The Pollution of a city

Should one find a way to see there would be a world waiting. And if the world were Holy then the city would be wise. If the world were holy then the way would be clear.

 When a way of a city is polluted the way of the heart is of men. If the men of the city are wise then the way of those who follow is also that of wisdom.

Wisdom is the way of life in the heart and the way of life in the soul. It is the way of wise men who seek and the way of people who are wise who wait. The wisdom of life is the hope of those who are to find a solution to the problem of that which is; at the base, clean or unclean.

Men seek for God and they find that they cannot see. They fight with God over the base. The base is the heart and men who seek are those who find. Men who find are they who seek. Yet if the seek is sheik then the sheik of a path is the oil and the oil is the sail of life.

Now let us say that Los Angeles is the city of the angel of God. God set it up from the concept of time to call the city the city of angels. The city of angel is the city of an angel but the city of angels is the city of God. So if the city of angel is God then that is the angel of God and that could be Christ. Yet if we study men of Los Angeles we find they are those who seek after things which are unclean. The base of the heart is the beach and the beach is long and straight and many are those who find it. The way of life is those who find a measure of life in the street. They are the bower of the bird which is the sil of life.

Now sil is of the wise and the tree and the gift of life. It is of those who seek after the free of hope. It is of those who seek for life. God takes the free and the brave and the gift and the hope and strips those things away. He takes the man and puts the man back in possession of his soul so that he can think again. And that thinking is his heart. He is thinking when he writes. He is thinking when he sees the light of life. Yet if he writes he does so because he carries a message to the city of Holy Wood. And that is that like Long Beach, city of oil, or City of Angel or Angels, the way of life is filled with things which hinder. And those things are the light of this world. Men turn on television by the billion and they learn of Holy Wood.

And when the tree is clean it is pure and undefiled. Men seek it with joy and they play it with pleasure. They seek it for knowledge and they play it for fun. They go after it for joy and they take it for time. And the time of their soul is the quest for joy. They seek to find the perfect program. The perfect program doesn’t exist but that is the quest of the soul. So God would say the program to be created is close to perfect. And those which are to follow will be even better. And the reason is the people will care.

Caring people are those who know who God is. They know that Holy Wood is the Holly of this world. It is the holly of things God desires. It is the Holly of the world.

The Holly of this world is dirt and pleasure of dirt. They take it and make it wise. They take the dirt and speak of it as wisdom. And they give it life. But God wants them to know they have taken the way of Sin. Sin was an evil and it was evil to take things from the earth and put them into people. People went out and put on life and they stole the name of God so they could be wise.

Yet the name of God isn’t to speak of things which are evil but to put on things which are wise. And so the Hour of Power is wise but it is still weak. It has glass as its frame to bring in light but the frame is weak. And that means when the earth shakes strong there might be a break and that might hurt those who are underneath. It is not a rebuke but a point the designer put into the glass. To make it shatter upon impact so it would not crush or cut. And so the design is wise and best for the way of life.

So if Robert Schuller saw something God showed him his son carried it on. To bring in the world and teach them. They did it with love and tenderness. They cared for people who were sick. They gave to the poor and drove into the drive in with love and with life. In all the people in Holy Wood there were those like them who saw that God was love. And so the God of love was carried to the sea and to the wave and upon the sea of transmission. And it was the transmission of the car and the radio and the TV. And the TV became the source of TV of the heart and of the wave and of the offering.

In all things God saw this and said “I am pleased with it” because he saw the heart of men who were gentle. They did not scream or rebuke or yell. They went after those who were of this world with gentleness. And men of this age were of things that wanted it quiet and soft. They had enough of the screaming and murmuring heart. Their life was filled with it and no Christian could see. They gave pain instead of love. They showed people deep things which showed them they were headed to hell. Only it was sin which was the purpose of the day for Christ. Jesus went to fill the world with people who loved. Yet he found the greatest of those were the people who hated and they were of people like tax and poverty stricken and sometimes rich men as well. Yet they were those who were of life and they sought after God and gave him time.

And so the world became part of sin and it was filled with evil. Only God created evil and it was filled with light.

Now the world needed love but it needed justice. Justice were those who saw wrong and put a stop to it. When men sought for justice they turned to the TV but lately it has walked away from news to cover Holy Wood. It has taken the name of news and given it a link to sink of sin. And it is because people got tired of news as the world gave it. They tried to find someone who gave it as they would want it but no one did. And so it became the people of God who tried. Jack Van Impe did a marvelous job. There were others out there who reached the soul of men. Even Ruth and Billy Graham did this with life and love and meek offering of heart. It was a soul of love and it filled the world with something they needed. Love and something the world had in abundance but didn’t know it; stability.

Stable government was the key to life. We saw our world as falling down when we passed law after law which contravened the freedom we expected. Yet we did not complain when those people who stole our jobs or sent them to China came against us in the court and stole our life. We put trust in them and we became the chaff of the wheat and the wheel spun over us until we were crushed.

And now the mighty wheel of time has risen up once again and we see it grinding inexorably toward the sea with us as seed or sand. And the seed carries life but the sand carries time. And the sand will wash away the link to life if we are not careful.

Now I speak in mystery for I speak of LA and Holy Wood only as if it were Holy. I speak of Holy as Holy and not Holly with that extra l. I do so because I believe Holy Wood is going to be demolished so Hollywood can return.

Now that might sound crazy so let me explain. Holy is part of Wood but wood is part of things meant to be burned. Burning something is a blessing when it is in the proper perspective. Burning wood as an offering to God is a holy thing. God doesn’t mind holy offerings and wood is key to life.

So when Holy Wood is going to be demolished means it is going to change back to Holly and wood. And if the vine was of the Holly then the Holy is part of the vine. And the vine might get stubby but it doesn’t really make good wood. So God needs the Holly to become wood. It must take on burnability. And that means it must be carried into the sea. And for that to happen it must carry the sea and the sand. And that isn’t happening.

So this means God is giving a man a gift to write of Holy Wood as if he were a man on the scene. I might not be great at it as yet but I am on the way to reporting the way of life in Holy and Wood.

So let me put it all to you who read this. Give it up to God who wants Hollywood to return. He wants to burn the wood of the vine and that means to carry up a sweet scent from TV, Radio and the Media of men. Men have great ability and do great things when they are prideful in their walk. Prideful means to walk with pride but not arrogance. Arrogance is the way of men who don’t hear. Prideful is the walk of men who see. They see a need and they fill it with life. Some write of it and someone sees it and returns it with hope. And so it is with me. I am a man of hope. I keep on giving as best I can. God sees and gives me ideas so that the wood will be an offering to God.

Wood is meant to be burned up as work of men. It isn’t meant to be kept permanently locked inside of us. It is the gift of God. We think that everything has to be of metal to be worthy of God. But God carried us into a place where we allow our own mind to delude us. God doesn’t take wood and cast it off as evil. He casts it into the fire to see what kind of smell it carries. And if the smell is good and sweet he seeks more of it. And if the smell is foul he calls it fit for what is Holy to the Lord. And that means watching a fire burn away that wood so it doesn’t catch on.

And thus the work of Sin was the work of vile natured wood. It was the tree of knowledge and it was a tree meant to carry knowledge in its core. That was the honey of the bee. The stink of the tree turned out to be honey. Honey is vile when burned. It became the source of vile natured people who had their honey burned and their heart emptied. And the lic of it was the lic which we call licorice. I hate the taste of it but some like it. Those perhaps are not the few but they are the people who like strange taste. God made it natural but I call it lic and it belongs to the end of time.

Now the nature of life is the gift of God. He made things weird and he gifted us with love. I don’t curse licorice I just make a pun. Putting it at the end of time means to put it into the sea. There it will lie in the depth upon the sand until it is spit back. To spit back means to let it rise up and sing that it was saved. For that meant no fish would eat it. And thus carrying it to the end of time was an impossibility without the seed. And that was us. We saved seed that we liked and the seed meant we carry it to the sea. And so it is with knowledge. This time of age everyone gives knowledge on the Net. To capture it isn’t easy but some sites like Alexa do a good job of it. And so some might say I become a wax of honey and comb. And the comb is for the seed so the hair is left straight or curled. And if you curl up on the spit you curl up on the lee. And the lee of licorice is that it is the sea of things God hid. He liked it but the sea of rice is the lic o rice. And so the lic o rice is the key to having seed that makes it to the bottom. And that means we are just playing a song for time.

Until the time of lic o rice is restored to the sea remember that maybe fish do spit up sand in an attempt to reach things. So if fish bring sand in their mouth in an attempt to reach something on land it is because they build a channel to the land. And the land is usually sand.

So when rice is left next to the see it is the licorice of the sea fish. And that means wealth to those who can figure that one out.

West is the side of the Cowboy

Someone is on the way to you at this moment. They are on the way to fight with you. They are on the way to argue and to pull out a gun. They are on the way to support the way of the west. And so this is the way of the West. The way of the sling of the gun. The gun is the way of God and God is the way.

Now if I tell you this you might laugh but God does know what Western movies are. He had to interview some of those who came up to Heaven like John and Pat and Cody and others who loved the Westerns. They were people who had passed on and people who sang praise of the Western. And to sing praise of Western is to sing to the ear of God. For there were those who praised God for the Western. It was a theme which was bent on the ear and the heart of the men of the West.

For those who never slung the rope or fetched a calf with one there isn’t much to say. That is to change your mealy mouth opinion of the cowpoke. He’d just as soon rope ya up as let you sack in. And that is the way of the West. You’ll find the cowboy code was one of honor and ethic. And if those of the ethic found you with women they chose to fetch you to the rope. And if they stole your herd you stole their life without so much as a good bye.

It was this code which was raw and it was wild and it did get wooly. For some carried sheep to the West and the cowboy hated sheep like he hated the rattler. And that was the code of the West.

Now if you think I’m a Western fan I’m getting there. My pa is and my grandpa was. He was a pa to the code and he was a pa to my pa. And if my pa were to think he’d see the pa is the pa to the pa up there in Heaven. And that Pa is God.

Now the Pa we read to is the Pa of Heaven. God sees me write and wonders what I’ll put down next. He thinks I am overdoing it but knows I just had my vittles. And that is my chow and to eat and sleep isn’t wise. So I am writing a little skit for those who have time to read because I read and write and write so much few will have time to read everything I do.

So here is the skit.

A man rides into town. He knows he is from the future. He is like a fox but not Michael Fox who had a show similar to this one. Now as a veteran of TV shows he goes up to the bar and says “I’ll take a Sarsaparilla please.” He knows that will choke up the cowboy who thinks no person worth his salt is going to drink a Sarsaparilla on his watch. So he goes up to the man who wants a drink and says “Listen. I’m here to buy you a real drink. And I want you to know you’ll drink it or I’ll watch you wear it on the floor. And then I’ll make you lick it up.” Well, maybe that is taking the cowboy flick a little too seriously.

So we’ll go back and state “Listen, I’m just a veteran actor from the future. I came here to see if anyone is in show business.” And of course that is the break of the cue for people of that time laugh at writers. They hated the paper and they especially hated actors. So they spit on the floor some bacco juice and cast the actor out of the bar.

Now the next guy that comes in is Michael Fox. He says “I have been to the future. I have been to the past. And now I just want to be alive.” That is because like Michael I suffer from neurological conditions. So Michael and I do have one thing in common. Of course I don’t write this skit for Michael but I do think of him.

For the next moment the key to the skit is ready to be delivered. And the men in Heaven are ready to catch a man in his quest to have fun.

So they are building a set called “ready made earth.” And it is a building set where men can rise up and build earth like in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. The late Douglas. It seems he died and went to Heaven and got his wish. For I saw through the movie and it was good. I didn’t quake or cast it off. I didn’t say it was poorly written. I may not have laughed but I saw it with a rare sense of joy. For it covered things that I liked. Like that morose cowboy robot with a big head. It wasn’t a cowboy so much as it had a big head like some of the cowboys used to. For if one came and asked me to drink a beer I would turn to him and in plain English state “Listen. I came in for a Sarsaparilla. As it turns out Sarsaparilla is the most vile drink in the whole bar. I’d rather drink a beer then this vile stuff. But you would then ask me to drink a Sarsaparilla. So I said “I’ll drink one first. And then when he is finished licking up the crumb of the lick off the floor I’ll kick him in the head.” 

Now of course that is pretty violent and I didn’t much like the way it went so I turned around and asked “Why such anger?” After all if I was writing a script it must have a reason?

And the answer came back from the guy who ran the show “This is the way of the world. They want to show that the Sarsaparilla is for weaklings. But it was considered vile by those who drank it. So it was carried into the bar. Men drank it and it became popular. And men then went out and spit it up because it wasn’t like beer.”

So I wondered who was writing this script and why so I said “Who are you?” And the answer came back “I am the man who finds things for you to do. I am the one who keeps you busy. I am the man inside.”

And so that is the way of life. I am the man inside. The one who grew up. The one who used to be a child but put away childish things. And so the child wanted to beat the heck out of an imagined person for wanting them to drink beer. And it was part of my heart for someone tried to get me to drink it once. And I chased them around the shack once or twice. But I didn’t kill them. I stopped short and drank Pepsi or water. And I lived to speak about it to others. That if someone forces you to drink beer they are no friend to you.

Yet I knew there was more to this story so I wrote a little more. For as one who carries a wise part I know that wisdom is there to help me decipher the text. And so it was in this case.

For the case was the life of a dreamer. He dreams of things that he might like to do. But like in the movie West World the play robot turned out to be either the epic hero or the dark villain. And we were left wondering if those who run the show are those who play the robot or those who control the program. And so it is with me and my life. I sit here thinking of things to keep me busy. I’d like to lie down and rest. But I eat lunch and know if I sleep there are rules to the stomach acid which call on it to rise up in protest. And that is the nature of the cowboy. He hears “Sarsaparilla” and its programmed into him because he also spoke the name once. And so the nature of life is the key to the Sarsaparilla. It is that drink which became the name of vile and vile was those things concocted in the dark past. Few of us remember it but it was in those wild west days that people drank things that were lost. The bartender made them up and they were carried out of the Old West.

 Yet it was Sarsaparilla and Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper and a few others which survived the dark days. But if God could speak to me He would say I had the best tasting ones. There were a few that I might like of the past but it is the West of the heart which is yet to come. For people will speak of life and they will remember the good old days. And yet they will remember the good and the bad together. And they will remember it with polish and with relish. And so the dog days of summer were those days when the Hot Dog first arrived. And the day of relish was the day when relish arrived for the dog. And those who took the name of the West partied until they had no one to blame. Not even themselves for they never woke. Men found they had partied till sunrise and their eyes never saw the light of a new day.

 They went up to God and He sent them to Hell for a short while. He said “They stink like hell so send them there until they wake up.” And so some of the souls were not weighed down by the wood of sin. They were weighed down by the wood of the vine or the cask of the beer.

So when God speaks and we listen it is because I want this to make sense to those who read it.

So here I go; the way of the West will return but with the best it had to offer. Those who want the movie will have it. Those who want the violence will have it but only as a way of passion. That is as part of a movie or an act. It won’t return in other ways. That is the standard of a good producer. If its of vine its of the wine and the wine is either of a good year or not. If it was of a bad year people forget. If it was of a good year people remember. So it is with life.

Now time will carry us all forward to a time when God carries us into the sea of time. We will find men who lived in those times who want them back. They will go back. Some as the bartender but only to sell the non-liquor of that age. And so it will be with every time of men. All through the ages men had things they wanted. Men had gift and they had gab. They had ability and they had plenty. And so those days will return. You will be able to travel to Hollywood of old and see the movie as it was created. You’ll be part of it. You’ll see yourself in the movie. And it will be your heritage. You’ll play an actor. You’ll play the producer and make friends with those who were actors. It will go on like this until someone pulls the plug on the show.

Now I say that with grace for eventually stories will dry up. People will grow tired of Western vitality. The root will blow out from under the tumble and it will blow wildly West toward the setting sun. And it will carry the name of life with it. For those who want those things to continue have to help keep them alive. And if there are none to keep those things alive they will grow out of fashion. And that out of fashion is the name of this age. For men build sets and build times and create stories and most of them fade away.

So with trepidation I just state, “Someday it will happen.” I’ll wake up and find myself in the Old West. I’ll say “I’m from the future.” A cowboy will rise up and say “I’m from the future too. Do you have to wreck the atmosphere with your cadence?” And we’ll turn back to our Sarsaparilla and think “Is this the way the Fox would have done it?” And with that I part and turn to the rising sun and I salute. For the salute of age was the time when men carried their desire to the sea and threw it into the wind. The cast of their hand was the salute to the wind. And that meant they cast off from the shore and rode out into the deep never knowing what lay beyond.

And perhaps that is a fitting ending to this script. For I can’t find much in Holy Wood that speaks of the Western these days. They come and go but few Westerns are made compared to thirty or forty years ago. Back then Westerns were on every channel. And that probably will be true of things in the future. Whatever the future might be.

For now I cast you a smile and a buck for the Sarsaparilla. And I walk out the swinging doors towards a new day.

How China wants to use Hollywood to steal our soul

When I dream there are many times I will dream a dream of the future. Sometimes the dream is real and sometimes it seems fake. A fake dream is when I am in a world that cannot exist. It is a world where vampires ride buses which are broken in half. Or when dead cattle litter wells of water or where people fly over futuristic cities in balloons. And if I dream of movie stars then it is the dream of people in China. For if I write the headline with antagonism it might be because China came with North Korea. In those dreams they took California and divided it. They stole the people and put them to labor and put the guard upon each one of us. I obeyed as best I could but I was sick and people knew it. So they watched over me as I lay in a rucksack day after day after day speaking only with a North Korean Lieutenant who was in charge of a street near the border with free America. And when I was set free I refused freedom. I returned to life of depth and sorrow because freedom meant I had to leave behind men who were not free. And it was that decision which God saw was in my heart. So he allowed me to see a future where North Korea stole the heart of California. And that would be the soul of Hollywood or Holy Wood.

The heart of Holy Wood is the heart of God for the people of California. Whether they ever read this or not isn’t the main point. What is the point is that God saw California would have to bear the sorrow of invasion. He saw if North Korea were permitted to invade they would. And they would come in stealth across the border from Mexico and not from sea. They wouldn’t come in shipping containers or with nukes but they would simply walk in as free people. They would carry no weapon and no knife. They would come in walking as free men. It is only when they arrived they would carry a pass to life. For it was a free walk across the border to America.

America isn’t stupid. She knows there are those who are wise. She knows there are those who are smart. And one of the smart people of this world is a man in Korea who owns the world. He really does. He has a trigger in his heart called life and death. And when life is on it swings to life and he thinks “I want life to continue.” When he thinks “I want death” then he goes out and shoots a few people in the head and feels much better.

Now this might not make sense but some might know of this man. He is a man who would and does kill for pleasure. He kills men with sorrow and he has seen the despair of some near the border. Men who are called to guard and yet they are carried to prison if they try to stop men who would cross into our country. This even includes criminals and it is those criminals whom Joseph Farrah speaks of in World Net Daily. It is an online newspaper which crosses the world and is read by this man. He knows I speak and he knows who I am. Now that might be ridiculous but it is because he saw what I wrote in my name about North Korea. And he thought about what it would mean for a man to refuse freedom for life. And it is that letter of a dream I wrote which God showed me reached him. He was a man who hated God and wanted men of God cast off. But he saw in it himself. He saw his soul on the line and he wondered if he were sick would he free men. He thought of a woman lieutenant and almost wanted her to be real for having a twinge of compassion on a man who was ill. There was no thought in him of death for her only hope.

And if you can hope that one of your own carries a dream to men so then maybe he will read this and know that I know he has read that. I know China doesn’t have present plans to invade. I know they are building up military because that is what the US is doing. And when the US begins to joust with nations people follow. It is like the Joneses only in this case it is the Lees and the Wangs who have it inside of their head that we might invade them. We did but with our economy. And now after we are there do people begin to mourn because we gave 90% of our vitamin trade to them. And perhaps we wonder if their standards are as good or better.

And so in a way this story is of life with China. For China is a nation under God. It fought with oppressive people in the past and it fought with evil. It was carried to the bring of starvation on multiple times. It carried men to such deep tradition that many forgot what it was to be human. And it is tradition which binds them to North and to Korea.

Now I spoke of a man who kills for pleasure but I don’t speak a  name. That is because in China are three like that. They carry a will to challenge the US in war. They are men who would invade us and have plans for such. They carry tradition like a sword and they fight with lance and with corporal.

 Now they are men who like the idea of America opening the way from Mexico. They want there to be a freeway where men drive to and fro with no law to find or bind them. For if they cannot be seen they cannot be challenged. And so the name of this game is numbers. The more they put into America the harder it becomes to find their plan.

 Now China does challenge America and it would invade were it not for one thing. There is a man who writes of it in a website. That again is me. They saw it and they read it because this man from North Korea read it. He saw it and sent it to them and said ‘This man knows more then he is saying.” And so they sought out a chalice or a cup of sooth and say and it said “He is wise but he is weak.” And so the cup spoke truth and yet it lied. For it is a weakness which the cup wrote out for me that was of life. I do have friends in strange places across the earth and it isn’t wise to play with them. They will bite and they will sorrow the heart if you are not friends to one called God.

Now I might speak strange but I know God as a friend. I speak to him as a friend and even if flack of the enemy strives with me daily I know that God has not forsaken me. And I know I have prayed about the border and it is a place God showed me as being beat up. The border I speak of is with Mexico. It isn’t a good place right now spiritually. That is because there is war in the Spirit going on with spirit. And if you think I got beat up then imagine what God would do to the unjust man. For that unjust man is being tortured for stealing the heart of a man away from the heart of a country which produced maize.

That is Wisdom who produced Maize for Mexico. She gave her name to the country and she is fighting hard to restore it. She knows there is evil there and evil is found everywhere. Ancient text of time will say that children slaughtered were slaughtered by men who sought gold and not by Inca’s who sought gold to offer up to God. I speak of God of all creation and not some ancient interpretation found upon the stealth of lie of cradle to grave robbers.

Now as to North Korea they are on the war but not the path to life. If this man chooses to invade he has one main plan. To invite men into his country. That is how he sees America. He sees us as the cat and he is the tail. He sees himself as the lowliest man in the universe. And as the lowliest man he is the worst spirited man. He doesn’t need time to do evil for he has done it already. He is evil and he plans evil for us.

Now I will say his main plan is to invade with others from Mexico until people get used to the name of North Korean. When they see Koreans coming in by way of stealth it will raise flags of men. Men will be bothered by it. Men like Joseph Farrah will mention it. Yet it will grow into a cold case for this man sees us as his. He knows eventually we will grow weary of the news. He has a long term plan to reach men of Korea by way of Korea itself. And that is to build a bridge so deep that no one in Korea or America knows it. Those who come are called sleeper agents and they are programmed with desire to kill. And they will come to America and live in California and arrive by boat and by train. They will come to live until they number in the million. And when they have reached that number they take out their gun which they have bought legally and they begin to shoot and to rampage until all the police and army are dead. And then when they are in control of California the Chinese stand up and begin to shoot and to kill and to Rampage in two states. Oregon and California. As to British Columbia they might try there but that is to be seen. I don’t see BC in my dreams. It doesn’t exist for some reason. I dream around it but it is a dark place. Like a hole in the earth. And it is gone when my mom dreamed of it. There was nothing there but the sea. So if these dreams are of God BC is a cast off province. And it is a sea of time. And that means it becomes something that cannot be seen. God and I never talked about it which is strange. Perhaps he wanted me to avoid it or maybe its because BC was never really sought for in deep prayer. If so then God is waiting for someone to rise up and pray.

The soul of China is a soul that needs prayer. It is the soul of people who are under oppression. It is the soul of those who would take Hollywood and cast it into the sea. China would not keep America. China would cast off the soul and the heart of this nation. She is a people we have given our heart to but she is a soul who would oppress.

The soul of China is the soul of men. She is the soul of people who are oppressed. It isn’t the number of people who live there which is the greatest oppression. It is the soul of men who steal souls who are the greatest oppression.

The soul of giant and the soul of men still live. Steve Quayle writes of them as a sort of time. A sort means things that exist in style and in fashion. They were men of time and like all men they sought after the things which were god. The problem was they had no desire for spirit and for flesh of men. They sought us out so we might be men. And that meant our women would breed. And so the daughters of men were what the sons of God were after. They didn’t want women they wanted women as breed. And so they sought out the breed of men and it is this which is the soul of men in China. They are oppressed as well but have power.

And so if they happen to read this I say “Stay away from America. I have sought God for your nation. It is to be delivered upon request.”

Now that might sound strange but I have a friend named God who grants to me the desire of my heart. I haven’t sought Him for the sake of China. I could. I don’t do it because I am praying for the soul of America. She is being deceived by voice after voice of false prophet. They are saying “let me live here without cause or effect. They will live with us as Jesus did. We shall have peace.” And this is the voice of those who still the voice of the President. They are telling him the men who guard our border are the enemy. They side with him in things he likes and they steal from him in soul after soul. And if we are not careful with our border the hem will not heal us. For the border was the hem of the garment but that became to us as garbage. And so in prophecy garb age becomes the soul of America. And if we do not seek God He will not grant us a prayer in Heaven or in hell. For the hell of men is small but the God of Heaven is great. Only do not let us worry after the barn door is closed. For if we leave it open then the outside comes in. We see it the other way. That we are in the great outdoors and people come into the world. But we are not thinking with wisdom. We are thinking with foolishness. For those in the world enter the barn and they come to kill and steal.

If that is not the truth then tell me why they come without license or honor? If you who are Christians tell me Jesus would let them into his house without authority you are not readers of scripture. For he would tell you in that day I will say to them “I never knew you.” And knowing who God is can be likened to knowing who is coming into your home and stealing your family away from their job and home. And if you keep saying “What would Jesus do” you had better pray to God you don’t use Jesus’ name in vain. He is tired of people using his name to steal and kill and destroy. They are those who walk in unannounced and they walk in with knife and gun or drug to steal away our kid. And if that doesn’t bother you then wake up. We as a nation are so off base we can’t see it. We are praying for God to return while we pray at the same breath “please wait until my loved ones are saved.” And thus the saving of the soul is left to rot for we cast off wisdom and we cast off hope and we cast off life in hell.

So I will tell you this; don’t be afraid to speak truth when truth is really real. And when truth is fake list it up in banner after banner and tell the world.

For God made the devil and his angels to be in hell for eternity. Eternity was forever. Yet some of those of this age want them released. Some want them well and some want them fixed. So God tried and set them free. And they went out and turned on Him and his family. And so it is now said a man who prays “Not my will but your will be done” is the man after the heart of God.

For those who rise up and steal him away from his family and his friends are those who steal away the Joy of God. And it is they who lie and curse and list their heart as wise when in fact they are foolish. So God writes it so those who feel foolish would step forward. He knew I would for I feel like the fool of the ages. And yet I am a fool who believes in God enough that I keep praying. And I won’t stop even when the voice of the age called the devil rises up and calls me a fool for believing God is all powerful and all caring and all loving. At least to those who put Him first. And so it is with this age. We think it is over. We think it is finished. We give up and we leave the door open.

But there is now a guard at the border. Not one of men but one of God. God has place a contigent at the border to keep out the riff and the raff. So let me make this clear. That as of today, Fathers Day, you will see it happen. It will change the name of America from wanted to unwanted. And that is because from now on America is on her own.

Now if that bothers you think of it this way. Man has turned to the border for life and for love. Now they must catch the border of God and that won’t be as easy. That means the border had to be closed for God to get Americas attention. She is now on her own in more ways then one. For God is about to strip down the lane to Mexico and strip the country bare of food. And for the first time in a long time men there will plead to be let in. And they who are at the border will be given orders to shoot to kill. And it will stand up in court this time. Because the people of court will be crying for food as  well.

Now I will hear some who read this say it is a curse. It is. A curse against the very people who name the name of God yet curse the people who give love. There is no one in all the world who will aid them. They will die and they will die by the million. They will die of the plague and of pestilence. It will come in a day and it will dance upon their grave. For the way of Sin was of Mexico and Sin was a spirit that rode the wind into the land of America until America rode back with a song. See you later alligator, after while crocodile, after four dinosaur. And so it ends for the people of the plateau. The people of Anasazi legend. The people who strode out with confidence because they were men who were wise. They gripped the soul of the land and it cheated them. They vanished into the mist but people of this time didn’t know the Anasazi were men like us. They grew up in our land and cherished it. They loved it and they loaned it to the men of time.

The men of time came and sold it to those who were of the Mechs. The Mechs is what they called them. Angels and giants of legend who carried the soul of our nation into the pit. We were stolen away from a destiny that God had written for us. All because men did not seek God in prayer.

And so the name of America became lost and was stolen and was carried into the soul of the men of the age. And that was our age. We came here to fight and to sing and to laugh in our freedom. We enjoyed it until men of the age rose up. They carried us to hell upon a banner and it said “To the victor belong the spoils.” And so the name of America was carried to the city and to the country from which it first came out of Eden. It was not Turkey nor was it Azerbajan. It was China and China was afraid of us for we were the first white men who had popped out of the grave in history. They wisely sold us down the river and built a wall that stretched on forever. Men went by way of Russia and crossed the land into North America. It was there where they stole us back into the sea of obscurity. For they were the devil who had put us down in the first place. Evil spirited men of the age who were prejudiced against the white man. They carried us back to the grave where we lay for an eternity. But God saw we would rise again. And it wasn’t prejudice which saw it but the name of the Lord Most High. He who was the Almighty God of All Creation.

He wrote a song and I’ll end it with this. A song of praise to the white man who rose up from the grave. He came to hell with a song and with a witness to the men of the grave. They were of the creature and they loved him but they hated his color. They wiped him free and covered him in soil and said “Now you are one of us.” They threw him into the toil of the men of this age and put him into the soul of life. He became a battered man. He became a soul man. He became a crying man. And he became a slider. He rode upon the wind of world after world changing everyone he met until finally he came to God. And he said “God, how are you today?” And God said “I am fine.” And then God wept. For no one had asked how God was. No one had seen God was in pain. No one had seen God was in dire straights. No one cared. They only worried over their own soul. And so this man said “What would you like me to do?” And he was serious. He went to hell and to the grave. He went to women of poverty and broke the spell over them. He went to hell again and stole forth those who had not heard the gospel of Jesus Christ. He went into sin and stole the name of sin until sin was smaller and smaller and smaller. Until finally God had a wall around sin and said “No more will this wall be passed.”

And God threw out men who hated this man and brought into his life those who loved. And he brought in those who hated only to test their heart. And he found one that was not a pirana but a true friend. And he threw out the name of evil because evil had stolen this man into obscurity.

And he had thrown out one who would not submit. And so the name of God was praised in the land. And God rose up with the legends of the past and said “So who will ride with me?” And there was not one man and not one woman who did not say “We will go” and that was the way of life. For they came from the North and the South and the West and the East and they came from the star of Worth and the star of Polaris and the star of Christ. And they came so many that God said “It is not an invasion but it will do.” And then God added “It will do” because he knew it was a famous line.

And so the rose shall give way so the thorn is no more. And the thorn shall climb up the rose and knock a petal off once in awhile. But only with grace and a smile. For the way of Grace was the way of God. Who was like this man? He did not see himself as special. And perhaps that is why he said it is nearly enough for now.