Days Light

Teetering on the edge

2005-10-21T17:27:00.000-05:00

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

2005-10-03T15:00:00.000-05:00

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

2005-10-02T10:28:00.000-05:00

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

2005-10-02T06:29:00.000-05:00

"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

2005-10-01T23:40:00.000-05:00

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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Into the Night

2005-09-27T16:20:00.000-05:00

Signals and Lights

Dark days ahead, and I wonder if we really grasp the power of the war raging in heaven or the tribulations that look to grab hold of this old earth. Seers are cursed people, no one wants to look at an agonizing vision, no one wants to hear dark tidings. Man is always seeking comfort for his flesh, searching for the easiest road to take, he doesn't want to be told things are going to get tougher.

I've been studying prophecy since 1982. Much of what I course over is spiritual and hopefully I will be able to transfer some of that understanding into this blog in the days ahead. But there's also very definite political content in there; physical events that will seize the earth and shake it to it's very core. The day of the Lord is filled with more powerful stuff than the first coming; seven times the power. And there are dark tidings for this planet's citizens, this is mostly a day of darkness and filled with grief.

Prophecy tells us that the Roman Empire reforms, this time split between North & South (in ancient times it was East & West) and that the beast will briefly seize control over all nations. This doesn't mean that all nations are conquered, just that they come under it's sway. Like Solomon had sway over the nations; he ruled a small kingdom but he held sway over all the earth. How do you do that? Solomon told us the bottom line was money. Solomon ran the biggest land trade on earth (establishing the golden route between India and Egypt) and was also in league with the Phoenicians who ruled the waterways. Solomon amassed more gold quicker than anyone has done since; the number of the weight of gold that Solomon absorbed in one year was 666 tenth tons. The mark of the beast is this achievement; he will rise to power by consolidating the world's gold and setting the standards for world trade.

Now when the beast takes the first seat of this new empire, he sits down as Caesar; leader of the people. That snake in the garden of Eden is now a seven headed dragon that touts ten horns. The seven heads are the ancient Caesers, and one of them is resurrected in spirit as an anointing from hell for this new world leader. The ten horns are ten leaders who come into power with the beast and have a mind to serve the beast. This could be the enforcement of FEMA law in the United States. Under that law the USA will be divided into ten regions, ruled by ten new governments. Horns in prophecy refer to power; ten powers that appear suddenly with the new Caesar and submit our nation to his authority. NATO already does that; so all we need is to go through the great tribulation and it will automatically kick in FEMA.

2015 through 2020 will be dark times in America. Our currency is due to collapse, our Treasury is broke, no one knows what is going on with our gold. Natural disasters are breaking our financial backs as are wars. Our trade deficits and budget deficits are combining to sell the nation off overseas; the balance of US Treasuries owned by foreign powers compared to our own banking & commercial sector is now 50-50... when GW Bush took office it was 30-70; the nation is becoming opp(other people's property).

When the beast rises to power the whole world worships him. That just means they follow his lead. They say, "who can make war with the beast?" Which is tantamount to saying that the bastard uses nuclear firepower cleverly downgraded and contained in explosions that are in that gray area in between conventional heavy duty shock & awe and the area wide vaporization introduced in Hiroshima. With these grade munitions he is able to take out resistance in every direction with a single blow. It was done with conventional weapons by Israel in the six day war and it had the same effect; the world all revered the Israeli first strike abilities. This just takes it to another level as the Arab League and Caspian Sea regions are both dealt decisive blows simultaneously. Likewise the US government is folded into FEMA while Russia, India, and China all cautiously give the beast room. Military units are all under international authority and the beast is the ruler of those forces.

America really turns into a giant slave camp; not much different than current conditions. Everything is carefully regulated and controlled; the currency enslaves us to do the beast's bidding. The media demands that we follow him. The laws ensure that he is worshipped or anyone who doesn't worship him is killed as a terrorist. In short, not much changes. The day is near, at the door... you don't need to take the mark of the beast unless you want to buy or sell or trade with his empire. International Standards already demand that you achieve their mark in order to do this. Our automotive industry has voluntarily adopted those standards (originally the British standards). You can not buy or sell or trade with Europe without the mark of the beast already; after FEMA reorganizes America into ten regions, the standards will no doubt be mandated for America... and we will become the ten horns of the beast; readily available power at his disposal. In short, the same way we get used all over the globe right now.

So many prophecies have already been fulfilled and the day of the Lord just keeps ticking along. Instead of thinking that the book of Revelation speaks of cataclysmic destruction, that it is only what happens in a worse case scenario disaster, think of this; the events unfolding in your daily newspaper are the exact events leading up to Revelation. The only thing that Revelation has that our world isn't already full of, is these two witnesses anointed with the Godhead and tossing Moses-like plagues at the planet. Do you realize that it didn't rain in Israel for 42 months at the word of Elijah? Do you realize that it doesn't rain for the entire 42 months that the two witnesses toss out plagues? That's definitely not happening on the planet just yet. But the time of tribulation leading up to it does seem to be kicking in already; and if I understand Jesus words on the great tribulation, we are headed into the darkest time in the history of the world. So, I expect the currency to fold, I expect there to be wars and natural disasters, I expect there to be famines and earthquakes, I expect the hurricanes and typhoons to get bigger and repetitive, I expect man to do his worse to his fellow man, I expect the love of many will grow cold, and I expect it all to come flying in our faces faster and faster.

The Book of Isaiah

Chapter 21:

11	The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?
12	The watchman said, The morning cometh, and also the night: if ye will enquire, enquire ye: return, come.

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Snowflakes

2005-09-20T06:20:00.000-05:00

Snowflakes

In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night

Rhymes with Orange

2005-09-20T05:55:00.000-05:00

I once knew an astronaut
who thought his craft was wrought
with not enough style
to win over hearts while
race cars the people bought

He told engineers his plight
to get more to fancy his flight
he recommended more flange
and painting his ship orange
and to hell with all the white

(I knew it could be done!)

Life in these Untried States...

2005-09-20T05:30:00.000-05:00

I taught my seven year old the game of monopoly this week. He had several suggestions for improvisation of the rules; one was particularly astute: he suggested that we should be able to rob the bank, for which we would go to jail, but we get to keep the money.

Land of Entitlement

2005-09-20T05:12:00.000-05:00

From Sea to Shining Sea

The funny thing about the game of Monopoly is that the game gives the impression that there is a physical certificate of title. (Which they call "Deeds" even though a deed is merely a transfer of title and does not certify ownership; the deeds are then recorded, which passes title but in and of itself is not proof of title) In the real world you need a chain of title to prove ownership. Title is really an opinion; the legal opinion of the state.

Since ownership of the new world began with the natives; the cloud on title is the missing link between the natives and the European settlers. This is more than just a legal question, the missing link in the European mindset is the idea of entitlement and it's application to the new world.

In the final analysis, Title is merely a claim of European aristrocracy to everything they can lay their hands on. They come into contact with some thing and they kill to take it. Your right of ownership lies squarely on the ability of the state to kill to uphold whatever dictums it desires to enforce. You own your house as a fellow murderer in the ranks of those who exterminated the natives and stole their land. As I look forward to buying my first house I am fully aware that this is the blood agreement that I enter into when I close on the home.

What entitled the white man to come here and claim every acre he desired? The guns he brought with him, and the lawyers... and the money he brought also. So with this trinity of unholy force; Lawyers, guns, & money, the white man murdered and stole and settled. He then built courthouses in every county and in those courthouses he kept records of how he now is the rightful owner of this land according to his own declaration that he is entitled to it. After killing the natives and destroying the land itself, this is his just domain.

America; Land of Entitlement.

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Sandalphon's spirit... A Poem

2005-09-20T05:01:00.000-05:00

Sandalphon's spirit

Symptomatic
It was designed to fail
Like a stalactite breaking free
Like the tide rushing in
Like your mother's voice
in the back of your head, warning you
And then the roof comes crashing in

I didn't know her well
She blew up out of nowhere
She swept in with her kindness
She flew away in a rush
She was the antithesis of her killer
Spying those in need
Dying, trying to be fair

A Higher View

2005-09-19T16:13:00.000-05:00

Creationists are the most misunderstood of all people; the biggest reason being, they mostly misunderstand their own position. Rather than try to prove that life points to Biblical text, why not simple believe the Bible and not bother proving anything? It is total folly for the infidel to say he has proven that God does not exist. Why partake in that argument? You say that dinosaurs existed 160 million years ago? First, show me where you have certain understanding of something 160,000 years ago. The truth is man only has documents that date back 5000 years at the most; after that it is all speculation and theory. There is no higher education, higher understanding, rather, our scientific community has developed a culture of higher musing. Accepting those musings as anything that merits scientific argument is fool hearty and launches one into the world of their amusements, a place of ridicule and snobbery that pretends to hold the perch of higher learning.

Consider the Lilly and moth debate of Madagascar. Darwin rightly and boldly launched the idea that their must exist a moth with a minimum 12 inch sucker that could reach the nectar buried deep inside that Lilly. The simplistic mind set of evolutionists is that the genesis of this specialized species happens magically in response to the environment, which also appeared magically on it's own. Both the appearing of this incredibly engineered Lilly and the matching moth design that could not have any other use in nature are living proof of intelligent design. But rather than face this, the evolutionists immediately submerge into argument and ridicule; thinking this refusal to face facts is somehow representative of higher learning. Since the species itself can not intelligently shape it's own development; the bottom line in evolutionists' argument is to credit intelligent design to "nature". How much higher is this viewpoint that Creationists? In a nutshell, the evolutionist has taken the accomplishments of God and credited them to his created works; claiming that the earth is mysteriously self engineering and possesses the attributes of a divine hand in and of itself; which then proves that such a divine hand doesn't exist in heaven. In short, the evidence of God's hand at work in his handiwork is taken as an attribute of the handiwork and the conclusion is that the hand exists only in nature and the connection with heaven is severed.

The evolutionists prove themselves to be hopelessly fighting God with God's own witnesses. They resurrect the engineering in nature as a self-contained attribute. But in so doing they confess that intelligent design and ongoing engineering exists. Well, it is so obvious, and besides, it is tough to call Einstein a fool with no understanding. The problem with their argument is the old dilemma of denying that God exists while acknowledging his testimony. If nature somehow was imbued with intelligent design and an ongoing ability to self engineer her species; we have come full circle to the altar of the unknown god. We have the report of God's hand at work, we simply deny it is God's hand, yet we embrace the work. So what is this mysterious work? Well, it is nature. And what is this mysterious god that you label "nature"? Well, it is the same old God of creation: but this time we don't want to confess him... so we bundle up intelligent design and ongoing engineering and we label the same old handwork of Genesis as "nature". Having stolen the Master's skill set, we now deny his existance and then we rear the altar of the unknown god; all our specials on TV and our published works of higher education.

Days Light

Teetering on the edge

Stained glass fragments

Paradise Lost

The same old fruit that follows

The same old Liar that Rules

Into the Night

The Book of Isaiah

11

12

Snowflakes

Rhymes with Orange

Life in these Untried States...

Land of Entitlement

Sandalphon's spirit... A Poem

A Higher View