…3, 2, 1 – Blast Off through the threshold
of Nirvana…
…3, 2, 1 – Blast Off through the threshold
of Nirvana…
After
killing themselves in the act of murdering others, does one enjoy a virgin at
the end of the sunset? Suicide belts don't leave much left down there for
that virgin, do they? I envisioned a scene where at judgment, the
Holy Ghost so loved this soul, (or any suicide) but in the scene the wound
appeared on the soul and this afterlife condition made him (The Holy Ghost)
shriek with anguish and souls with intentional mortal wounds were cast
from (His) sight as they woke up on the other side that way where their
condition remained for all eternity. There is a difference between the
upper-minded scholars of Islam (or any other cultures) and the lower minded ones
of any culture.
One of the practices of Islam involves prayer at dawn, then 4 times a
day, a (practice of prayer) virtue notably amiss in other religions. Each major
group honors the spirit of life in different ways and in varying degrees of
ritualism, which is kosher. God Almighty is used to being addressed with
different titles. One needs but to close one's eyes and the Gateway to God is
found inside each heart of any man, woman or child subscribing to any religion,
any time. The acts which work best to bring one in conscientious touch
with one’s inner being, which is where the Gateway to God begins; differs
among men and places as the one great bonfire of life glows from within. (Pay
attention to driving when in prayer);
God loves and opens up to all those who love and open up within. Driving
messages have convinced me that one wakes up on the other side and lives for all
eternity with their self-inflicted injuries. In a spiritual vision I was shown
that some of the souls of those were lifted from their falling bodies on
9/11/2001 and the Angels of the Lord lifting those as they fell
from the WTC and the difference of those who flew the planes (yet some accounts
from those physically present in NYC differ who heard them scream all the way
down, maybe their muscles were just contracting). Within a minute on a clear
day, life can make complete changes.
...Think of the volume of work and the intellectual levels of the
designers, engineers, planners, financiers and workers who created those
magnificent towers; Then think of the level of skill and intelligence of those
who built the airliners from the days of the Kitty Hawk; Then think of the
mentality of those who slit throats, hijacked and flew the planes into the WTC
towers, blocking out the reality that the lids of their coffins would
close on them with the deaths of 3000 souls to their credit. Mostly burned to
death, crushed under tons of concrete & steel and baked @ 1800 degrees for
six weeks. This describes the level at which they passed into eternal life. We
honored them here by burying their ashes, along with the other rubble at the
dump with a bulldozer, A Historic Site; The Landfill Of The Unknown
Terrorist. Some of the steel from those structures has been reforged into
the USS New York, a peacekeeper’s platform designated to keep our world free
for time to come. Other messages said for us to stay vigilant.
The Good have become better and the Bad have become worse. There are
builders of life and there are destroyers of life, Islam sees through
from their purview in balances intermixed with polygamist husbandry and
sometimes altered with hashish and Sodom. And as if governed by the Birds of
a Feather Principle; their eclectic flow and collective embodiment cycles
with a different aptitude at a different rate and then within itself; almost
like a moon having then its positive and mirror-opposite contrast negative
cycling or rotating in its own balance and; one looking in from outside that
soul is not to judge that seen within, (chanting a vehement SHALL not
judge; also that the tribes will drop their differences and unite upon that
platform when any outsider acts against any of their own feather). The enemy
within is rage; as the tribes have grown and expanded, those rigid tribal
boundaries are the same, though often third-party geographical boundaries also
stand rigid and unbendable. Then as in the scenario written into the tale of
Red-n-Black Ants and Black-n-Red Ants: Concentration=Conflagration and
all men stand in horror as mosques and wedding events are touched by the hand of
slaughter, death and Hell. Some of the Upper minded; the Mullahs, the men of
peace can flow over the top and those should unite as the reigning force of
reckon, the volume of force and power for peace; but the souls of those violent
and those destroyers are displaced from within the scope and
boundaries of their bodies by rage, are thus blind and shall
find only darkness, silence and emptiness as they vacate themselves from the
living Spirit of Life and those practices which positively promote life.
The Spirit of Life does not add to destruction but unto the building blocks of peace that stand forever. My diary and memoirs continue; April 13th, 2008 I'm once again reminded of the visions surrounding the passing of John Paul 2nd and cherish them again and want to share. Very clearly again was the vivid scene of him seated in the center of a large empty business office desk with his hands folded. Ready for business, waiting now. I saw this was supposed to go in May 2005 and nothing happened. Today that same vision revived and once again Pope John Paul 2nd was seen -still waiting with hands folded -and the large business office desk still empty; a sense of endlessly waiting, which fades into the present.