Abysmal acclaim in achievement of my worldly mandate. Standing in the spotlight of my mounting hubris I hug myself and proclaim how pleased God must be with my performance. In delight of self, I worship me and the bending of all realities to my eloquence, beauty and personal power. What a delightful memory this moment when I gathered my world to me.

The psychological pyramid of my ascension, self-actualization guided arrival at godhood in special, apotheosis. The origin of man’s sin found in equivalence with God. No wonder that women have taken over the seats of action, power and prayer in the Body as man continues to deny culpability. We walked away from the Spirit of God upon us in surrender to Truth.

What now that I have manifested my own gospel? What reward attained? Access to mysteries, global accord and participation in gilded eternal hope? What prize found in relationships based on construct of youth’s torture and unrequited outcomes of a wounded heart? What day do I now esteem but the achievements of my own carnal empire of me?

No it is an achievement beyond the realm of self this time alone with our Maker. Certainly I may fail as most men will in acknowledging my origin in the seed of Adam and the need for rebirth in Christ. In so doing I may as well obtain the pinnacle of temporary outcomes and seal my participation in the award of all things belonging to the achievements of second best.

I see no reason to worship this man before my becoming. I see no reward in relationship with Friend, parishioner of wife in the prescribed scripting of my own writer’s cramp. I see no tomorrow beyond yesterday held in the absolute certainty of an arrival I never started on paths denied. I see no equivalence to anything but an animal to taste of fire’s Lake.

Are you equally pleased in the mammon increases of service to self? Are you no longer alone in acquiring the outcomes written in the manuscript of mind’s eye? What peace in found in my own power that I may display before the crowd as answer to God’s Image upon me. In this life what has been made possible that before was well beyond my power and reason?

What is gained? What remains? What is now beyond my acquisition? Is this limit a surrender to the possible found within myself? Do I dream of the impossible or seek peace in that which I know may be achieved in my own power, pace and proposition? I was not made by a perfect God to become something constructed to fit the container of this world.

I was made to resemble and declare my unity, family and faith in that which resides outside of time or thinking. There is no peace for me in the achievements of a Script written in man’s passing, having been subjected and rendered carbon by the Baptism of God’s Holy Spirit. There is no road but the one upon which I find peace in the promises of where it leads me.

Every glorious sign indicates our closeness to God’s unfolding plan and the return of Jesus. Praise God for placing me in a position of service for the last decade to pray, research and educate on a panoply of subjects weighing heavily on the human mind. God is of Order. Is it possible that He would want a relative calm in/through which humanity makes the most important decision facing us in this carnal lifetime?

Logistically, we have reached a point in travel mastery that we may circumvent the globe with relative ease by air, sea and space. With the airwaves, internet and speed to disseminate occurrence we now understand our world and those cultures that occupy it alongside. We have arrived at an era where there is great natural and manufactured tension to develop Global Governance. For the first time the fake trinity of government seeks to control this planet without God’s guidance or will.

Those who have inserted themselves in the unholy position between men and God continue to build tolerance as the basis for an ALL Faith acceptance. This prediction announces the soon/post arrival of Anti Christ waiting in position to elevate upon removal of the restraining spirit. They do not ask God for permission nor humbly beg forgiveness but instead assert their own godhood as sufficiency for blaspheming the Sovereign God of the Universe. Most if not nearly ALL mainstream and lesser manned religions/denominational outfits now claim their own authority to make rules, collect monies and conduct ministries with ideas inconsistent with Scripture.

Food and Water are now not our own but managed, polluted and poisoned with the express intent on governing God’s Creation. Those who offer little in asset or service are restricted access and left in poor health with the clear intention of eugenocide. Medical care is orchestrated, developed and disseminated to both commoner and Noble with different rules and rituals to logically limit reproductive health and longevity to narrow the classes. Love is in short supply except for those who see God’s coming restoration prior to His delivery of justified and long awaited wrath.

Yes, the pressures of this world as it strains to escape the Hand and Throne of God have awakened the hearts of those who would Know their God. We are seeing women return to the self governance of respect and union with good men. We are seeing youth not angered by their Fathers returning their inclined ear and heart to the Dad out of respect and gathered wisdom found in Christ. We are seeing the stage set for the grand ending written before time began to the puzzle of God’s Man. These are wonderful times to be tested and found wanton or true. This is the awesome and potent life of abundance for which Christ became man. In Jesus’ name.

Today is the day that God has given U.S. to rejoice, regardless of it esteemed value. It reminds me of the day on which Christ Jesus fulfilled Biblical redemptive prophecy riding into Jerusalem on the foal the colt of a Donkey. In that I will always find more joy than I ever deserved.

However, this day is important for reasons that yet may be unknown to the public. Today in America is 01/20/26, the one year anniversary of Donald J. Trump’s inauguration. Why would I mention this day’s importance and not be referring to that anniversary. This is the legal one year date of the end of “Belligerent Occupation” over America. An globally significant day in the legal realm.

The British, Rothschild, East India Corporate, Vatican merger into the Crown Global Corporation cleverly enslaved America in 1871 through legal ju-jitsu. They created a Corporation in Washington D.C., our Capital, that had been donated by the Jesuits of Towson Maryland, the Carroll Family per orders of Rome et al.

This diamond shaped city, run by Lex Fori Law (Canon Law) acted in Supremacy to the collective “Common Law” run States. This Corporation duplicated our Constitution almost identically, with the exception that it was now the Corporation of the United States to which we were pencils, employees, slaves. This is known as Belligerent Occupation in the Law of War/Armed Conflict.

Donald Trump’s inauguration ended this belligerent occupation of our Nation. Why celebrate our deliverance by God, through His vessel Donald J. Trump? Well, we are now a free nation, no longer colony of the King/Queen of England and their wicked business partners and this date signifies certain legal realities regarding the end of that occupation. After today for instance, ALL ALIENS must be sent home as they were too captives of that occupation. The Geneva Convention of 1949 section IV says so.

Additionally, the GESARA/NESARA deployments were launched today. Donald J. Trump officially withdrew all American military personnel from IRAQ. Why today, because today the Iraqi Dinar is revalued. Considering we have $35Billion USD in Dinar and Trump said we will not leave until we are paid for the entire rebuild of Iraq. These Dinar are most likely valued at $>40Trillion USD.

We also worked out a deal to purchase Greenland from Denmark and if this happens together with Alberta seeking separation from Canada as sovereign Nation we will be well on the way to establishing the North American United States to include Canada, Greenland and 50 others. When looking at this together with the dynamic changes facing Central and South America we clearly have reason to check our fears at the doorway to the new World revision.

I do not leap for joy on these things simply because it is good for America and the World but these occurrences are consistent with the world environment that must exist for the revelation of Biblical Eschatology. We are looking at a restitution of free people that may make free decisions for or against God. The new playing field is ripe for harvest and indicates the closeness of Christ’s Return.

Yes, all of these actions, including so many in the middle East, Far East and Europe set the stage for God turning His Heart back to the Nation of Israel. What joy does that bring the Gentile Christian? Well, for starters it announces the closeness of the end of the time of the Gentiles, The Bride, for who Jesus Died and took the spear thrust, just as Adam lost a rib. Are we allowed to rejoice the imminent return of our King, Lord and Savior?

Yes. I AM.

God thank you for showing the ungodly compendium of human aspects and frailty known as me. Cannot abide the show. So fortunate the masks I would have dawned never seemed to fit and try as I might couldn’t blend into each environment in which I sought concealment. Nope, not good enough for this person, don’t fit into to that aspiration group and too funny looking, short or ill-equipped with personality to measure up to that friendship click. What ws originally detested as loneliness has turned into a skinny, seemingly random path that led to affinity with Christ Jesus.

I am compassionate for the road and the burdens you must bare and my love demands I share your load for segments of the journey. However, just because I have a strong back and you have a lot of burdens does not mean that we will enter/reside in the chapter where you may demonstrate lasting contempt for my God, Faith, friends and beast of burden strength simply to get some occasional attention. Don’t need it. Be fine right here alone with; God, the few folks and critters that want me even in my fugly, poor, unpopular state of being. Couldn’t blend if I wanted to any old way.

Tried to dim the light, guess what it’s His and has no dimmer switch. Tried to keep myself separate from those who would see the light and hate me as the first hated him, they always find me anyway. Light is a hard thing to hide. Tried to tell them of the light and they labeled me with all manner of socially crippling criteria that they truly believed would paralyze my efforts and guess what this power is unmistakable, undeniable and impossible to exhaust. The only true choice is to share with those who want the light and love the rest because hating them compels carnal participation.

So amazing grateful for the missing tooth, unavoidable grin, sturdy legs and peace of mind that set me apart from those trying to assimilate to aspiration. The only thing I want to be is what I am. Not trying to be a better anything, because Christ has me covered. Whatever group I fit in with naturally is where I am staying. The comfort of not having to monitor/adjust my looks, wealth, perceived status or likeability quotient is part of the Peace of God. He knows what I need to change and will change it exactly when it is needed. To that guidance and Will I owe all allegiance, obedience and effort. Not because He terrifies me, which He does, but because He loves me more than He terrifies me and that’s okay with me.

Is this always about me or you? And can’t we simply review the concealed individual script to determine if that really is the most ardent path of pursuance? What is the nature of manipulation that we run around holding up a projection against people we meet seeing if they are indeed a match to that absorption? What is the frailty of humanity that we continue this role play instead of mastering the mystery before us?

Do I definitively have to have things my own way, every day, ad infinitum? Seems pretty boring after the first 1028 days. What is the nature of this human calamity, for it seems the disease of an entire species? Every one walking around with a pre-written scripting trying to emotionally or analytically locate people that match the predetermined roles such that the plot unfolds delivering a conclusion that is consistent with an outcome that rectifies our childhood or adolescent wounding.

Is this truly what we quest? How unfulfilling, especially when the realization comes upon us that we are conducting the exact replication of insanity in experiential form. How about getting over whatever pain was inflicted upon each of us that we may have a healthy human trial called life? It is not that I do not care what happened to each of us in youth, some of it quite tragic or horrific, but I fail to see the pleasure in reading the same sad tale over and over again praying for a different outcome. Especially when creating a new pleasant resolution with new ideas, people and opportunities is so inviting.

What is the addiction of the past that it captures all imagination and tortures it repeatedly? What is the misunderstanding of salvation that we seek to beat up the man or the woman who died on the cross of Christ instead of becoming the new creation He promised as salvation? Why are we transfixed with fixing the past before proceeding to the bright promise of hopeful future? Will you cater to the wounded child within you or delight in the splendor of the new relationship forming in the Power of God’s Holy Spirit? Are you born again or simply uttering the words in falsehood to fit in?

There is a universe of pregnant experiences awaiting your participation. Why become bottled up in the things and situations that didn’t go right and divorce or forgo those relationships, situations and outcomes that are married instead to possibility, prayer, hope and promise?

A quiet reach, white rushes, petals and bark peeling back to show the argent skin beneath. The Winter lingered, resisting the pressures of time and change, refusing to we gave way to planting. We moaned, understanding, prepared for germination, readied the ground and forest. Field standing wet and alone as the wind punishes all that give it reason.

Icicle eyelids and beard frozen tight to mustache. Cheeks of leather sadness and frost. Eyes beyond recognition of this lazy desert harshness. Looking for realms that few knew and even less ventured. Passages well lit and furnished with colored tarp and signets, florets and caramelized portraits. Nothing sloppy about great wealth, no mistakes in planning.

Tears refusing to flow as if frozen solid to memories that could not be forgotten, paralyzing hope in heart of mule and master. Cannot become that which you never made us, spoken slowly in description, too little to breed familiarity only whet the curiosity of cats and ministers. Leaving all the chance we blessed the harmonious union and walk away.

Dancing in fantastic vision, sung to life by sonnet with crimson and Torrie pine. Wrapped in soliloquy and suggestion we fed the lions of dessert and dream, lost to all logic, guest and admiration. Long silent pause as in words of forgotten meaning, explaining the whisper beyond imagination, technically adequate with emotions beyond eclipsing moments.

To talk so cheap, class, station and blood line forgotten, the realm of happenstance and chaos. Cobalt signalling the dawn on blued horizon as the fires of morning awaken beyond the silken black. Angry torch and fiery darts of treachery seeking to devour every molecule, wave and plasma. In captivity lost to amber and vermilion, festive in the purple-hearted.

In my quest to do the right thing, as is the nature of every man I found the presumed solution to the deprivation of love I experienced throughout this short existence. Unfortunately, it was the same false cure that each of us discovered, attention, fame, importance through met need. None of these is the actual answer, love, which comes from the understanding that this worlds’ provision of acclaim is never answer but continued unfulfilled pursuit.

We are loved by God right now, right here in my failed or productive state and none of that has to do with works or effort. Love is disassociated with effort. Efforts produce results, results are analyzed by perspective, perspective is unique to the individual inside each of us. Question: If I continue to look for the same people that raised me, the same people that never loved me while remaining on the path to pleasing that perspective I never could rise above, How does that in any universe amount to an equation that I can factor out?

Yes, I am a difficult character as study of history demonstrates was every other extremely gifted individual. This is not braggadocio time but self mastery. I am involved in a battle with self to rise above my own complexities and simply love people as God has ordained. That demands that regardless of the obstacles, I must do the impossible which in Christian faith is never attributed to the saint but to the Savior/Spirit/Father. My success depends entirely on surrender, not on any works because these are deceptive roads we are offered to travel, roads that do not lead to impossible resolutions.

These are days that demand clarity, purpose and God’s wisdom of Proverbs two. This is not the moment for my adoration of failed saints in history who asked for wisdom and then chose their own life desires resulting in the loss of sheep and the failure of shepherd. This responsibility demands that I leave and forget the childish wounds and considerable efforts to resolve dilemmas created nearly a lifetime ago. Love is the answer I seek, it is not found in replaying the same scenario again and again looking for alternate outcome. You either love me or you don’t, there is no guessing or mystery in that understanding, but rather consciousness of what Love is and isn’t.

I seek righteousness and faithfulness of God. I want to be that man that does the right thing by showing up each and every time seeking God’s Will be done, not my own. Solomon failed and in so doing produced the line of savior. What would have happened if Solomon had remained faithful to God? Was he predestined to be held in worldly regard for wisdom only to fail in the process to demonstrate to all mankind what happens to the best of us when they forget the God who created/blessed and promised? Our successes as with love are never found in our own plan of success but in our humility of understanding that the only outcomes that defy temporality are God’s.

So, if I don’t love you for who you are it is demonstration of my continued temporary/carnal pursuance. If I use love as a weapon to judge you it is more of the same. Love is not blind and never will be especially when it used as measure to determine the qualified and the unworthy. This has always been the signal and fruit of synergy with God. For if love be impossible, forgiveness beyond scope and immortality only found in surrender then it is God’s acknowledgement of our adoption the only measure of our success. No amount of wives, concubines, money, fame or legacy will ever answer a supernatural problem for they are doomed in relegation to carnal instruments. In Jesus’ name.

I am not done this has just begun says the One who can make that statement without doubt or equivocation. I am going to make you a man who when looking in the mirror sees Me not himself, his works, his treasure or his ambitious self reign. I am never going to leave you though sometimes you do awful things forgetting that I am there with you always.

What do you do with real power, fight it, seek destruction, escape or an alternate route? Certainly that opportunity lay before you and mistaken in the outcomes or drunk with the power of that choice you believe that an open road to intention stands before you. Or, you may respect sovereign authority understanding your tiny perspective and be thankful in surrender and obedience out of loving respect.

I thought myself eternal or worse I accepted this short life and tried to compete with all men who had gone before to see how history judged me against them. Their achievements, my conquests, the world’s pitiful call to turn a road meant for decision and choice into all that life may offer. Even though we all know deep inside when viewing this world that there is something so much larger at play.

In my supreme indifference, self righteous misunderstanding and outright contempt for things holy and supreme I counseled myself from the well of my own foolishness. With myself as authority, my heart the source of darkness and my own unbridled ambition I told myself all manner of deceptive parlay.

You and cannot arrive somewhere that is not accessible from the point of embarkation. We launched on the wrong track, in dark vehicle, world’s away from the origin and destination we thought possible. We followed the wrong self written rules, with darkened heart and unforgiven reprobate understanding never even pondering that we had been rationally welcomed on the train to eternal sadness and disrepair.

There was no way from here to there. Disrespect was the natural outcome of our descent, walking downward in wandering spiral never once thinking of the mountains we could not see or the magic we sought to counter. Hypnotized by our own vainly imaginary contemplation. We hat never lost hope that we never possessed to begin this journey. We were operating on wishes, not prayers, scripts not inerrant Truth, in disobedience and deception we missed the light of the world and chose our own darkness and reflection.

I you trust me I will show you the mysteries you never pondered, the places you never knew in your meager understanding and the character that surpasses mankind’s temporary contemplation. If you will serve my will I will not not only heal that which befell you I will defer the destiny you were intent on providing and adopt you into an inheritance beyond your imagination. For I am and with me you too will always be.

The tears and the raining agonies of trials beyond contention file themselves appropriately in the dirt at my feet. What weight the idea of pressures, cooking, forcing us to change even when we are certain it will mean our death to do just that. What dream is this a man capable of tears and smiles in the midst of trials and burden?

Falling over myself to answer the call upon this person I am becoming. Cannot confidently predict how this seemingly powerless man will recover to win, place or show at fall fair. Surety was an illusion believing that no matter what came at me I would meet it with greater; confidence, attitude and tactic. How to know the unknowable?

In a season of chrysalis, lying in wait for changes to repair, changes and transformation beyond my anticipation or prognostication. Imaginary emergence to the applaud of thousands seeing my recreation and welcoming me into the system of adoration. No, this launch was made at first light, acquainting me with Him.

To what imagination must I attend knowing that my thoughts have been inadequate since call to declaration? What is a man left with that is his own when all has died, passed away, born again of a seed beyond comprehension the works of Soveriegnty? Nothing, Everything challenging the limits, no, erasing and rewriting programs.

Look ahead to yonder mountain that moments ago did not exist or yet had been hidden from sight of temporary mortality. Of course the words escape, for certain the ideas present themselves; a cavalcade, avalanche of new thinking, equipping, building, erecting a new substrate. What will God build upon this new thing He created?

What did you notice freed from your restraints, arising from the bushes unaware of thick coat of grease and mud making you look the camo dressed nightmare? Taken in the dark, unconscious to how many came for you slept painfully in dream with a large knot at the side of your shoulder. Did they have to take you down so hard,they could have asked and perhaps you would have gone nicely? No that would never have happened and you both knew it.

One sweeping eye took in what was visible in the low light. Several slept but two stood watch. They hadn’t noticed my coming to, talking quietly in a language I didn’t recognize. Why now, what made me valuable or useful to their planning, such that they would have to take me alive. Not wishing panic I calmed my head from thinking about the thousand things I could not guess. Instead I focused in on the quiet speech to see if there was any data or clues I could gather.

A mystery tied together in the throbbing pain in my upper back and shoulders. I dared no move, justifying another bashing, instead slowly tested the tape and twine with which I had been bound. Nothing moved, it wasn’t fancy but sure was tight. I looked for something sharp, some corner, glass or mirror to try and free myself, just then the door opened and a lithe stealthy manned stepped into the shallow dim. I couldn’t tell for sure but black hair and gaunt features like Abraham Lincoln.

I squinted as he looked my direction hoping he hadn’t seen the whites of my eyes in the darkness. He threw something on the table, a sack, not paper but cloth. Could not tell what was in it, both men looked up, saying nothing they set the bag aside and we all waited until someone had something to say, but silence was all we encountered. I suddenly realized the stench, sweat and sour meat. Something in that bag was putrid.

Having no idea what they awaited nor the reason for my capture, I decided to exercise the one control I had at the moment that was to use the time to recover and rest. My head pounded and though my heart rate had calmed considerably I almost fell asleep which may not have been a good thing for someone who might have a concussion, but it should relieved any fear or impatience. Before I began to daydream I heard someone calling from outside the doorway.

Soon, I would know the purpose for my abduction.