute iniquity,
And in whose spirit there is no deceit.

When I kept silent, my bones grew old
Through my groaning all the day long.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me;
My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah

I acknowledged my sin to You,
And my iniquity I have not hidden.
I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,”
And You forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

For this cause everyone who is godly shall pray to You
In a time when You may be found;
Surely in a flood of great waters
They shall not come near him.

You are my hiding place;
You shall preserve me from trouble;
You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.

Waters rise against Christians, and those who refuse to confess and repent will drown. If you think you can make it in your own strength, you are in denial. You are proud, whether you realize it or not, and you need to confess. Only then will God deliver you and lift you over the water.

Preachers who teach carnality rely on millstones, and those millstones pull them under the water and drown them. They don’t get deliverance.

The flood is rising every day, and we are relying on Rick Warren and other carnal preachers. They make us easier to drown.

Interesting stuff. Revelation is much better than guessing. Inheriting is better than earning. If God will simply tell us things, and we will believe them, we won’t have to perish for lack of knowledge. We need to inherit his knowledge and wisdom instead of working to develop our own.

Hell is full of self-made men, and there isn’t a single one in heaven.

Everyone in heaven is a pampered heir.

I think this was a neat dream, and I hope God keeps giving me information like this. There is nothing like solid guidance, in a world where everyone else is winging it.

Gab.com Crushed by Leftist Might

There is a fascinating story in the news. Gab.com is gone. The left made it disappear, like Thanos snapping his fingers. That’s how hard it was.

Gab is a social media site for conservatives. It was used by Robert Bowers, the accused synagogue murderer. When I heard he had used Gab, I had no idea what people were talking about. I seem to recall hearing about something like it in the past, but I’m not sure. I have a vague memory of hearing about a site called Cube or Square or something. Maybe I’m imagining it.

Anyway, I don’t use Gab. I can’t endorse or condemn it. I don’t know what happens…happened…there. I do know it’s supposed to be an alternative to leftist-controlled sites that restrain free speech by conservatives and Christians.

Robert Bowers is mentally ill or, at the very least, brainwashed. He has an irrational hatred of the Jews, which comes from antichrist demons who have access to him because he is not aligned with God. He has accused Jews of committing some sort of murder or other. I don’t know what it’s all about. His excuse isn’t all that important, because excuses are lies. The hatred is what matters. If he were angry at them for refusing to support the pork industry, the situation would be just as bad.

Bowers used Gab to say nutty things about Jews. Libels. Judging by the Gab thread snippets we have seen, he was not alone. Ordinarily, when you appear on a popular website and say something like, “Jews eat Gentile babies,” you can expect other members to chime in and disagree, to say the least. I don’t know if anyone responded to Bowers that way, and I guess I never will know, but at least one crackpot backed him up.

Is everyone on Gab a dangerous kook who is likely to turn violent, or who will at least support such kooks and make them more likely to act? I don’t know. Godaddy killed Gab because of hate speech, so I can’t go look at it. For all I know, 97% of Gab members were Spirit-led Christians who just wanted a place to talk in peace. Or maybe it was a very bad site, like Stormfront.

The interesting thing here isn’t the question of whether Gab was a bad site. The interesting thing is that it was so easy to stifle conservative speech. It has been happening on Facebook and Twitter for a long time. That’s why Gab was created, I guess. Certain conservatives looked for a refuge where they could get away from leftist censorship, and look what happened. Instead of conducting mini-raids resulting in deletions and bans, they sucked the floor out from under the place and made it disappear.

That’s how powerful they are.

The government can’t do these things. The First Amendment makes it impossible. Say you want to create a website called “All_Puerto_Ricans_Must_be_Sterilized.com.” Uncle Sam can’t do one thing about it. Uncle Sam is not supposed to get involved in political debates. It’s very important for him to stay out, because as soon as he steps in, we have oppression, even if he begins by oppressing truly obnoxious people. Uncle Sam can’t be trusted to do the right thing. He is a composite ogre made up of human beings who are highly susceptible to corruption, so he can’t be trusted to censor wisely or fairly.

A famous court case established the right of Nazis to march in a Jewish neighborhood. The courts defend the Westboro Baptist Church, which consists of 20 or 30 people who drive around offending absolutely everyone. If it were up to the courts, Gab would still be around, and fair, intelligent people would approve. They would not approve of Gab, but they would approve of its right to exist.

Thanks to leftist tech hegemony, Uncle Sam isn’t the problem any more. He has been bypassed. Facebook and Youtube aren’t governed by the First Amendment, and neither is Godaddy. If they want to ban every site and user who uses the word “Tuesday,” they can do it, and none of us can do anything to fight back.

It is conceivable that Congress will eventually act, forcing tech companies to operate fairly, under strict oversight. We now live in an age in which First Amendment rights don’t mean squat unless Facebook and Google have to respect them. The First Amendment’s purpose will be nullified if tech kids are allowed to silence people they disagree with.

I don’t think oversight is going to happen. It would be difficult to implement, and besides, it would replace the tech kids with government bureaucrats who would probably continue their policies with even greater authority backing them up.

The Internet is a fascinating thing. Between maybe 1995 and the reeking debut of Pajamas Media, the Internet provided a lot of freedom. It provided a gaping crack through which conservative voices could shout. That gap started closing with fake corporate “blogs,” and the ascension of social media will glue it shut forever. We would still be able to say things leftists don’t like if we were saying them on blogs, but as soon as the social giants took off, most of us took the bait and became dependent on them. We put our heads in Jeff Zuckerberg’s lap, went to sleep, and woke up bald.

If you want to reach people, you don’t start a blog. No one will read it. You start a channel or account. We accepted a lite version of the Mark of the Beast in exchange for eyeballs, and now the Beast is taking the eyeballs away and leaving us beached.

Meanwhile, leftists continue to enjoy the support of social media sites. They will have that, and we will have little tiny blogs. We will whisper, and they will have PA systems.

Fascinating. You can’t watch this taking place and not find it fascinating. The First Amendment had limited power to begin with, and now even that little bit of power is sliding away.

I’ve been predicting this for many years. How long have prominent conservatives been talking about it? Three years, maybe? I was here long before that. The script had been written, and it was going to be played out. No one paid any attention to me or anyone else who sounded an alarm. Not until it became so obvious that even famous pundits could see it.

What do you expect me to say? “Man the ramparts”? “Drag your friends to the polls”? “Get a stick and hit Antifa nuts with it”? Forget it. I’m not interested in fighting back with childish weapons. Every day, I become more averse to it. I’m not rabble-rousing. I’m just observing.

Leftists, come take my freedom of speech. Cancel my hosting account. Take away my phone. If you’re able to do it, go for it. I’m not going to be a Proud Boy or a Patriot Pray-er, waving a golf club at rallies. Any country, or planet, you can take over is not worth fighting for. The fact that a thing is within your reach establishes its worthlessness.

I have a better home waiting, and Antifa will never get across the border. My advice is to do your best to turn to God and obtain citizenship.

In an apocryphal book, Hezekiah’s son Manasseh had the prophet Isaiah sawn in half, acting on advice from a false prophet named Belchira. When Belchira adjured Isaiah to recant, Isaiah said, “So far as I have utterance I say: Damned and accursed be thou and all thy powers and all thy house. For thou canst not take from me aught save the skin of my body.”

That sums it up, except I am not cursing anyone with damnation.

Here’s an interesting thing about the world. Everything exists in four readily perceived dimensions. The first three obvious dimensions are length, height, and width. The fourth is time, and it’s just as real as the other three. All else held equal, a person who lives longer is actually larger than other people. It’s like being taller or wider.

I am getting very small. When I got here, I was much taller. I had maybe, optimistically, 100 years of temporal height in my account. Now that number has been greatly reduced. That means there is much less of me here for my enemies to grasp and abuse. I’m sliding out of their hands as I age. My interest in fighting over this accursed ball of dirt is waning. My willingness to be contemned and shut out is waxing.

The Old Testament is full of relatively carnal battles. God sent the Jews out to kill people with swords. They had to pray and obey if they wanted his help, but still, they fought with man-made weapons. The current age is different. Christianity is much less carnal than pre-Christian Judaism.

Paul said we don’t fight with men. We fight powerful spirits. Look it up. Men are just puppets. Our big weapons are things like repentance, prayer, cursing, blessing, casting out demons, and so on. We’re not making God happy when we pick up clubs and do exactly what our persecutors do. How is he supposed to choose between us?

Remember the final page of Animal Farm?

When carnal tools are all you have, you pick them up and do your best, but we should be fighting supernaturally, and we should be working hard to love our enemies and help them change.

I have wasted a ton of time, disobeying God, fighting my enemies by carnal means. I have let myself forget that God loves my enemies and wants to change them. I have lost sight of the fact that, in my own right, I am no better than they are. I may be trying to do right now, but a few years back, I was just like the people who are trying to erase my kind. God helped me change, but in my heart, I took credit as though I had earned it. He had chosen me because I was special!

People should vote for friends of God. They should speak against leftism. But these things aren’t battle-winning weapons. God fights the enemies of those who serve him. We need to adopt God’s priorities and do what he tells us to do. If we do that, he will help us. If not, the carnal tools won’t get us anywhere. We’ll just end up frustrated and defeated.

Anger abounds these days. Division is drowning us. Different factions are at each other’s throats all the time. Men are evil, and women are good. White people are privileged oppressors. Black people are born criminals who can’t stay out of trouble. Hispanics are greedy, hateful conquerors who want to invade and loot our country. Muslims are savages who shouldn’t even be here. These things are whispered in our ears all day.

We are bombarded with angry ideas around the clock. It’s a Satanic plot carried out by the demons we listen to. The purpose is to make us forget love.

God created the universe for love. His ultimate goal is to create a group of children who live with him in a place where everyone is bathed with love and peace. That’s the entire point of creation.

Unbelievers are the reason we’re still here. But for God’s love for them, he would have taken us out of this awful place already. That’s in the Bible. The people who make us suffer are the only reason we are here, so how can we treat them as though they were biting flies that need to be swatted and abandoned?

It’s hard to think about that when a Nuremburgian fog seems to be rising up to choke us. We can’t help but think about the vile mistreatment we receive, and while we’re in pain, it’s not easy to feel love for the people who make it happen. We focus on the pain and fear, and it makes love hard to dwell on. Satan knows that, so he keeps his people jabbing at us.

We have to separate ourselves from cruel, underdeveloped, worldly people, but we’re also supposed to see the evil in them as a signal that they’re exactly who we should be praying for. We should be praying for God to crush the spirits that run them. We should be asking him to look among them and open the eyes and ears of anyone who can still be reached. The more vile a person is, the more important it is that we discuss him with God and see what can be done.

Jesus was critical of those who are only nice to their friends, saying even the wicked could do that. He came to save people who tore his skin open and nailed him to a cross. What the Pharisees and Romans did to him was worse than taking away a Facebook account.

Lately I have made a point of praying for terrible people. The synagogue shooter is a perfect example of a good opportunity. Whatever he has done, hell is a very stiff punishment, and if he can be changed, it will serve no purpose for him to be condemned. The Bible says God himself, who throws people into hell out of duty, is not willing that anyone should perish.

Paul murdered people who gathered to worship. That was his job as a servant of the high priest. Some people can be changed.

This is my long way of explaining why I’m not interested in protests, armed resistance, and so on. The left is going to win, because too many of us will allow them to goad us into joining them in carnality. I accept the fact that socialism owns the future. Satan eventually wins every population contest here on earth. I don’t have to make myself more corrupt by allowing myself to hate the cruel people who are against me.

If I do that, they win twice, or, more accurately, all of us lose.

Demons run wild in the crowd that doesn’t know God, and if I insist on responding with carnality, demons will run me, too. Then I won’t really be led by the Holy Spirit, and I will have limited authority and success. I will give spirits and people the legal right to harm me.

A Christian is supposed to be more than a conqueror. He is supposed to have victory over his human enemies, which makes him a conqueror, and he is supposed to go beyond conquest, by helping them join the family of God. There is symmetry in the supernatural. Satan’s children can be more than conquerors, too. They can overcome weak Christians in the natural and also provoke them to obey anger and fear and join Satan’s team.

I expect Gab to die permanently or be diminished to the point where it might as well be dead. I expect tech companies to succeed in greatly reducing conservative and Christian Internet content. I don’t pin my hopes on websites or the government. Prophecy clearly says we’re going to be rejected, so I’m not going to fight it.

I hope I can get cleaned up internally. I hope I can reach a few people and avoid driving them away from God with anger and pride.

Life is Sweet in the Cheap Seats

I have returned from church, and of course, I have a review.

For a long time, I’ve had a habit of reviewing restaurants on Yelp as soon as I get home, so maybe it should not be a surprise that I do the same thing to what I will, for convenience, call “my” church.

I went to Meadowbrook Church again, and my dad was in tow. Straight away, we had a bad experience with an usher. I asked for two seats on an aisle, because of my dad’s problems. Instead of asking people to move over, he told us we could have one seat. Like we were negotiating. Then he said we could to sit way back in the corner, in seats clearly reserved for ushers. I really looked forward to explaining our presence in those terrible seats, over and over.

I knew what to do. I walked 20 feet and asked another usher, as though I had never talked to the first one. He was thrilled to help. Three seconds later, we were directed to a couple of nice seats.

I know everything about the work ushers do. They’re supposed to help people find seats, moving other people if necessary. The first guy I talked to didn’t know the job, or maybe he just wanted to assert his dominance. Some people look for little bits of authority so they can talk down to other people and say “no” a lot. Don’t know if that was his issue. Anyway, he was dealing with a former deacon and armorbearer, so I was more than ready to beat him at the game.

I was not happy to see that the topic was giving. I know what that generally means, in charismatic churches: “receiving.” As in “receiving unscriptural tithes and offerings.”

Pastor Gilligan didn’t do too badly at first. It was a general spiel about generosity. I have no problem with this. Giving is extremely important. Christians have a real problem with stinginess, and God wants us to give. He blesses people for giving. He promises this: “He who gives to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him.”

Notice that the above passage mentions the poor, not Jimmy Swaggart.

Psalm 41 lists the blessings God will give those who look after the poor, but again, no mention of Kenneth Copeland or Joyce Meyer.

If you are capable of sensing the presence of God, you will notice a difference between a service at a charismatic church and a lecture in a rented banquet hall. The air seems sweeter and heavier. Peace hangs over the place. Compared to a church experiencing the presence of God, the rented hall will feel dry and lifeless.

Today, God’s presence was at Middlebrook Church. For a while.

The music team did a great job. People worshiped and sang. They prayed at their seats. God was clearly there, although the sensation was somewhat muted. He remained there through much of Gilligan’s sermon. Then Gilligan started homing in on his ultimate destination: giving money to him. I mean his church. After that, the air dried out, and it was like sitting in a continuing legal education lecture or a Herbalife recruitment seminar.

Gilligan told us a ridiculous story, which I will repeat. A little boy in Africa or some such place brought a fish to a missionary’s door. The missionary asked why he brought it. The boy said it was a tithe. The missionary asked him where the other 9 fish were. The boy said, “They’re in the river, and now I have to go catch them.”

Here are some things to consider:

1. The story isn’t true. I mean, it could be true, but what are the odds? Slim. Preachers make up stories like this all the time. You’ll never see one backed up with video. What was the missionary’s name? What was the kid’s name? What country are we talking about? What kind of fish? What kind of commercial fisherman, even in Africa, catches fish one at a time? Even primitive fishermen use nets, and it’s unusual to catch one fish in a net. If you did, would you quit work and take your only fish to a missionary? I think you would keep fishing, in order to avoid starving.

If the story were true, we would have heard some facts.

2. Lie that it is, it’s not even a good lie, because it doesn’t have the expected punchline, which goes something like, “And then the boy went fishing, 3,000 fish jumped onto the bank, and he sold them and used the money to build his mom a new house.”

Kenneth Copeland tells a lot of lies, and here’s one he used to tell. Missionaries in Africa taught farmers to tithe. When harvest came, the land looked like a checkerboard. The tithers’ farms were green, and the heathens’ farms were brown. This never happened, but it’s better than the fish story. At least it suggests tithing works. The kid with the fish may have drowned.

I just Googled the fish story. It comes from a 1988 book by a man named Hewett. The name of the book is Illustrations Unlimited. It’s a pack of fables and jokes and so on, intended to help preachers who don’t receive fresh material from God. If God doesn’t talk to you, but for some inexplicable reason, you think you should preach anyway, this book is for you.

The book doesn’t say the story is true, and it gives no facts that would authenticate it.

I’ll tell you another inspiring story. Rodney Dangerfield got lost at the beach when he was a kid. He approached a cop and said, “Officer, can you help me find my parents?” The cop said, “I don’t know, kid. There are so many places they could hide.”

What’s the difference between this and the fish story? Not a whole lot. They were both created by professional anecdote writers in order to make money. Neither is true. One nice thing about the beach story is that it has never been used to convince people to give a preacher cash. Rodney Dangerfield has the high moral ground in this case.

If you look up the story, you will see that many, many preachers have posted it online, without attribution. It sort of looks like they copied it word-for-word, which is plagiarism, a subheading of “theft.”

It’s amazing how many tithing miracles happen in Africa. Where we can’t check on them to see if they’re true. I have never seen a preacher say, “Bob in the front row tithed, and yesterday his mule started laying golden eggs, and now we are going to get in buses and ride half a mile to look at it.”

My friend Amanda has been attending church at Middlebrook. When the presence of God departed, I texted her to point it out, and she had already noticed.

When my dad and I left, he started talking about the sermon. If I were to paraphrase, I would say he said it was a load of crap. He said preachers were all about money. He concluded that the whole point of the sermon was to get people to donate. He was either mostly or completely right.

What was I supposed to say to this man who prayed for salvation only 5 weeks ago? “TOUCH NOT MINE ANOINTED AND DO MY PROPHETS NO HARM”? Should I have scolded him for doubting a man who has TV cameras and a big building? A lot of Christians I know would have responded that way. No, MOST. I know, because that’s how they treated me at Trinity Church in Miami and New Dawn Ministries when I criticized the fraudulent prosperity gospel.

I wasn’t going to lie to my dad. The thought never entered my mind. He may have dementia, but he’s not an imbecile. Besides, lies don’t win people to Christ. I say that even though a huge percentage of preachers rely on clumsy, transparent lies as essential tools.

Imagine God, sitting up there smiling, saying, “Steve just told his dad a real whopper, but it’s okay, because it will help him get to heaven. Satan, did you hear that lie? What a servant!”

I told my dad he was absolutely right. I told him about the way I was persecuted when I took on the tithe and offering nonsense. I told him I didn’t go to Meadowbrook Church to listen to Tim Gilligan. I said I went to be among Christians.

Gilligan and the other people who push this stuff don’t realize they offend intelligent people. They only see the people who continue to attend. They don’t see the people who quit immediately and never return. Those people don’t come every Sunday and stand outside waving signs. They’re invisible. If a preacher like Gilligan reaches a membership of 2000, he feels great, but he doesn’t realize he may have driven 20,000 away with a transparent pack of self-serving BS.

Amanda texted me after the service, and she said, “They parsed that together like the SC did in Rowe v wade [sic].”

You couldn’t sum it up better. This is exactly how bad religion works. A preacher with a predetermined conclusion acts like a lawyer trying to win a case. A lawyer will look at statutes and the case law and pick out phrases that help his client, and then he will cobble them together into what is known as an “articulated rule” the court will think it has to follow. Preachers do the same thing with the Bible.

The Bible doesn’t tell Christians to tithe ANYWHERE, and it doesn’t tell them tithing will make them financially prosperous ANYWHERE, so preachers tack together scriptures about pre-Christian Jews and vague promises like, “As you sow, so shall you reap,” and eventually they end up with, “Give Benny Hinn your children’s inheritance so he can buy a bigger yacht, and God will make you rich.”

They also have canned responses available in case you go broke while tithing. In classic gaslighting style, they will help you understand that you did it wrong.

Try this. Give everything you have to Joyce Meyer. Then when you’re old and disabled, call her ministry and ask for it back so you can pay for assisted living. Tell them it’s more blessed to give than to receive. Email them receipts to prove you’re not lying. Send them your medical file. Get back to me and let me know how it goes. Good luck with that.

Try telling them the fish story.

Joyce Meyer claims God gives us heavenly receipts when we give her money, and she says we can call on him to repay us when we’re in need. Let’s see if Joyce Meyer is as honorable as God. Show her your receipts and see if she will help you. Tell her $75,000 per year ought to do it. Try it with any prosperity preacher. They’re like casinos. No refunds.

You want to hear a prediction? I’ll give you one. God is going to bless me for writing this blog entry. He has always blessed me for criticizing the prosperity gospel, and he increased my wealth dramatically after I started doing it, PARTLY AT THE EXPENSE of a person who was a prosperity thrall.

God is the one who told me to criticize the prosperity gospel. It doesn’t make him mad when I do it. It’s obedience. The persecution that follows ought to be a clue.

Jesus criticized the prosperity gospel. Remember the stuff about making long prayers and devouring widows’ houses?

Trinity Church has huge debt, and the head pastor is falling apart. New Dawn is deceased, and its head pastor and his wife are headed for prison (25-year man-min) and death from cancer, respectively. New Dawn’s false “house prophet” has been humiliated and deprived of his title. His brother-in-law who lectured me watched the church crumble and disappear from under his feet. The people who railed against me have all been put to public shame. How much proof do you need?

I am not a good Christian. I may be among the worst. And I have my problems. But I have zero long-term debt, and God heals me all the time.

Tell me who is closer to the right doctrine. If these people are “God’s anointed,” anointing must not be all it’s cracked up to be. They are not doing well at all, and God helps their critics.

God may interfere with your financial progress if you give money to prosperity preachers. Following a false prophet is dangerous. There is symmetry in the supernatural. The Bible says anyone who receives a prophet receives a prophet’s reward. What, then, happens when you receive a false prophet? Check the Old Testament and see. One word: “Babylon.” How about this one: “diaspora.”

So, to sum up, I was not impressed by today’s sermon. It was full of advice that will hurt people, and it ran off the presence of God. I hope next week they’ll come up with something better.

As weak as this church is, I enjoy sitting in the back with no accountability and no yoke on my shoulders. I don’t have to ask myself whether I can leave early or what will happen if I’m late. I come in whenever I feel like it. I sit where I want to sit. I wear what I want to wear. I still haven’t given a dime. No one has asked me to cook, write, direct traffic, take backward classes, go get the pastor’s laundry, stand guard with a pistol, or participate in stage construction jobs that amount to perilous Chinese fire drills without the benefit of worker’s comp.

When I was a volunteer, I had to use crummy parking spaces and walk forever. Now I have my dad’s disabled permit, and no one can tell me where to put the SUV. We park like 75 feet from the door. If the people who run the place don’t like it, they better keep quiet. If I hear one peep, I’ll go to another church! For all they know, I’m giving $2000 per week.

Today someone mentioned “Pastor Appreciation Month.” Oh, boy. We had Pastor Appreciation Day about three times a week at New Dawn. I’m glad they never realized they could jack it up to a month. I’ve already picked out a gift for Pastor Gilligan: nothing. I’m going to get him a great big box of it, without the box. And no one is going to bother me about it. Because I’m not a volunteer, no one has any hooks in me.

I’ve prayed for him to be corrected. Same thing I ask for myself. That’s a pretty good gift. It could happen. Maybe he’s not stubborn. For all I know, he believes the things he teaches. Maybe his mind is not closed. I doubt it, however, because he seems very smart.

I hope something good happens to my dad at this place. It’s possible. On the other hand, maybe it’s temporary. Maybe God showed him Middlebrook so he’ll be amazed when he goes to a church where better things happen.