As those who have been following the Threshing Floor episodes on Rumble are aware, it is adamantly clear that our Major universities have become the planning, tabletop and game theory political machinery to roll out and complete Color Revolutions around the world. With the advent of the Harvard Center of International Affairs CIA 1958 by Henry Kissinger, Robert R. Bowie and McGeorge Bundy, all high-level State Department or CIA officials, the Professional Intelligence Apparatus and fulfillment of MKULTRA objectives were achieved. Our universities became functional operatives in achievement of global Empire.

Since, most revolutions are attained by development of non-violent activism in target countries these operatives immediately began recruitment and training of liberal leaning faculty and students across the globe to launch these non-violent protests, false flags and resistance. Subsequently these major universities became functional organs of our own CIA at Langley and have effectively helped produce multiple regime changes around the globe. These data remain inconclusive as to the efficacy of these revolutions for Democratic outcomes. However, the fact that they are being developed, manned, run and analyzed at our universities is undeniable.

The greatest problem we are currently experiencing is that the United States itself has now become the target of these non-violent processes to overthrow our own country. The fact that it is being done with much of our own public funding, tax dollars and CIA black funding is abominable. Their contempt for America and the American people is painfully obvious as the Czar of Obama’s ethics department, Norm Eisen, publishes a document entitled, “The Playbook” flaunting their planning and efforts at overthrowing foreign governments and the United States. The CIA destroyed their records in the early 1970’s regarding the MKULTRA Program to conceal their achievements at hiding their planning, research and services in our universities, hospitals and Corporations. This achievement produced possibly the single most dangerous outcome for these United States.

We must understand not only the implications of Government establishing fascist bodies within our capitalist society but reflect upon the danger to our children and staff members within our Great Universities. It must also be mentioned that foreign Intelligence operations have followed suit and many countries have bought themselves entire wings of our Hospitals and Universities to counter the efforts of our own rogue government. If left on their current course and funding these universities will continue to indoctrinate, recruit and employ our students and faculty to overthrow governments to the detriment of Our Freedoms and those freedom loving peoples across this Great Earth.

This has metastasized into a global cancer that now uses IT social media, Government data collection platforms to coerce public behaviors regarding activism and voting. These social media platforms are using mind control techniques mastered at our intelligence agencies to leverage and bind our citizens into thinking, acting or not acting against the threats sworn against them. The recent advent of pandemic, whether you believe it valid or not indicates the gravity of this social media control. Now activist’s groups are planning, recruiting, meeting, scheduling and conducting activism protests via the internet through these social platforms. If this is not terrorism by definition, then what is it? It is painfully evident that the CIA has mastered the art of social manipulation via the mainstream media and now has perfected the propagandic arts through Government Controlled social media that uses AI assets to record, monitor, meter and influence all that we do and say right from the heart of our most trusted universities, hospitals and corporate centers.

What must be done about our universities? God willing, we will close and force from our shores all of this mind controlling, recruitment and regime threatening agencies. We must once again control what satisfies the need for education in our own country. Our universities must not be hijacked by intelligence agencies and state actors at our cost and use our children to evoke their quest at global takeover. I do not know all the answers, but I do know that we need them and some subsequent effective action, immediately if we are head off the clear eventualities of leaving this cancer untreated. May God give you clear counsel on this issue and if I may be of any assistance in prayer or discussion, please let me know.

There is no greater pain than that of realizing ones betrayal in deceit. When a righteous man follows a path having placed faith in the ordained steps and finds himself off God’s skinny path standing amidst the masses travelling the well paved boulevard, he is shocked, dismayed, embarrassed and contrite, knowing that he has trusted in his own heart and not as God directs the voice of His Sovereign. Am I such a man? Am I embarking through embraced advice the broad road leading to destruction? When I could have followed the path to the narrow gate by arduously attending to God’s Direction?

Have I convinced myself of my own self-perception in superiority, failing to consistently remember the fallen stance that brought me running to Calvary for Grace? Have I taken the swollen feed bag of leavened bread inherently to self-justification that I would consider it now within my audacious power to forgive myself of those things for which God died? Asinine is my name. Filled with pride when set free from it by Sovereign Gifting is the ultimate insult to my intelligence or apparent lack. the power of deception seeks those with the window of self-actualization left open. The pattern being self and the worship a man undertakes when God is not enough.

I am not capable of completing this road on which God has led and equipped me. I endure in Him not of self and to forget would be a total departure from both faith and reason. If I were ever capable of doing the impossible than God need not come and die for me. Perhaps that is the basis of my failure in contemplation believing that every other poor sap needs salvation and that mine is unnecessary or assured. I am not suffering from captivity of self-importance relying upon my own Goodness or deeds to find my way to heaven. If i were then heaven was never my pursuit or my destination but the separated end which comes to all men who fail to seeks God’s wisdom and hope.

Some would venture to call this man I’ve become weak by serving the God of the Universe. Accepting all the ridicule of men whom God loves so much He sent me to tell them of that Love is not the easy path. For we as men love our pride and will defend it ever before we defend the innocent. I am no slighted by those who have forgotten God waits for them. I am not insulted by those who believe that I am weak to stand my ground upon God’s Promises choosing to rely upon a greater power instead of seeking my own glory in foolish regard. I do not fault their thinking for I know that there remains time for the exigencies of this lifetime and pain of experiences to shake them to the truth. That moment and patience God expresses in waiting for them to come to reason or sufficient pain is the true strength of man reborn.

On quiet lanes, with buzzing bees and heated breeze. We stopped for moments of forgotten woe. Our hearts felt light, so far from night that the day appeared eternal. Her hand draped fragile across my left wrist, the world had no gravity and our dreams as helium escaped to the Heavens. The cold edge of ice cube resting on my tongue I forgot how refreshing this life could become. In the subsidized awakening I rode the waves of rest being given to us freely.

Where were the frozen permafrost nightmares of childhood and lost passions? As contentment threatened all our misery with the mint at the back of our frosty minds. Stolen, these moments when I simply traced her elbow with the nail edge of my index to watch the goosebumps flair. A bird interrupted the emptied mindset with peels of tenor and alto begging. Aghast at my dismissal and wanting the attention that she so willingly received. These are not the disheveled whimsies of a man who sits in parlor or finds wealth in winning arguments. These are the peaceful musings of cares lost and problems solved.

Does there have to be double down of concern and worry to accompany the absence in unfinished work? Must tonnage sponsor displeasure or remove from us any manner of rest divorced from relaxation? What journey’s anguish requires furrowed brow and lost inertia? If the bellows blow must we be set to flame as each hot air breathes upon our sun dried fueling? Or may we lay dormant with eyes scanning the predictable and the unexpected miracles of God’s making? Must every dream end in gasp or rude startle? In this place I found that elusive thing.

You want me to be arbiter of your disobedience and refusal to give all of your trust to God. There is no hope nor reason in that position for a prince. For to make believe one is King to capture Sovereign mindset, evokes the blindness of an eye and the pride to which one falsely falls for season. Certainly if there were no Word, No Holy Spirit, no born again access before the throne and no small quiet voice in the back of our heads, even then it would be stretching the definition of Pastor to presumptively deliver the Truth that I believe God is telling you. His Word is infallible, available, eternal and precise and the Spirit of that Word is a discerner of hearts and minds. Therefore I am free of my own interpretation and shall comfortably restrict myself to the quiet harbor of love and edification to which God has delivered me.

Your Sin is known both to you and before God. If you wish to exclude yourself from man’s entirety and somehow counsel that God will overlook your Sin but judge all other’s go right ahead. We know this thinking foolhardy yet each of us, even the faithful continue to court the harlot of our wickedness believing that Grace allows us to continue in the same sins for which He died on the Cross to free us, forgive us, heal us and deliver us through belief and forgiveness. How can one perfect belief be mocked by iniquitous thinking, as if somehow none of the Passion occurred and that we may remain in captivity to death and sin now that we have establish a feigned faith in false eternal deliverance? We know this to be rabidly untrue.

Now to the conduct of the Church as a Corporate interest, setting, seeking and championing business goals without discussion, consideration or perhaps falsely attributing the approval of the Holy Spirit. Paul warned us through that Holy Spirit of this wickedness two thousand years ago, yet we continue to ignore or mock that perfect prophetic word of our denial of the Power therein, the same Holy Spirit. We emphatically understand that blaspheming that Holy Spirit is the only unforgivable sin yet we race headlong into this immovable barrier in our quest to reach goals of profitability and breadth in reach. What then are the boundaries and rules for tithing and investment capitalization that are somehow different for the Body as a whole that exclude the individual? We now in our hearts what is right with regard to mammon and making God first, yet we continue to inquire of Pastors, Friends and Oracle as with our other beloved sins, the method by which we may set ourselves apart from judgment to achieve our own imperfect goals ignoring the Word’s perfect context.

The Church has gone astray. We are the Body of Christ and last I checked when one part of the body became cancerous the rest followed or equally suffered. What fiction and folly have we convinced ourselves that allows each of us to remain holy, righteous and true within the construct of a body gone to virus, plague or leaven? We were even warned by Jesus Himself of the danger of this pinch within the loaf. How shall we now escape the understanding that the Body of Christ is the Loaf of which Jesus counseled? Additionally, the Holy Spirit through Jude told us that the Church, the Body would be infiltrated during these last days and that we are to be set apart for God separating ourselves from the ungodly that have crept in among us, those predestinated for judgment for wickedness. How then now may we continue in our already recognized: infiltrated, cancerous, ungodly body proclaiming ourselves once again outside the inclusionary definition of “The World” that God so greatly loved. We are mankind especially if we believe ourselves “Self Righteously” outside God’s definition. Pride is always the sword upon which the arrogant will fall.

Frustrations of standing at the window looking at the bucolic scene beyond yet no handle, knob or doorway through which to proceed. We are at the precipice of this nations transformation: either from the deception perpetrated for decades of a free country run by its people or to the deep dark state of global dominion and endless persecution or fear. What brought us to these shores of dismal grey storms looming on yonder horizon and the light dim, yet visible to the opened eyes of those awake?

We trusted. In idols, in pipedreams, in the rest we are offered to view their $100 Milliion dollar celebrities each weekend as they put on a show to lull into slumber. Their can of whatever in our right hand, their 5G homing device on our left knee, hypnotized into believing that this alternate reality is the Real One God promised each of us. But the pestering, nagging tug in the back of our minds keeps us from contentment. Men never seeing the end of their pursuits, the relief or the peace of mind and women overwhelmed by the speed and the expectations of a life driven by hungers without satiation. Jesus said bring me those who are weary and heavy laden and I will give them rest.

Well my feet hurt, my mind can’t comprehend contentment and I look upon the lusts of greedy people driving me to the grave not to a better life. I can only imagine how difficult this has been for those who never knew or have forgotten God’s promised intervention and help. Perhaps, they are content, but I don’t think so as I see the lines of stress on their brow and they never seem to slow down for anyone or anything, only stopping briefly for a lust fulfillment break. Each of us chasing those things that give us a warm fuzzy, knowing somehow that the good things were meant to last, but those that call us forward never seem to suffice.

The common theme of our awakening is that most of this has been an illusion, an AI sponsored rendition of what we thought we wanted, packaged in a bitter melon nightmare that never seems to leave the back of our thinking. What heroes have shown themselves true, what men have rendered themselves solid example for our children, what dreams are accepted as having reached the Good Life that all Americans were told would come with hard work, determination and elbow grease? None of this is acceptable. In fact, we are so emotionally or nerve dead that they are having to hurt US just so that we may access the tears associated with a loss of innocence, truth and actual authentic prayer. What remains of the lies we were fed must be jettisoned with the hope that led US into this painful and abrupt resting from deep sleep.

The joy I have is free but because it didn’t come from my achievement nor even from my own expectations or understanding but rather from the Word of God. I wipe my brow and thank God that He called out to me so long ago and that I had at least enough intelligence to realize my predicament and accept His Grace, without which I would be completely brought in by their fake reasoning and the utterly feigned script of how this was supposed to turn out. You see, we wanted more than God told US to expect. The shiny objects, the five weeks vacation and the big house, car and delightful family that would work efficiently to reach our wonderland. What happened to having more than I need so that I can give to others well that was secured away with my contentment, my peace and my belief in life everlasting.

This awakening is about God’s Plan for mankind. However distant, plausible or consistent with my view of globality. For it is the only plan that is going to happen and must be accepted, addressed and adhered to if any of US want to get out of this chapter alive. Endurance is the quality most needed as the tests, trials and momentum of the world coming upon us is something beyond our scope to cope. The only hope we ever had is that God Loves US dearly and if we apologize turn away from our dalliance and beg Him to He will forgive US and heal this nation. That being said we must armor up in His Characteristics because shedding the fog that clouds our understanding, arising from the smoke of the deception that has captured our nation thinking and learning how to walk, run and chew gum again is going to take all the effort we can muster and a lot more patience than any of US currently possess. That is the greatest blessing of God’s forgiveness and Promise, we don’t to do the impossible just be ready for the impossible tasks to appear before US and His power, wisdom and provision to provide the miracle to overcome.

I delight in the night when things are set right. My body and mind will find rest. But my heart waits for the day and all that’s coming our way. Revealing results of each test.

The season began as God said let us make man. Giving him Purpose, image and hope. Made for great things and the joy that it brings. With no limit or end to the scope.

Let his life be made brief and the weight his belief. In discovery the evidence lain bare. For Grace he shall proceed according to need. Each blessing an answer to prayer.

Now let the great bells and halls ring as the faithful will sing. Of praises and wealth all rewarded. The covenant made that shall never fade. And the Eternity have all been accorded.

For promise is born destined to be torn. From the hearts of those willing and able. The bread first is broken to vow shortly spoken. As betrayal gets up from the table.

The eggs we have broken and the doubts we have oft spoken. In our moments of petulant pride. Upend or append the wounds that we mend, When we accept to be Jesus’ Bride.

Drawn to the winnowing of my spirit. Threshed until the chaff is loosened from the real food of life. The dross removed after violent and percolated separation. Scooped from the man I will become remembering the payment that was given in the torture of an innocent man. What delight this extraction when thought of mercifully. What pure joy the knowledge of what arrives following the spin cycle and hanging in the warming afternoon sun. Perched, set apart made new for the purposes of eternity’s work. The things to come hereafter.

I am expected to yawn, murmur and complain about this pain readying my soul for things yet mentioned or described. The verbs yet written; the vocabulary scribed upon a white rock to be given to those who know Him. These are not the days and trials of a man who shall lose but the one who realizes the victory has already been delivered. My analysis unimportant, my belief in things beyond this day all that matters for even this moment has been assured and donated to my blessings.

What shall be revealed in His finger upon the hand of the time that marks my passage? This life a brief reflection of the predestination in good deeds and divine opportunity to share love or reaction to worldly impulse. Inscribed upon my internal helix the giftings of the Lord’s visitation and equipping for the readiness I will need when facing those eyes of fire. A coming day, a dawn of inception when lies removed none may utter falsehood without immediately piercing of the Light. Cherish the hardship and the love as joy greets both with the knowledge of higher participation, courage and counsel.

Made in the forge of King’s wanting. Left to refuse the hull and cancelled Milen sheath. Forgotten and never remembered the pain as it tempers the iron of this vessel. Flesh yet beyond in remaking of heavenly seeds encoded with a life that transcends each veil of tomorrow’s warning. Become what some ventured to repeat and chant yet failed to put foot and hold to piton in climbing yonder mountain. Relieved, refreshed, renewed in viewing, character and promise. Journey to day’s envisaged round the corner of time obedient hand, ticking away at the order of our Master.

This demands revision beyond all current or past expectation. Leveraging words and technology well outside personal regard. Selfless contemplation need be excused from conversation as petty intellectual frailty and hope of dismissal. What legion paid this heart shall act in evidentiary support? The only hope sovereign pardon from purpose, peace or promise.

Left to the brutal whispers of my own self-loathing. Shame, caution, fear and time chasing me broad and long as I desperately scan the battlefield for timely exist. This is unprincipled assault upon the giftings, and liturgy of moments aggregate against the existential. Peace disassociates to probability. What harmony or bucolic rhythm found in support of the innocent in expiration? Gone, breath, lived to transpire as a thought or wind in season.

Wilted courage before the onslaught of inevitable. Ejected and rejected for being exactly the thing we’ve become. Sometimes to change is loving sometimes to carry raw determination the greatest exactitude in folly and reason. Done once will be expected no required in each toll’s passing or ferry summons. We will forever be prisoner to the stomped foot or threatened crystal.

The tempest and the toddler dynamically opposed yet so quizzical in observation. What comedy in the fall of man? What sorcery in the blunt force trauma of the heart and mind? What calculation in the infintile math where things never added up to love but to sums, reduction and negative numbers. Were we at fault when the wages began to tumble? Would we have been less dull in the sharpened response of rebuttal? Some times a thing may not be undertaken for the simple caution and advisement of unintended consequence that should and ought be expected. No taking it upon the chin will not lose the fight but win it for slaveholders intent.

In peace the profit. Denying the shelter from each storm my heart is forced to hunker. This is not a covenant of self-reliance but granted by belief upon those things beyond my own doing, trying or reckoning. Trust when earned allots for unfettered actions, especially those which frighten to raise awareness of momentum and importance. what deadline or overwhelming force may be welcomed without some dependence upon powers willing and able to defer or stops its impact? What then is salvation without deliverance from all the aspects that transcend personal capacity for control?

Loving because that is the purpose of my making. Not a process of counsel, sound advice or criticism but the love which accompanies a true desire to listen. Having known in belief that the changes will be made, regardless of observation at a time and method beyond my own kindling. How can I love them the way that I would want to be loved without having been acquainted with that experience of having been sufficiently loved myself? This process entails sharing all that we have already been given, having emptied ourselves of self to accommodate the filling of Spirit’s characteristic power and presence.

That elucidates the need for diminution. As the expectant lead of my life perpetuated in the self or ego realizes there is no pathway from here to the hereafter through self-perpetuated or deployed means the immediate retreat to self-deprecation ensues. Having been conveyed to the cross for payment, my flesh died the death that my sin earned that I may be freed from the second death. I perished on Calvary, thankfully renewed to live a life emptied of this palsy having been filled by choice and calling with the PERSON of the Holy Spirit. You may call Him Ghost but that fails to recognize His Divinity and feelings. As to quench HIS participation is a prohibitive action.

Now I live in joy, not my own joy of receiving those things I am after but having received , but the joy of knowledge in coming promise of eternal life through glorification of the Saints before Christ Jesus. Those things which I can neither imagine nor describe are ironically the things upon which I depend most. I don’t know what is coming yet in that Trust I am more robustly and completely fulfilled than through the realization of all my own intention or objective. this is Grace, to have this second chance and this opportunity guided and driven by God’s direction, power and imagination. More than making up for any deficiency my inadequacy proffered.

I am blessed to have so many to love and provide assistance. This is no torture this world where God has given all these wonderful examples of talent, treasure, emotion and promise for me to know and love. Yes, there are those moments that test and try, but how else do humans improve without the fodder for overcoming. This world is not the calamity of victimization and sadness they would have us account, but rather a serious pile of obstacles begging to be adapted, endured and eclipsed. What then shall I offer when asked to give my dismal review? Well, that we count it joy that the Holy Spirit may show the lesson behind each monster, mystery or golem.

People are troubling at times when I am unprepared or ill equipped to make the necessary revisions to my own character and game in order to understand their perspective and adjust. This is after all about working out my transitions in life with God’s assistance and power to become the man He intended me to be. Losing my thoughts or hope in the fray, remaining discontent, anxious, exasperated or in disappointment because God’s world does not match up with my expectations and smooth sailing is a good thing. For when I have been lost long enough in my own power and confusion then I do what God wants me to do and cry out to Him in dependence, worship, love and a desire to be transformed.

Not every episode in this awesome opportunity is going to meet my scripting. Perhaps, when freed of this false consideration or expectation I may consequently realize that it leads to outcomes greater than those which I would have written. Who knows I may ever meet some people that are dynamically attracted to or complimentary to my character and chemistry? Look this has been tough in my inadequate state of dependence and reliance upon God. As I sought for years to do it myself what I found is that I continue with the same hammer on different nails with the same coupling intention of failed imagination. It has been a wonderful process of maturing in God’s direction and guidance to see that I may achieve the impossible, even the transformation of my mind through God’s assistance and intervention.

What I especially like are those things which are unexpected, the curve balls that demonstrate God’s confidence in my ability to grow and achieve through changed perspective, talent and long suffering. This is not the end of my life but the training ground for my real life that comes hereafter. Why then should any of this damper that apprehensive hope of those things, places, seasons and tests yet to come. No, I do not expect to go into laziness but rest. The rest that will be provided as I live out my eternity with the Prince of Peace in an environment that reflects His power to do away with Sin and wickedness forever. Of the things to look forward to, sitting with Him listening to His imagination or perspective will by far be a greater gift than I could ever achieve in a string of my own assets, time, treasures and life lived for self. I do so trust Him and thank Him for these trials hoping that I please my Father at each opportunity to obey His commands.