The United Nations is the anathema of the free nation state. It is programmed in their DNA, written in their objectives and trapped in wantonness within their supposedly eternal bloodlines. You see the UN was made up of the League of Nations experiment which set the monarchs of the Holy Roman and British Empires and all other worldly blue bloods on the the seats of Global rule immediately following the WWI which they started to achieve this and many other objectives. They had subdued and deceived the world into believing that this aggression by the German’s and other parties was inevitable due to man’s squabbling. However it was inevitable as the parties on both sides were relatives working with Jewish bankers to conduct the most elaborate hoax ever perpetuated on mankind by a bunch of blue blood relatives seeking the one thing that had evaded every empire through time, world conquest.

By the UN’s launch they had sprung WWII the second stage designed to disrupt the world stage, bring about the recreation of Israel and then perpetrate a huge global insurgency by ending the war in sending agents of the Empire to weadle into every society around the globe. Scientists, Doctors, Monsters and intelligence men were sent all over the globe with the aid of internal sympathizers who had funded Hitler’s rise to become pivotal thought leaders in all the countries that accepted them openly as new productive citizens. All these nations, greedy for the Nazi technologies jumped at the opportunity to house until yesterday they had called horrific enemies. IN 1947 they launched the third phase of their plan to seed the foundation of the Fourth Reich by implanting those seeds and tools of communism invented by British to take down China and Russia, but this time targeting the United States. Even those who saw it were labeled “Conspiracy theorists” a label created by the intelligence services to propagandize and shame those less quickly decieved. The United Nations secured an elaborate home in NY given lands by the Rockefeller Eugenicist/Globalist Family which assured that they would continue to undermine U.S. culture and nationality.

We are here at the final stages of the UN plan to launch their New World Order by the year 2030. They have recruited companies from around the world to sign what they call the Global Compact in agreement to joint rule a slave culture as elitists ruled the serfs. They recruited doctors, lawyers, bought politicians or captured in leverage by blackmailing their sexual deviance. Their intelligence men got pictures of men and women with underage children even practicing satanic rituals including murder. They created the three letter agencies and filled them with sympathizers assuring that the American people would find no support from those whom they most needed it. They bought, coerced or conspired to own the three branches of U.S. Government which wasn’t that difficult having filled them with those with a natural taste for money and power, promising them positions of authority when the new World launches. They covered every base even the Universities and the Local Governments but they missed the most important piece. GOD.

They conveniently forgot that God had given US inalienable rights and protections as a nation dedicated to His Name. They Forgot how much the Almighty God the Sovereign God who created all things Loves US. And they forget the most important thing in the World that we Love and Trust Him and have a relationship where He hears and answers our prayers. The UN may have been effectively deceitful in implanting their agents and HQ and supplanting our leadership even in creating and spreading fear by an emergencyt that they themselves created, but they forget to whom we belong. The UN will be moving to Babylon soon. Yes they will achieve their objective of Global New World order at some point as they see their anti Christ rise to Power, but it will be timed and short lived. For as they forgot God they did not forget His Word and His Promises to rule forever and ever. He promised to come back for His faithful and to rule and reign forever. So though the UN Empire has been effective at bringing the recreation of the Roman Empire about in our age, they repeatedly ignore God’s Word that says they will fail miserably when they come up to fight against the Lion of Judah, Jesus Christ the King. Oh what a horrific and glorious day that will be, may His name always be praised.

Christianity is not a self-help pursuit. Yes, as in any attempt to transform one’s life there is space for a wide array of committing oneself or volunteering to the changing Hand of God’s Workmanship, but God is Faithful and true to complete the work He once began in each of us. We come to God because of the things we cannot do not because we are looking for a helping hand in massaging our lives into order. That is why the poor have such a propensity to seek God, because without His intervention they most certainly will continue to suffer the ills of their position and misery. This life is designed to prompt us through trial to eventually find God or decide not to seek Him though we know He is there.

As with any construct, dimension or world there is a purpose, a meaning a general flow down the river of existence toward some desired outcome. Since God is the Sovereign of the universe He is the only that gets to assign this divine purpose for the machinery of life. In our world the nature of our pursuits are as follows; God made it all perfect knowing that we would mess it up and into that mix He expelled one of His most powerful angels who had gone bad thinking himself equal or above Almighty. The mystery and the wonder of this entire story is that the world into which we have been injected is entirely in God’s Control, even though he allows things to occur that may appear correctible these influences eventually put all mankind into conflict with the fallen in an apparent contest to see who may come out on top. The problem for the enemy of God is that he has already been defeated when God took human form and stripped him of all power beyond a certain date. Additionally allowing every person who had earned the debt of sin death to be freed by choice through belief and faith.

What we now have is a stage set for the final scenes. Mankind hasn’t listened by and large and perpetuates the same mistakes God warned them not to make and refuses to investigate the escape routes God assigned them. We have become embroiled in the Fallen Casts last rights on their journey to judgment. And instead of walking our own path in wisdom as God has directed we choose to follow the broad road that leads to certain damnation with the fallen. We are a travesty and abomination a sad desperate set of individuals who are choking and hold the remote control to stop the gas and open the windows but we refuse to push the buttons because we don’t want to say that we served anyone but ourselves. Blindly our leaders look for ways through the minefields of our own creation but they will not stop for even one moment publicly and demand that we all seek God’s guidance though all know that is the only path to certain success. It is a gentleman’s folly and a poor man’s boon as those in greatest need will certainly humble themselves and seek God’s assistance rather that suffer for years on end toward an uncertain destiny.

God Loves Us and yes there are things that are horribly wicked in this world. There are dangerous powerful spiritual beings that were given power by God to play a role in this universe to sponsor God’s outcomes and build the coming Kingdom. He has more than fairly provided a way of escape for all men classifying us all as sinners from the outset and giving none an upper hand in the quest for salvation. All are equal before God and all must make a choice to accept His offer of peace and escape the coming judgment or as we are now seeing played out on the world stages fight God and never come to the understanding of the Truth. We must remain in contact with Him and begin to understand through prayer and humility the glorious path He has painted for each of us. I don’t know about you but I am truly tired of fighting God Almighty, I mean the name alone implies a series of hopeless losses which I have regrettably experienced. The shame that comes with continually insisting on following my own will is often too much to bare. I know that I don’t know better than God nor do I have a certain understanding of my purpose and how to fulfill this life in the greatest manner yet I continue to imply that somehow I do. That is preposterous.

I know that you have always thought me foolish, however, you have never been able to resist trying to compete with me and continually coming up on the losing side. What does that say that the idiot is a savant or that you just continue to lose to someone who has no sense. or perhaps, just perhaps the line of love I have been delivering to you each time we meet is the absolute truth and is given you out of love to save you from the worst thing that could ever happen to any man, eternity separated from God in the lake of Fire. I cannot honestly say that anyone could claim to love people and want that outcome for them. God’s Judgment is final. Praise Him that He has given us time here to make the mistakes and make the choice that must be made by all. I pray that you waste no further moments for none are guaranteed. Accept His offer of Grace, end the War with God, be adopted, forgiven, sanctified and transformed. That is what He wants for all men. He loves US ALL

The days have come where men with power may not be trusted to transfer that which they have received from God and man to the next rightful facilitator. Men’s heart are turned to the worship of self, given to the overreaches of those who will see themselves satiated in perpetuity. The type of indulgence is irrelevant for all treasure captures; those that grab the eye, them that capture the flesh and those most horrific that have grasped the heart of any person. Held captive in the clutches of that drive to find “it” filled they clamor to assure early location and late removal of that which is sought with reckless abandon or precise machination.

Those who trust in God have never been disappointed though the days being short we have managed expectation in finding greater trials and longer discipline as we are collectively prepared for a meeting with the King. Nations however sharing equal opportunity for judgment find themselves wanton, disturbed, filled with the scurry and hurry of those addicted to cheese. Desire draws them, having forgotten the voice and direction of the Lord they pursue, sometimes simply depression or worry but nonetheless they chase after it without hesitancy. With no regard for heavenly or Earth bound warning the quest, the hunger drives without abeyance. For the Godly this is painful to watch so many headed to separation from God all for the want of that which cannot be taken with them when they go.

In the freedom of the Hand of God’s dependable blessing I find peace in the knowledge that though things appear unfixable that the Lord’s plan will readily set things to His Order at precise timing. I pray for those who do not yet know the Lord that they too will find that one things worth giving up quest for “it”. However, we have been shown that this next phase of God’s intention requires upheaval, terror and a world at least half full of people who have no regard for neither humanity nor life itself. The Lord will provoke response, whatever it takes and believe me it is going to take asteroids, war, pestilence, poisoned water and an entire mess of other judgments, woes and death to get most people simply to awaken from the slumber of their own self focus. I do not envy any who must remain throughout this period but even if I were to directed I would do so with joy in my heart and committal knowing what awaits me at the end of this life’s passing.

What position then is appropriate for a man of God knowing that all is going to be skaken and much broken loose for God’s intention? Am I to fight men as they attack everyone and everything hoping to maintain their power, drugs, food, sex and sustain their craving in dreadful times of want and scarcity? The oddest thing to men is that I am to love them but be aware that they will sell me in a second for another helping of what pleases their carnality. That requires understanding and practice for in this life you may be assured that you will perform what you practice. God bids me love them and in time of trial to maintain an understanding that most on Earth will be left in disarray as God pours out His Wrath upon them. Those awakened or lacking a lust to consume all in sight will need loving kindness and find hope in the Lord as they are set free from the prison of mankind’s frailty to be adopted into the kingdom of the most High God.

But make no mistake the power that has been given each believer, indwelt by God’s Holy Spirit. There is no greater protection in the Heaven’s or on Earth than the guidance, provision and comfort of the Teacher in our hearts. We will stand the battlefield often, not as men seek to meet staff to stave but as Spiritual intercessors for mankind, in healing, in transformation and in intervention against the spirits of the fallen who would steal, kill and destroy all that each man possesses. We are the Sons and Daughters of God here to spread the Gospel Word, share God’s Love that all may know there is an alternative to perishing in the lake of Fire or by Wrath and setting men free to meet the Good Shepherd at the Cross of Christ, where they may be forgiven, cleansed, sanctified and transformed through the Power of Rebirth into God’s Kingdom.

Today is the Glorious day I have been given by God to fulfill His purpose for my creation. I will be glad and rejoice in it even if it means today is the day I march to the boundaries of Hades to find the one lamb that is estranged from Almighty. In Jesus Name, Today

In a chat about forever we forgot about today, what good is morning this old world with eternity on its way? We believe in leaving our grand mark as we pass on through this life, so often taken from our track as we wrestle for the knife. Slumbering at daybreak hot sun upon our backs we suddenly see our planning and the precision that it lacks. By day we are bright warriors at night we turn our hearts to darkness and decision that is how the problem starts. we’ve forgotten of the power that those with life most often wield there’s no hope of making glory when your being carried on your shield. The songs they sing so sadly as if someone important went away when asked who it is they sing about they are hesitant to say. I am nothing but a player in this manuscript out of time, my creation my only error and my humanity my only crime. Sometimes I am doing poorly but better than most get I’m yet to find my glory a reputation is all I get. So based upon the word of mouth we spread the fear to come it raises the hackle for most people but puts the anger back in some. It’s not so bloody likely that we eventually must fail to believe that we go down so young is just beyond the pale. Tried by conventionality having walked through crucible we find our memories vivid and our capacities at full. The suggestion float by lonely whispered to ghost and men yet come. I thought my willful nature was better meant then some. In hopeful consternation and fully apropos we set out to Tucumcari but we traveled much too slow. All at once but then quite slowly the balloon began to burst caught in the middle of the killing lands with no grasp of our great thirst. For we met the limits of this lifetime the tragedy for most, is just when wisdom comes upon them they are already become a ghost. Too rash for liquidation not worthy of the print we cast the silver softly and strike it thrice to mint. In august agitation too early for the spring we find our perspicacity was prescient for just about anything. The engines they hummed loudly as if offering to speak the axles twisted slowly as we road right through the creek. All gibberish and nonsense find repose in this odd story how we thought that leaving Jersey would someday lead to glory. There is no ship a coming no happy waiting port no storybook of perfect porridge nothing of the sort. The character’s too stupid to free themselves from jail the captain and the magistrate expecting them to fail. A wondrous adaptation of a story that once made sense it’s early iteration so adjust for my defense. Weep softly for the maiden though she’s wicked and quite green the hero just forgot her and went on to another scene. How rich the publication how short attention span we follow as we ‘re able interpreting as best we can. The Long of the short of it were lengthened or nipped a bit. If you can’t convict just don’t acquit the public wants to throw a fit. The moment is the glory and the story is the song we write and sing with every wind not knowing where we’ve gone wrong.

We know so little and of all the things in life, There’s no greater tool among us then love for neighbor, child or wife. It’s perfect in its nature and doesn’t want a thing, symbolizing its forever we choose to give a ring. There is no protection from love contagious and it’s free nothing greater to have pursue you, no better place to be than on the receiving end of kindness and regard for you and me. In peace we find a partner a lover or a friend and the Love we share together knits us tightly until the end. Sycamore in the desert you stand uniquely filled with the affluent power of joy embracing the love of all as family and friend.

Those tools I grasp as tongue for asp are far too weak to cut the cheek of the long and sleek deception upon the meek. To loss of letter we find that losing one’s mind to perhaps be better then to fall in the path of our own anger broiled by broth of world’s injury visited upon the week to the broad vision of Vetter. What tamed shrew bent to what heaven had meant then sent to dance the dallied fury of all the treasure spent upon taking those not intended to go where you’ve gone and went. Songs of bewildered few don’t crash through as lullabies do to waken the reluctant view in seeing the splendor of tomorrow’s remembering crew.

Why to loss of the one true power would we allocate second or hour scouring the countryside for the weapons of pride? You’ve fallen away with naught but odd things to say while feelings well polished escape leaving anthem at bay. We must stand and wait not so impatiently at the gate for the keeper to arrive with the ferry. Never so merry are the faces so very apt with wrinkle and frown when the whole workings turn around and begin heading for yonder side empty. Well kempt gent with whom these nights should be spent quite often was found to have lent us a smidgen of wonder. Grown fonder of faith which may not be shaped on a lathe rather fashioned by the ponderings and wonderings of children assuming they knew the truth before they left the gate.

Softly tended hearts given to quiet understanding. Stand remiss at the gargantuan demonstration of collective frailty. Remorseless we build crescendo blocking harmony’s intention. What softly driven breeze told them of transformation? How kindred were the few that return was necessary and escape inevitable. Time to perish in the thoughts unmastered or be elevated to contemplation born of freedom’s pause? These wonders are rare yet never too far outside ethereal conviction. Incapacitated leaning desperately upon the one knee that would maintain balance we struggled hopelessly as the ship’s yaw became inverted. All hell broke loose or at least most of the bad parts of Earth as we headed directly into the path of sundown.

Ignonimous pressure stripped away the fortitude leaving her clutching the broken shards of her diamond dreams. In grievance she found voice clear and crystalline leaving no mooring for obfuscation. With the breeze all candor had risen, sailing eastward to the latitudes of truth. Bound for distance yet measured she found solace in the solidity of her memories and the hope of days yet come. The day arrived and this would cost and count leaving no room for commitment lacked. Footfalls deep in mire left short evidence of her willingness to step from safety of the vessel to challenge footing in the swampy access. No easy passage left her in prayerful consideration of the way ahead. What obstacles so sweet would leave such bad taste upon her palette?

No fondness in past request to be free of the nonchalance of romance remembered. Pain to inquiry’s call we must dance with the doubtful honored days of our love made certain. In quest there are no steps mistaken only forays of question, light footfall upon thin ice to test its buoyancy and deep running gallops toward those things we believe will disappear without mention. What burden reside in the heart encumbered with the weight of two worlds; the temporary and the imagined? Bent backs and shoes squishing beneath the massive weight of worry we bandage buckled knees in hope of making mile’s measured. What a choice akin to free will that we would shoulder the burdens when they may have been voluntarily relinquished. Why choose hate when love as password delivers us to the valley of undefined accounting?

All power abdicated to hand less likely to use them in hunger’s satiation. How satisfying the loss of tongue and tale as kindling for forceful fire of false restoration. We have become that which was meant not the cast off version of splendor’s failure but the remanufactured blessing of the master’s premiere works. Tending fields not our hand planted, traveling roadways lain in angel’s passing looking to dawn for which had no surety in arrival. We found the land of our travail, the whisper of our coming and gave reproach to dominion that would have seen the innocent measured and made captive to the leisured desires of those wicked thinkers mounting assault to moon and castles keep. We found that which was sought, that which could never be purchased, earned or connived, the entrance to lands yet made for which only passage is certain.

Leeward lean into the winds of time caught in the doldrums of collective foolishness and disregard. Harmed only by expectations and the perceptual misunderstanding accepted as norm from those who would engineer science. Answer to the call of tomfoolery’s whistle charmed against the rocks of scion sea. Why tarry in the daydream or polish up the nightmare, regarding each in their abject poverty to muster up explanation from disregard? What days must be punished to produce regard for the missteps taken? What leverage must we locate and apply to stop our boots in the solemn mud of self preservation?

There are no dreams beyond what we feel. There is no pleasure in the reluctant attempts at retardation of spirit’s whim. Fall to and find in harmony the voice of collective image. As we look through dirty glass, taking our sleeve freshly moistened with spit to find our way in the dim lit dust of this desert wandered. There are no cake walks, no pastry tours no trips to the reservoir of greenery. Only the dry sullen lake calling all to its depths bidding all turn from the possibility of miracle and beg reinstatement in the world’s noisy bosom. No taper, no customization, no courage or consideration only stark visits to the dirtied tit of temporary provision.

Where shall the next round be played as the syrup and lush candied roadways disappear in the forgotten horizon. All turn to pray upon spiritual incarnations to deliver us to something without fear, toward love when we know not the gist of our own understanding. Rampant palsied cries for resolution as the party turns to nonsense and all reach for arguments they’d once heard preached in the parlors of passed acquiescence. Our lights dimmed we adjusted our caps to capture the moonbeams and starlight of impassioned reason. What leading magnificence promises the hope of straightened pathways and cleared passage beyond midnight and the scary sands of time’s passing? Hopefully beset in doubtful measure we plod on toward the mere mention of signs, measure and wonder.

Inclined to believe but not through hearing and obedience but by promised of billboard reliability and marketing. Believe in what may pass the gullet, that which sits long upon the stomach, not the high minded promises of stellar reason. The stairway calls feet forward, escalating all though to literal mention. We must be high in mind, low in caution and absent contemplation to wander haplessly in to the hand of chaos. Pent to apply purpose to those things which randomly fall from the trees and treasures of turmoil. Our regard spent we loaf leisurely to find a seat at the edge of storm, rain or fire idlily reflecting upon our luck at being touched by the whimsical finger of fate.

To your acrimony and rage I offer love. Yes, by choice, I refuse to accept your disquieting furor and find a place unreachable by your antique weaponry. For this is not longer the day and recycled man but the era of the saint, evolved by the hand of God upon his heart. Born again to wine skin, a new flesh, resilient to house the fruit of vines yet planted. It is time to investigate this new reality that your eyes and consciousness refuse to pronounce manifest in the world of man’s violent history. For we no longer find the reasons of man sufficient to support the willingness to hate that which God has told each Love.

Gone are the winds of unbridled conquer. No medal’s born or chest so broad to account for the loss of even one of God’s created, born free to pursue the skinny path of His paramount service. Life’s fulfillment may only be born in Freedom’s Breath. Men must know the wins and errors of choice, the Choice representative in God’s gift of Loving discernment and decision. The loser is the one who finds himself driven by mere unproductive lusts even when they amass huge segments of land or kingdom for they are sycophantic and return all investment to eventual refuse heap. Cherish the moments to see men in innocent kindness and truth of God’s forgiveness. He gives all men a break and He is their rightful judge, when then may be found kind in my own breast?

Days pass as we the willing are touched by things beyond reason, by sound that may not be heard yet except by hearts set free from captivity and training to sin. We are rounding the bend of recreation. For Now there are possibilities beyond probability found only in the pursuit of everlasting. Things fostered alone in the hope of another way, another world and symbiosis with Almighty and alignment with righteous intention. Disinclined to animal pursuits losing the taste for stolen goods or lands procured on the toil of those who may be found Brother. We rest in the only place where peace remains, in the mind and heart of God