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this! This is self explanatory. My part in the delivery Is
Finished without celebration or ceremony and this work is semi-fictionalized
so to avoid litigation.
This work only goes as far as to "compromise" the Arc and
this prophet has foreseen another "book" to come about soon from
another author which will have the golden wings and big screen weight this
message needed and steal this thunder, receive all the media attention as if
this never existed. This serves as an introductory work and thus is
oversimplified, a work more focused on describing the trauma of an event.
A gold rush comes and as it's rumble grows louder I'm satisfied with the couple
of nuggets in hand and scurry out of the path to avoid being trampled by the dog
pile mob that comes. like taking 2 or 3 steps off of the tracks, what a
difference a few feet make... There will probably be several books on this
and this is supposed to be the center focus of the many church groups but sits
in wait.
The
Messages to the Catholic Church and Body are sincere and very real.
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a hand signed copy?
This collection of verse includes the
introduction of the Messages I received and recorded beginning in 2005 and are
Dedicated To Pope John Paul-2nd.
I begin with a prayer: Thank you God for this day, for it
brings me another opportunity to praise thee in a new way. The light shines from
above but the gateway lies within.
...It has flown from Rome, it's never
going to be exclusively Catholic ever again, nor exclusively in any church, nor
under veil of Free Masonry's bonds ever again, but exclusively unto me and into
a One-Minute default ministry: There's as much of The Ghost in thee as in
me and the gateway is found within each soul as each soul is as a spark of a
great bonfire of life. This is NOT a heretical attack upon the Sacred Catholic
Church and it's body, nor an attempt to break the Church into division and
insolvernty, though some from within thrust and even though this hiatus does
such. There has been an absolute media blackout or boycott on this story,
starving the presentation of this Golden Gospel.
In January 2005 I experienced a spiritual
rebirth like none before and received around 1000+ hours of spiritual messages
over the next years. I expected something to happen in May 2005, but it came and
went as I watched Benedict XVI crowned as the focal center of world Catholicism,
while I lay buried beneath a dogpile of evildoers involving 70-125 persons, some
still living in the same town and were never prosecuted. I had been in a state
of shock; a delirious fugue for the 12 previous years.
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Every
Twelve Years
Every 12 years in my life I've experienced some sort of a major spiritual
revelation, starting around age 12 in Colorado while playing near the scene of
the later 1993 Hate Crime, I had a haunting premonition of what seemed a satanic
tornado on the spot where we were tortured around 24 years later. Also
during that frame the term "Failsafe" came up, as though it would be
associated with me. It gave me nightmares for weeks and seemed contemporaneous
with a 1964 movie: Fail Safe, which explained the term though I never
comprehended it for 24-more years when it would fit and be realized.
Around age 24, in a Phoenix apartment I enjoyed a strong visit from the Holy
Ghost in an Eye of God format revealing a ministry and my destiny to
address the nations of the world with his words of truth. I have since seen
flashes of the Ghost as a cloud, which flows and trails a bit and catches up
when it pauses. I saw it hover over the burial spot of a murder victim and
cry out. “Her body is cold and broken and cries out to me.” During
and after the Eye of God experience, there was never, ever anything on
Earth I feared more than the Holy Ghost. There are statements comparing the
Ghost to the ocean, also that The Voice of God could shatter the cedars
of Lebanon, accurately worded.
I agreed after this experience there is nothing more powerful and noted as it
began an Angel whispered, off to my left. “The Holy Ghost is here.”
In a second it encompassed me and I saw myself as a traced white outline inside
a drop of water or as if inside a transparent cloudbank or a bug suspended
inside the acrylic decoration in a belt buckle and I was then conscientiously
aware of all the sections of my brain as were outlined. The cloud was roughly
the size of a compact automobile in dimensions and was like 100+ perfect souls,
which kept perpetually enfolding upon itself in a cloud. The sensation of power
was something for which I had to draw new standards and means to grasp or
describe and its presence was comparable to maybe 440 volts in this animated
cloud that was doing all but frying me. When it spoke, the whole cloud spoke and
the ebbing voice was like 440 volts driving through me with each syllable, from
over my head to below my feet, each phrase. I was trembling in fear –in tears
and I asked, “why did you come to me instead of Dr. Billy Graham or
someone?” The Spirit responded; “You’ve had good
intentions, but these things I find distasteful about you.” (The
words “But” and “Dis–Tasteful” were almost heart stopping and
the few seconds into the next transition was as an eternity and I remember the
feelings of and expression of nowhere to hide; as in hiding in caves and praying
the rocks would fall in). The Spirit cloud transitioned into the shape of an eye
or eyeball and my traced white outline was in the iris. I saw in the next phased
scene; all parts of my body were transparent except for my two lungs, which were
darkened with tar, and smoking contaminates as if inside a drop of water.
It never said anything in that phase, I just saw or witnessed it as if in a
wakeful dream and I experienced an awakening awareness or glimpse of relief also
that this was not my final judgment and further I was not dead and had
time to correct this flaw. I would not want to be found dead with it. The
Lord came as my savior this time and the next time I would be in this position I
would not be in a material embodiment. By the end of the maybe 10-20 minute
encounter I had eased up a bit. The Spirit said several things including,
“Through you I will address the nations of the world.” The Spirit cloud
then departed from me, leaving me glowing with scenes and images still
appearing; scenes of some new/used high/end musical equipment as it exited via
drifting through the wall of the apartment through the area where the door was.
Over and over I could never forget how when the cloud-like Spirit spoke, there
was no mouth or orifice, but the entire thing spoke, from below my feet to over
the top of my head and just the utterance or ebbing of the voice drove through
me. I was trembling, in tears; pinned down to the couch I was seated in, almost
laid out flat paralyzed with fear, my attention was riveted as it then turned
into an eyeball shape with my traced white outline in the iris and it spoke,
each word literally drove through my entire body with, again the sense of 440
volts driving through me with each syllable, which simply didn’t have the
force to kill me. That, I have since believed was The Spirit of Jesus of
Nazareth. He’s like a “portable model” or “representative
of” the planet’s overall oceanic volume of The Spirit of Life: God
Almighty. I was conscientious of the spiritual omnipresence for a long
time.
The line, Could you imagine a yell came to mind after that experience.
“Looks like he’s seen The Ghost” is actually not a joke. As the
Spirit departed I saw a vision of some musical stage gear and behold, a
month or so later we were physically buying band gear from one guy who had nick
named his P.A. system God –with (24) fifteen inch speakers and 1200 watts it
wasn’t close, I didn’t say anything… (In 2005 The Spirit again
presented itself and spoke with both male and female vocal nuances entered in
connection with the many maternal issues).
