Teetering on the edge

Are you ready? Another chance, one last moment, hold your breath, because it is coming...


Off in the distance, I can see something taking shape, and it is just up the road, it won't be long, and we are the ones who will live it, we are the ones.


I studied and studied and studied, just so I would recognize it when it arrived. And now I can see a light up the road, and I already know what it is, just like when you come up on a city on the map; there it is, just like the map told you, here it comes.

And the whole damn world is teetering on an edge, ready to fall. And the forces are gathering, and the storm clouds are gathering, and the fight over oil is already started, and now the God awful truth is taking hold, the overpopulated earth, political systems set up for sparse population unable to hold the explosion, and the crazy hell that breaks loose in their madness, only this time the fuel runs on and on because we are the fuel that fuels the fire.

2500 years ago, one of those crazy little kings took an army across a small tract of land and stole a small land, stole their men, wives, and kids, burned down the cities, led away slaves, it happened all the time. But this particular time the tiny conquered people was the remnants of the family started by a herdsman and two wives over a thousand years earlier, and God was faithful to this tribe, and kept them in that tiny king's city and kept them alive through all the crazy times, and kept them for two and a half millennia. Then in 1951-53 with a stretched out arm, God returned the remnants of a thousand generations, and brought that little tribe back to the land where their forefathers had been conquered, to the land where Jesus was born, to the promised land where Abraham wandered and wondered, where a thousand generations have been blinded, where nothing good seems to happen, and never much did.

And with that tiny unnoticed sweep of Iraq and Iran, in a moments time, almost too fast to realize it had really happened, God fulfilled his promise to that ancient tribe, and set the stage for the last generation. A promise Jesus saw 2000 years ago, the rekindling of life to the tribe of Judah, the rebirth of the nation Israel, the fig tree reborn, and now it began. The final generation lasts 70 or 80 years, likely the later, because Isaiah said the end would linger and we would have to wait for it but it would surely come. And men would give up on the day, and quit believing it would come, and they would no longer carry signs in the street stating the end is near because they would, like the children at the base of Sinai, give up on the return of the chosen one.

And now it is forgotten, and the hope is vanished, and no one expects to see a real return, no one looks for tribulation and the apocalypse and Jesus returning with all the saints in this generation... It's back to work for Pharaoh because there are bricks to be made.

But I figure 1952 + 80 years = 2032. So, it isn't over yet. If the final seven years were to begin in the fall of 1928, the resurrection will take place in the Spring of 1932. That still leaves plenty of time for the fourth horse. In the mean time the great tribulation is brewing as sure as New Orleans dikes were bound to give way. We are in the third horse at the moment: the black horse of economics. Soon the fourth rider will bust out. My guess is 2015-2022. Just ahead, right up the road. Exactly where the map of the prophets placed it.

Stained glass fragments

Go to, let us make brick and build a tower, lest we be scattered upon the face of the earth. The family was tight, wasn't that a good thing? They didn't want God's ordination, they didn't want to be separated. Let's form a religion, build a landmark, a gathering place for our family reunions, to keep the band together, remember the tribe.

But God had said to go out and populate the earth. And God was not happy with the new religion, the tower of brick, or the determination to cling together. So God divided their tongues; as if a river was struck into seven streams; man suddenly spoke seven new languages; confounding their religion and scattering their dreams of remaining one family. Isn't it strange that we hear their spirits? That dream; one family of man, still courses through our veins. We think it comes from God, but it is altogether our opposition to God, a willful resistance bound up in our blood, and every family carries it, and every family fights the same fight generation after generation, and every family fails, ever since the day he confounded our tongues, and dispersed us upon the face of the earth.

But the families still clung to the religion and the hope of staying together. This is Babylon. It rules our earth to this day, it fails us over and over, it is a big lie, it pretends to represent God, when, in fact, it is fighting against God. This is the will of the blood, the pull on every family of tradition, the false love that doesn't care for the members but sacrifices the members for a tower, an idol, the central pull of the herd, the family concept, the tug at the heart, the rock-n-roll religion, the blues, the soul music, the hymns, the tongues, the magic that leads us to believe that we know God in our hearts, the deceiver in our veins, the pulse of upbringing, and the hope that is lost over and over.

So light a candle, say a prayer, perform your vows and believe you are there. The stained glass fragments of yesterdays past, the clinging to religion that blows our main mast. We seek the delights of our soul, the comforts that stem from traditions of our youth, whether it is one culture or the next, it is our family roots, the way we were taught as a child, the way that feels right. It is the true church service in our bones, the moments that bring a tear to our eye, the hymns of Christmas, and the mad dash through the streets.

"Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death."

So whether the priest is eating a human heart or meditating upon a mountain or putting on some other show for the flesh, we don't care, because we know it is right, we know it in our heart. We seek the bright colors, or the somber dark robes, we feel for the pulse, we groove to the rhythm, we sway to the beat, and we know it is right... In our heart.

But from time beginning, in the valley between the Tigris and the Euphrates, when we first strove together, when we first fought God together, when we resisted his will, when we strove to establish our own traditions and religion and way to congregate. From further back than we can remember, from the deepest parts of our soul, we have been deceived, we have been following a lie, building a tower to the heavens in rebellion against heaven. And at long last we need to recognize that, pull out of the spell that has had the whole earth in it's sway, the lie of tradition and religion and instinct to hold the family together, the worship of our youth, the lighting of the candle, the way that seems so right inside our veins, the pull, the tug, the unholy bond, that has kept us in bondage, and deceived our heart.


"And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues."

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Paradise Lost

Stop, Look, Listen...
They took away our gold and gave us paper money. Told us, this was progress, the great new day. Everything would get better on the paper money, you'll see. You won't need that old gold anymore.

But they didn't tell us that paper money was old, too. They didn't tell us that every paper money system ever tried failed... Hundreds of times. They didn't tell us that the inflationary effect of the usury currency would rob the people of their wealth and give it to the banks. Ahh, but we were supposed to know better.

When the nation was set up, we did know better. They tried paper money in the colonies. It failed. Then they tried it again with the revolution. It failed again. So when they drew up the Constitution they designed hard currency; precious metals weighed out by Congress to provide the new nation with a solid currency. No more paper money.

Roll over...
But the British banks were not about to give up their investments that easily. And money is slicker than oil, where there's a will, there's a way. No sooner than the ink was dry on the Constitutional coin, Alexander Hamilton proposed that we abandon it and set up a central bank. Does that sound like a contradiction? Does a central bank oppose the Constitutional coin? Thomas Jefferson thought so! Was Hamilton right? Was Jefferson mistaken?

Let me talk to you like you are small children, devoid of the tiniest understanding, absolutely and completely clueless. Allow me to do this. Because you are! The banks raise us that way, and that is our pathetic condition. We stand by and allow them to rip us off, utterly waste us, rob us blind, and we just let them. Then we go home, smile, and think life is good.

Let me open your little eyes. Jefferson was fighting for the nation, fighting for the Republic, fighting to keep it. Hamilton was a pawn of the bankers and lawyers, the British usurpation of the new republic; and it wasn't just British money that wanted to bankroll America. Who ever's money you use becomes your master. Jefferson wanted the United States to stand on their own two feet, and Hamilton made them bow to the European powers instead.

Fools. You've sold yourselves for naught. You've given away your birthright. You've been stripped and whipped and laughed to derision and don't even know it. The paper money in your pocket takes your land, your jobs, your kids, your hopes and dreams and deposits them in the hands of the rich. What's worse, this is the oldest trick in the book, it's been pulled hundreds of times, and we fell for it again! The bankers took all the gold because gold is worthless and gave us all this precious paper because they are generous; yep the fools are stuck with all our gold while we have their paper in our pockets. Why do you suppose they took all our gold? Those dumb bankers, they must think gold is worth something. Thank you FDR for taking all our gold; yeah I know, he only took 99% of it; we can buy a few ounces, whatever. Tell me again that Hamilton was right... Tell me we don't need real money, silver and gold, tell me how this paper doesn't rip us off... And then tell me how many trillions of dollars the bankers have printed up in the last decade. Don't know? Why not? Oh that's right, you was robbed blind, and left blind, bankers do not tell you what they are doing to you, they just do it.

There's only so much gold and silver. But we can print up an endless flow of paper. After I pay you any given amount for your toil and sweat this week, how about if I go in my back room and print ten million for myself for every dollar I paid you? I just took your week's work, your wife, your kids, your land, your smile, and anything else of yours I want. It's that easy.

I'm a banker by profession. I'm the only born again minister Loan officer I've ever met. Every year, I learn more about paper. It's all paper. FDR froze all the banks in the land two days after he took the oath of the highest office in the land, then promptly confiscated all the gold in the nation. Never gave it back either. So, who has it today? Go ahead little child, tell me what they taught you in school, it's all in Fort Knox, right? Let's be honest, it's been stolen. It's been 72 years, sweetheart. Has it dawned on you yet, that you've been took? That gold isn't coming back. America is the only nation in the history of the world where every citizen was robbed of all his gold all at once by the government!

So, show me your money. Not that worthless paper, show me your gold and silver. How many bars of gold in the house? None? Fools.

In your lifetime you will never learn one tenth the banking it takes to understand how you are being ripped off. Paper money is raping this nation and taking everything. Soon the paper itself will collapse, and as we sink into the facism that has it's grips on us, we still won't even know what happened to us. And as every freedom the Constitution gave us is taken away by evil men who enslave us through the paper money in your pocket, and as the state takes away homes and businesses and tosses her citizens in the streets, and as rich men rebuild castles and bar out the serfs from the fruits of their own labor, look at that counterfeit money in your pocket, and start to realize the truth; you've been robbed!

The same old fruit that follows

"Support our Troops" he said. Buy yellow ribbons for your cars & trucks, tie yellow ribbons around your trees, be patriotic, pledge allegiance, bow down to your government and worship the beast. This is your duty as an American citizen; anyone who doesn't do at least this much is not fit to live among us, has no appreciation for our nation and has despised the valiant men who fought to give us our freedom.

The same old Liar that Rules

But then I was reading in my Bible and I noticed that the first thing Jesus does, when he returns to set up his kingdom, is destroy all the troops of the nations. And I asked myself, what is this slogan "support our troops"?

From the beginning of time Satan has demanded that men worship him. He uses that fruit he gave to Eve and we follow the serpent, worship the serpent, and we still can't see how.

It is the fruit of good and evil, right and wrong, the best way to act, the social norm, the pattern to follow, be it religion or government, education or profession, charity or entrepreneurship, war or peace, honor or dishonor, we all know instinctively what is expected of us in any given situation. When Nebuchadnezzar brings out a 90 foot golden idol and they play the music; you bow down. And when peer pressure and social pressure and institutional norms are breathing down your neck you bow down. No one dares says "I don't support the troops".

except then... Why doesn't God support the troops?

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