Holy Hell

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The Messages received

Beginning in January 2005 

Organized By

Eddy LaBarr

Volume One

This book, series, Ministry and collection of verse includes the introduction of the Messages I received and recorded beginning in 2005 and are Dedicated To Pope John Paul-2^nd.

 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, yet glows from within as each living, defined soul is as a spark in the great bonfire of life.

     ...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 dog pile of evildoers involving 70-125 persons, some still living in the same town and were never prosecuted. I had been is 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).

    Christmas day, 2004 @ age 48+ I was almost dead from the depression and despair of the 1993 dilemma. I felt literally as though I was on my death bed, a depression so low that I believe the second thought in my mind as I woke was that I didn’t even want to live any more. The holidays were depressing that year. I barely made it through, until the first week of January 2005…

     In January 2005 before the passing of Pope John Paul 2^nd I experienced a true spiritual re-awakening & ministry marching orders along with the ways and means of addressing the world. My Spiritual Rebirth came on one of the first days in January 2005 in waking up that morning I saw the image of Jesus sitting on the bed with me. In fact his spirit was as the image of a man who was sitting there halfway merged with mine and said; “I heard you hated your life so I will rejuvenate you with some of mine.” Then a day or so later, “You have not been able to pray for a long, long time so I give you Saint Peter’s Power Of Prayer.”      This was in January and by March/April I was finally able to compartmentalize the fugue and was actively contacting The Senate’s Intel Committee and the U.S. again.

    As the spring went on; I witnessed Pope John Paul’s Soul pass, spiritually and I felt some major event was to happen in this during May 2005, but May came and went leaving me in the same futile, death-of-silence vacuum & frustration. With a sense of being literally buried alive in a lifelong tomb of living death or of being conscious and paralyzed in a coffin, I very seriously wondered why such a gift, I felt had been given to a near comatose person, in a fugue, isolated on a ranch in the middle of nowhere, where I had laid in waste for 12 years (in 2005) and upon discovery would lay buried alive for decades more, under a dogpile of evildoers including all the same felons in my formal complaints. I watched Pope Benedict XVI crowned in Rome and detached from those daydream themes as a spiritual flow grew and remains incessant since. Its volume has displaced everything else in life and I anxiously look forward to that which remains!

     September 2007 found me seemingly at the midpoint of the time-frame window for this gospel and October found new inspirations with the formatting and completion of some of the precepts I received in the chapter, Ants:  

Red & Black Ants and Black & Red Ants

     Churches are like beehives or anthills; amassed collective bodies of their spiritual souls, eclectically focused upon the one great Divine Spirit which is the common bond existing within each and every living human soul. "When as few as Three gather and collectively enjoin spiritually I will be there," Jesus of Nazareth said.

     Christianity is one great beehive with harmonic subdivisions within. These various bodies; The Catholics, Baptists, Methodists, Adventists, Lutherans, Episcopals, the Amish, Presbyterians, Mormons, Mennonites (and all others I didn’t mention, not in order of importance) are each respective different collective spiritual hives and this is natural as The One Great Universal God; common in all living things has created it to be this way and these will sing in harmony when all of the checks and balances of nature are in place or undisturbed like a big tree filled with a big happy bunch of chirping birds in their sanctuary above the mammals and predators on the ground.

     As Christianity is one great beehive so are the Hindus & Buddhists great beehives of collective spirit, Israel is a collective spiritual body and nation & Islam a hive of its collective spirit. Within each of these respective spiritual beehives are their many subdivisions as God, (The Spirit of Life); the single common element which animates the material elements comprising our physical human existence has set into motion. Likewise in construction, cities are beehives; New York City, Tokyo and Hong Kong are huge beehives! Each nation is it's own hive with subdivisions inside, all astride.

     Should Red & Black ants and Black & Red ants then try and convert each other to their point of view? No matter who each of us are, when we close our eyes, the Gateway to the One Single Great Animating Element Of Life is commonly found inside each living human soul. This common animating life force is absolutely the same as there is but only One Universal Spirit Of Life, which is common in all, great and poor, free or slave, no matter who you are or where you are!

     We were created by God into diversity and different walks and ways of life, but one and all of us are united and bound in the One Single Universal Spirit Of Life. As the recognition of this grows throughout the world; so then shall the road and means to peace be found.

     Each of the respective beehives thus views into the one central magnificent Bonfire of Life from a different perspective and our defined souls are like sparks of this Great Bonfire. It is as though all of mankind encircles this great light of life and as though it fills each soul and glows from within, yet men look for it everywhere on Earth but it's source.  We come to glow for a period, then gradually dim and fade away, diminishing as our dust returns to the Earth from where it came and our Spirit returns to where it came from.

     Perhaps Red & Black ants and Black & Red ants then should not try and convert each other but rejoice in the common harmonic spiritual winds of life, which flow through us all, each and every living soul on Earth. Especially; Red & Black ants and Black & Red ants should NOT kill to convert, and they should avoid becoming as bugs flying around the light, so becoming blinded by it.

     Often when Red & Black ants and Black & Red ants are physically intermixed, conflict arises, even though their souls are spiritually the same. Then when their numbers come into competition for what they consider the same sacred mound:

Concentration = Conflagration

     They sever each other into pieces, where we can't tell which was which, mix or match their souls are the same. Who was to blame? Maybe then ants which are All Black and All Red might come in their stead or to hold and help keep the peace and to regulate...

     And to set back in place the building blocks of Trust and Balance which bring about harmony, lasting peace and prosperity robust.

     God resolves matters of spiritual difference between men, but men are left to settle material differences between themselves and the body of force in the world will always lie with the overall amassed collective souls of those who adhere to the laws of Truth.  And those who live with the laws of Truth Shall live with Justice, Freedom and Peace in their Land...

And the Force and Power of that Truth is Great and long lasting!

...For that is the way God has made it to be.

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     November 2007’s cold finds faith renewed in the face of a scathing local prison frame-up fracas with the same unconvicted local officials costing $8500 in fees, many new sendings came among spiritual guidance and blessings, which seemed to enable me to navigate through the life and death serious frame-up attempts of 2007 and 2008.

     I am supposed to be in prison as this is typed for the protection of a renegade cop who U-turned on me every single time I went to town. Worst scowls ever seen on a human face were seen by me in my hometown of fifty plus years ending with a fax-in citation for harassing a so-called police officer. The scene in court was horrifying as the so-called judge almost climbed over the bench issuing a felony protection order against me. The wonderful D.A. lady, Wanda dropped the ”F-bomb” (11)-times in Pretrial and the so-called cop testified under oath that I was Soliciting For Prostitution and that he was erotically stimulated. His supervisor was mentioned in my earlier complaints to the U.S. Attorneys. He followed me to the extent that he turned around in my exact tracks once, incidents every time. He wiped away every good memory in my life in that town…

     November 18^th 2007 brought me this message; "I'm not going to go imbed myself in an old cocoon or to live in a coffin with my head filled with bright ideas."  (I think this referenced my not being with the fraternal orders; “Those with Ears and Eyes” know that this means; hear and See Spiritually). 

     I saw again the refreshing reminder of an open free Gospel in America; void of the strangling layers of archaic dogma and deadening uniformity" (which fill the Roman Catholic Church) and that America would enjoy the power and force of this blessing and continuing Living Ministry.  America's Country/Western Christian style of Spiritual Foundation is found filled with blessing and further embraced: America needs to realize that The Holy Ghost fills our souls, one and the same. Unite therefore in the name of The Holy Ghost through our common spiritual bond. Remember the sufferings of Jesus of Nazareth in bringing mankind the truth that there is but One Great Universal Spirit Of Life:  This ministry seeks to Starkly Refresh this memory, simplifying and unmooring it from its ancient bonds established by archaic teachings. 

      In 2005/2006 I was ready to go to Rome as an apparent endless vacuum of silence & stagnation surrounded and my mindframe was that not another minute would be wasted waiting for anything ever, yet with a sense of having nowhere to go and a futile sense that nothing can be done. In 2007, amidst surgical police frame-ups, I had to release myself from any and all unrealistic goals and expectation in order to keep a balance and sense of intact reality for my sanity.  Realizing this In 2009 I now have the fugue compartmentalized and stand detached from it –with the cover closed on the shelf for reference and interviews; I’m almost balking on converting to Catholic, fed up with disappointment and couldn’t fathom taking time for sightseeing as decades have been robbed from me or compromised as if maintained in a partial coma and fugue.

     I declare the opening of Our Lady of The Arc – World Spiritual Center on the site of this event where a vortex is also found, a place I consider to be sacred.

     My focus is now in finishing up these music & writing works, then sequentially upon their delivery through whatever means. I believe these works may come to be known posthumously and I am moved to finish up this book from its root records, then to give all the Rights and Titles away to a group like perhaps The Gideons, or any group who may demonstrate the best pro bono or profitable publishing, presentation and/or distribution assistance. They were approached without response for several years. This great gift falls upon me, a giver of gifts and not into an abyss of debauchery for one who profits from suffering.

     I’m very inclined to sign off to the right go-getters and discharge a responsibility to better-qualified parties at every turn as a team player. In doing so things of great value pass through my hands without selfishness. I do not ascribe to Robin Hood’s principles of gain, rather I wish to generate new revenues or redirect entertainment monies into charities.

   Any gift to me falls upon one who would wish to be the guardian and keeper of the poor & homeless and those no one else cares about. Thus I’m spiritually enabled with the tools to help myself and I am able to stand and see completion of the predestined unique messages I’ve received; delivered to the far corners of the globe as my material days dwindle to their end and fade into a blissful warmth and brightness across the threshold into eternity. When I minimize myself I recognize the greatest level of Spiritual Communications & Prayer power.

     The World Wide Web brings the world to me and takes these messages from my door to anywhere in the world for an in depth pictorial view, eliminating expenses; it’s practical and allows me to do what I want to do; In this I’m just the messenger who will always primarily say:

     There's as much of The Holy Ghost found in You As In Me And The Gateway To The One Great God Almighty Is Found Within Each Soul and each soul is as a spark in a great bonfire. There comes a time when ALL flesh must pass and the soul it contained is released into eternal life.  Enjoy this material and I hope it helps enlighten, incorporate it as it fits and fills, but don’t force it where it doesn’t fit. My music incorporates these overt messages in an enjoyable

Art Form.

     …Well I’m the voice that’s deep inside – Cause that’s where all the spirits hide – When you pray you pray through me – Cause I’m the only one can see – Well the Gateway lies just inside you – Just feel the magic comin’ on through

 …Well there’s Magic, Magic, Magic - Comin on through - Well there’s Magic, Magic, Magic - Me and You …Well there’s Magic, Magic, Magic – Comin on through – Well there’s Magic, Magic, Magic Me and You –

Toxic Zebra uses 3-Dimensional Sound Space Effects in live shows    

     On May 21^st 2009, with a completed CD in hand, came sending having largely unexplained dynamics and ending a long, long long, long period of waiting and anxiety as I learn they’re not going to let “it” fall.   Whatever “it” is, an apparent prerequisite I missed somewhere. That was nice to know… No more waiting; upon that waking I found myself in an increpid shell with the appearance of having skirted everything I was ever supposed to have done in my life, of having vacated every gain and hidden from every benefit as the 17^th Anniversary of the incursion approached and passed. In 2009 at age 53; I rejoice this season with both my living parents and finally open up a bit emotionally as time is yet still slowly unfreezing from the 1993 slam. I rejoiced in a special Father’s Day song from my heart, a 10-minute cascading piano tune called Swan Song with the words; I Love You. Still to date, no one has ever said a word, leaving me in a vacuum of disassociation for 17-years now; a form of battery. At times the silence screams in a sense and finds release through an open wound in verse, light and three dimensional audio

Art  Form

     What was clearly a gift for a gospel has lain still as if my platform was provided and my time slot was in rotation, but I was too paralyzed, emotionally damaged and too broken to advance. Stagnation set in on top of the decade and a half-long fugue and finally the realization that escape velocity might be achieved by going underground in the Las Vegas entertainment and music scene; where the message herein is overtly enunciated and applied to the demographic groups for which it is intended and in an entertaining product form which sells and generates revenue into a 501C earmarked for homeless and poor.

    Like a wakeful dream; from out of the Twilight Zone materializes a little 666/Mind-Reading Freak Show powered not by Casper, but underwritten with Saint Peter’s Power of Prayer. When I minimize myself as a host; the power is greatest and focused prayer exponentiates its volume and the power I sense in my heart is almost like a delicate volume and balance of Amish, Mennonite and Mormon and I revere it, so disciplining myself into being a guest within its boundaries.  My Power begins and ends in this ministry. 

      We’re going to presume in Volume One; were still under some sealed ongoing investigation, so, umm; I need to now superimpose and continue my ministry over the top of a semi-fictional base. Maybe we’ll entitle it; Joseph and his wicked brothers –reenactment…  And, umm; this town gets renamed from its current name; Otherwise nice Town with a few Damned in it  I think is its current name is now renamed to a fictional place that doesn’t exist, located in a state of mind –that doesn’t exist anywhere, not connected to anyone likely to litigate with me and isn’t real but collects very real taxes) so; we’ve had to fictionalize some of the names and places and big ghost corporations contained in this publication just to enable us to tell our story through this 16-year cover up which began more than 3 decades ago.

     Names of Gov’t agencies are mentioned and were FOIA’d, but for fictional purposes in this story they are just write in pulp-fiction characters and we have to claim there is no physical connection to any person, place or thing. Same with Cheyenne Mountain, just a likely place with a lot of unknown mysteries dwelling inside, likely to have stored a lot of spooky stuff for science fiction novelists. We could say we were off by a mile and it was out of Ft. Carson or we could even say it was out of Pueblo Army Depot, or it was a trainer swiped out of the Air Force Academy, since this is all pulp-fiction; further there’s a free-roaming Intel group over there that spray paints cameras and we don’t even want to talk about them and anything else under the sun that we might want to make up that sounds good for fiction might get tossed in (stuffed in) and we’ll have to find a great big elephant to sit on it to get the cover closed because I’ve got a very real story to tell over the top of it; sort of like walking on serpents…   

     Incredible; any appearance of similarity is coincidental and just a figment of the reader’s imagination. The ZEA, (not their real name); plain-clothes goose-steppers for naught and some of the same vicious imaginary local cops are still employed in this fictionalized town, self-governed by a blue-blooded elitist snob gallery, a power-drunk little clique in a state of mind where nothing ever exists and most of these fictional characters are just retiring their morbid careers. One who passed away years ago commented he had enough to be on ABC’s 20-20! We never ever recovered from their activities anything other than sales of this book so; learn not to burn, right?

    After read this and walking in these shoes; one might see why and how this incident has been buried for the last 15-20-years. The level of physical and psychological damage we sustained and exhibit remains so bad that it is believed to be one reason for a (suspected) absolute media blackout and boycott, further abetting and shadowing all of the wicked brothers and enveloping the entire oracle to me, buried alive in a coffin –with my head full of bright ideas.

      Another involves a dirty band of brothers entangled in sensitive information where my Internet exposure presentations ended up redirected to mirror websites reconstructed by skilled hackers. Around 1999/2000 some local cops were drunk and bragging about abilities to hack e-mail accounts and place software on drives for trick browsers & key-stroking to one of my band mates in a nightclub. It remains my belief that free copies of my first rough book attempt were handed out to all the cops and any perps “affected” by my story.  Sure enough in July 2009, on the eve of handing this book to my publisher, after the eleventh proofreading final; a virus corrupted my filing system, switching into and out of FAT32 like patchwork, super professional and I had to retype 23,000 characters. My ear to the ground says everything sent to my printer spool printed out downtown and Advanced Law Enforcement Courtesy Copies of any and all of my notices and litigation were customarily hand delivered in advance to the derelicts who paid them before they were ever placed in the mail.

     I’d describe a few of them as a very shady, power-drunk clique in an isolated small town on the sparsely populated side of the state with their own exclusive Municipal Code with all of the state’s safeguards and constitutional protections removed; whose distractions almost defeated the completion of this book & nearly killed my spirit over the years and years of attrition, also nearly burying these Spiritual Messages and my ministry; These are not fictionalized, just the names of the felons in the colorful fictionalized story.

    As each soul is the same within and all spiritual boundaries are seamless; trust your soul when distinguishing where one line begins and the other has ended; note the contrast between what I purport as being from Pope John Paul 2^nd and the reflections of the night demons described who gather in the Name of Satan, for when as few as three gather in the name of the Lord, he is there. Bring your healers into collective focus and witness new miracles: The power level present will be the equivalent to the volume of souls.  Focus not unto evil, but unto the light of life and into the hands of healers and witness miracles.

 They were priceless to me and I recorded them as my treasured memories 

These came to me even though I was in a damaged, stoic state of mind and appearing apathetic… My life has come to be centered on the delivery of this ministry.                     … Get the Hell out of my way Devil …

      The Messages of Pope John Paul 2^nd to the Church of Rome are published here first; (Volume One presents a very condensed collection from around 1000+ hours, those seeming to reflect the volume of the important points and rudimentary essentials for survival are presented up front; out of sequence). Once again as allegations stand and legal investigations are impending I declare this publication a collection of personal religious experiences; opinions and dead-serious legal experiences written into a fictionalized story set in a fictional town nested in non-existent state of mind that collects very real taxes. Not connected in any, way, shape or form to any person, agency or big giant ghost corporation who might litigate with me and my current mindframe is that; the Statute of Limitations has expired and desire for further ill will is nil, save new perjuries, threats, assaults or conspiratorial conduct.

      LaBarr’s names are used in context to show the sequential prosecution of family members, year by year, but we disclaim any association with any persons or souls, living or dead, nor ghost corporations and we did contact the ZEA, (not their real name) and Attorneys in Denver, (not their real name) and thus all information here has (to the best of my abilities) gone through a government-clearing house and is neither restricted nor classified (in this fictional context) and this author has sworn no oaths of any kind (fictional or otherwise) and any (fictional) acts claimed herein as having been done by them or anyone are purely pulp fiction and for entertainment purposes only and today’s government, of course doesn’t do anything like that. Getting right to business; organizing the sequence of our prosecution totally correct has been frustrating with the volume of new legal events & recent and distracters, It’s taken all I have to pull this together, so I’ll start first with the recent major subjects and important condensed spiritual messages:

     The empty cod nets should be triggering very serious alarms of concern. Employing concern today may avert a big famine/disaster 30-50 years from now, where those filling our shoes then will recognize and look back upon today's efforts in appreciation.

The No Birth Control Policies of the church cause cataclysmic imbalances by enmeshing with developing nations. then prohibiting Birth Control, which would've normally been used in today's balance. The Church is not the cause of all imbalances, but Rome needs to seriously revisit its Birth Control Policies. According to the old timers in my neck of the woods, we are about 10+ years into an estimated; 40-year weather cycle.

The Pope’s Messages Through This Ministry For The Church In Rome; Again its difficult to know where to begin but with the more recent notes and comments:

     In 2009 I was moved by the attributes and skills demonstrated by Pope Benedict XVI, Noting his versatility and implementation of multiple languages and communication skills, peacefully articulating a message of hope in an attempt to manifest motifs for peace into an area filled with conflagration. A great (or large), seemingly eclectic volume of peace and love of The Holy Order surrounds him –and Angels flow with him in his travels. When as few as three gather… A Monarch engraced indeed with the touch of peace filling a clear mind and enveloped in a prayerful aura.

Pope Benedict XVI

A Man of Peace – A Man of God

      Then came some of the other programming on that same channel seeming to have the effect of shaking me free from accepting all of their church’s doctrines and from desiring to become belabored in their discussion; The issue of Music in church ceremonies seemed to be progressively interpolated and pre-dispositioned as celebration or a distracter (rather than its enjoyable background) –other than only the archaic nineteenth century bland B-3 cathedral style organ interludes, casting and keeping a demographic black and white shadow in today’s world of living color, which created the resemblance of a tomb of the dying rather than a progressive inspiration for life, displacing the current active spirit of life with a turn of the last century antiquity Fair, leaving the mind-pooling powers of the eclectic mass untouched, unharnessed; A potential power so great it might be collectively focused in unison onto the hands of a healers in Masses. As if into a beam of faith, which then truly has the level of power witnessed in the fold of Saint Peter in his day and we know from the New Testaments in the Bible the greatness of the collective power they demonstrated, which is the body of St. Peter, that also being the collective body of individuals in mass. Any church is the body of its individuals and this ministry calls for those individuals to align and focus into a great force that is also part of the One Oceanic-Scale Body of The Holy Ghost, Our Common Spirit Of Life.

     This ideology, this paraphrasing revives the motif: When Three Or More Gather, I am there and then employs it, appropriately in front of the full congregation or mass, focusing upon the hands of that healer with the uniform aligned belief that the Power of The Lord will flow through those hands and so it Shall. If you pray hard enough? If all souls present in a congregation have aligned as one and everybody’s on board! It’s not conclusive by itself idly, but as the collective heart envelopes and embraces it into motion; the supernatural levels of collective combined faith exercised by Jesus and developed by St. Peter and Disciples may be found therein and exercised and seen again today. Miracles, including the animation of things which are material. There are those truly gifted with the power to heal in their hands and the hands-on healing powers not seen since the days of Jesus himself may be exercised today, beginning with the faith that it can so be fulfilled, so is it then present and granted.

      As these are not my primary personal gifts, my focus resumes towards the presentation of the style of music I’ve been involved with for all my life with messages incorporated into wording set upon sonic landscapes and mind setting themes. A ministry, which people would go out and buy and not be repelled away from, embedded in the world’s fastest moving three-dimensional audio and visual art form and found or realized when one reflects upon one’s soul.

     I’d suggest Pope Benedict have a concert at St. Peter’s Basilica… I endorse the black and white – either/or aspects of Catholicism, noting the color schemes worn by Nuns, however their God given beauty is hidden away, characteristic in some Moslem cultures as well. EWTN’s discussion on behalf of the Vatican reflected a scathing pre-dispositioned opinion against music.   How about broadcasting Vatican MTV, transmitting musical spiritual messages?     

      These are messages I present and not a heretical attack on the Catholic Family and body. They were starkly different and profoundly aside from any other thing known or experienced before and their flow was incessant. Some things were redundant. During all conscious and wakeful hours I wrote them down whole-heartedly as their prose and beatitudes were magnificent and I found it was my duty to do so in flow with my commitment to what I thought was another ministry in my destiny. In 2009 plans are being set for a park commemorating our discovery and achievements; making lemonade out of lemons. These plans may never be finished though, I don’t wish to empower anticipation beyond my means and then suffer its disappointment, as it never materializes…

     ...Numerous references were made to "a vacant empty cocoon from which a Butterfly has emerged."

     That "Butterfly" is the Spirit of the Ghost. He said (I received); "Whenever you see a butterfly, think of me."  A great volume was related to the aspects of this and that the Spiritual Representational Authority of The Vicar has effectually been vacated by proclamation as the Gateway to the Holy Ghost is found within each and every living soul and each one is a defined spark of the Bonfire Of Life.

     And further that the Church shall not castigate her Priests, but embrace their roles as the Ministers of Life's positive structuring and building blocks. Each of our defined souls are like the sparks of a great bonfire of life.

     Each living soul is a piece of the living Holy Ghost and the gateway is found common inside each heart. Spiritual Communications freely flow through the hearts and souls of each individual, as spiritual boundaries are seamless, only the material boundaries of flesh stand homogenous for their temporary duration. The voice of the spirit is soft and peaceful.

     The Vatican’s influence in small countries around the world and isolated places affects the balances of nature in those areas in several ways: The act of the Catholic Missions in providing food, medical assistance and comfort to these countries in need is a Godsend, but at the same time extending and implementing a No Birth Control Policy to the largest volume of their population results in a population explosion which then overwhelms the resources in these areas, then a few years of normal drought can create horrific scenes of famine, mass graves, starving children and sub-human lifestyles for that population bubble –as it bursts. The lands come to be stripped of resources through the burden of overpopulation, including some entire species of plants & animals, creating problems for the future of man (note the expansion into the Amazon Rainforests). The timing for the church's changing of its Birth Control Policies is now. Where conception has not been granted relief might be found through adoption of those many homeless in need. 

     Also, with HIV and AIDS arising, the Church’s No Condom Policy helps worsen the problem. The Church is there afterwards with comfort for a problem their policies were questionably instrumental in abetting. Then in the course of this lesson it was shown that the Church does have an advantage in this respect in that it has a great reach into the small villages in the far corners of the World, to the "Nth" and is in a prime position to become a frontrunner in the efforts to reduce AIDS, by reversing its man made policy and pushing Condom usage.

     The Goal of philanthropy is not to flood the world with population, rather to bring into focus, the care of and condition of the present, going forward with planning, thinking what the kids now will see in their day. The population of the World doesn’t have to be destined for a train wreck around the corner. Along with the missions came a no-birth control policy in isolated areas. When God said, "Go forth and populate the Earth," 1000s’ and 1000s’ of years ago, there was a lot of virgin Earth yet untouched, which have now filled through the millenniums. The Church’s archaic NO Birth Control Policies now come to interfere with the checks and balances of Nature. As Man’s numbers have come to fill the Earth, so has his technologies increased astride. When the population of mankind became great the tools and means of birth control came along at that time.

     During this era man's technological waste increased astride, as well. All of Life then is contained within vessels of matter animated by the spirit and in a fish tank/terrarium, as so to speak, whether of air or water, or on land or sea. The way we manage our industrial waste today will determine the leeway of our children's range of decision in their day and whether they will suffer.

     Jesus of Nazareth brought us that there is but One, Single Universal Spirit Of Life and this Ministry embraces this, augmenting it with simplification and establishes The Inner Gateway precept to this one single spirit common in us all. God has hidden himself in deepest darkness, having simply incorporated himself into every living animated being, fish, animal, plant, bird, insect and living thing inside this fish-tank biosphere mutually shared by all of life. The gateway to God is found within. Men look for God in people, things, strange shaped rocks, events and in all places everywhere but for within, where he may be found by those who will simply open up. Not by pursuing banners with names or Icons but found inside the peaceful mantra of prayer.

     An extensive series of Spiritual Communications flowed into about 700 pages containing revelations and messages for the Church in Rome, beginning around 24 hours ahead of his passing, apexing after about 18 months. Some of the highlights to share with you include the visions and messages he shared with me; the most memorable and breathtaking was the vision of the Ascension of the Soul of Princess Diana. It was as though it might have been the favorite of Pope John Paul 2^nd which he cherished perhaps coming vividly in the first month after his passing. Her soul was lifted from her unconscious mangled flesh before her heart stopped while the car was in the tunnel, I can't ramble through it in one paragraph;

     Seemingly ascending upward through the ground was a scene with a radiance about it comprised of a pair of hands cradling her soul hovering in the center of them. Her soul was like a bright star with no features other than a sun-like brilliance, gracefully ascending into heaven at the rate of about one mile per hour. It its luster was the image of the Virgin Mother Mary following and facing the ascending hands and cradled star, and she held the hand of a child in each of hers. Then there were Angels, with the first one’s hands on Mother Mary’s shoulders, and an Angel behind her and so came a procession of about fifteen –like a string of paper dolls…It was breath taking.

     Pope John Paul's passing was less glamorous, as though after prayerful counsel with the Spirit, he just got up from his desk, grabbed his hat on the way out, closed the door behind him and immediately enjoined the Ghost. His Soul is an active part of the Holy Ghost Right-Now! His passing was rather bland, black & white and gray scale in contrast to that of Diane. In the next days I would see a scene of him sitting in a room with his hands folded behind a large, empty office desk, waiting. Just waiting patiently for business, the scene reoccurs. I noted an increase in Bilocational or clairvoyant awareness and receptiveness as the time of the passing of John Paul-2^nd neared and on the day he went into a coma. I was here in my home state having just completed around 200 e-mails with a brief story and links advertising a web page I’d prepared for the Associated Press & international media. On the top of that page was a photo of this pyramid device with a UV-Band we’d modeled after the one used on us in our 1993 Hate Crime incident, which was invisible to the unaided eye.

     No Warrants were ever used, as Warrants would most likely be the only evidence. We gingerly went after copies of Warrants from every agency. This is "our model of" an optical stealth device used on us by the Z.E.A. (Not their real name; -Fiction- No reference to any living thing whatsoever). This includes excerpts from the website, the actual device consists of a highly reflective tarp thrown over a readily assembled tent frame. 

     The tarp looks like the bright side of tinfoil and has a UV (Blacklight) colored band around it about 2/3 the way up. The crew that assembles it, spends all day walking around it, tucking the tarp straight, pulling wrinkles out of it. -Once assembled in sunlight- the viewer sees what's behind it, yet the device and the personnel who come with it can be viewed on plate-glass windows or with any Generation-2 Soviet manufactured starlight scope with UV filters. Overheard referred to as "Stealth" or a "Light Bending System,” Swarms of heavily armed goons "set up the tent" and move in.

     For decades this author's family has been subjected to illegal operations from law enforcement personnel entering and operating upon private property, with NO (or otherwise unattainable) legal authorization. Ours models an actual unit used by the ZEA (not their real name). Before and after July 1993, personnel using a similar system were observed in use in Another-State on multiple occasions.  (Those groups were seen in operation @ The River Recreation Area(s) using this for no more than watching tubers' floating by and in multiple counties.  -Both Another-State experiences exposed that this system can be viewed in a car's rear view mirror placed up in the night position, which captures the doubled glass reflection out back).

     The ZEA, Another-State DSPs and sordid County personnel (not their real names) abused this system for purposes of trespassing, harassment and for sugaring this author's gas tanks. Then while we were in Northern area of Another-State the following winter, we were walking around on our housing subcontract when our son got an ear infection and had to be hospitalized 35 miles away in Kingston Bay (not its real name.) He was blue in the face, near convulsing and almost dead. Two of our vehicles lost their engines within 72 hours of each other earlier in the year and were over sitting in the yard of Mrs. LaBarr’s grandmother Nolah.  I passed our nephew’s car on the way up from Capital Valley (not its real name) 90-miles to the south, sitting on the side of the freeway before they got my Ranger; same thing, sugar in the tank or corn syrup in the crank case as I experienced my biggest lifetime losses and we almost lost my son to pneumonia as a result. 

    Two or three years later we were being followed around by a semi and lowboy trailer with what looked like an Air Force utility tractor. It had the wildest chrome sparkle paint job ever seen with a devilish blue stripe along its length and a blinking pyramid with a UV-Band on it. Wildest equipment I’ve ever seen. We would not have all of our current theories without a second night sighting of one of these on a semi lowboy with an Air Force tractor being provided for us.

     (Theory – 6:  Even though it took 18-months after the 1993 incursion to reverse engineered this and were tortured with it, we’re still waiting to find out who lost out. It had to have been the life’s project of some very intelligent persons who engineered it and the million and one things that didn’t work. We ascertained through a Freedom Of Information Act request with the United States that this is not classified. The next certified letter notified them we were incorporating it into this book describing the events in a pulp fiction masterpiece and my theories are furthermore self-decreed’ my copywritten intellectual property:

      ...Years of research were devoted to presenting this info in this form and reveals about 80% of the theoretical processes and system used on our family.  This author does not certify the accuracy of this theory, yet this is presented as a generic-ballpark description of its operation, FYI. This theory came along @ the 18-month point after the incident, after discussion with several electronic engineers.

     Noticing that it's image displacement effects only work in daylight hours, the actual mode of it's operation is believed to be that a massive solar charged mirror-like UV Range Standing Radio Wave type field is generated in a local area by this pyramid/capacitor in full sunlight and then attracted to oppositely charged objects and personnel through a secondary part of the system, The UV Range bandwidth is so tight that the lower frequency Ambient light waves will contact it, be unable to penetrate it and electrically Roll on top of it, attracting together on the other side, causing this UV range mirror-like charged Ionization to predominate in the viewer's  sight picture -reflecting the surrounding area and what's behind it)...

     We believe the charged waves globulate out of the band loosely, like sheaves  and gravity somewhat attracts it towards the ground like a carpet. Oppositely charged objects within the field then become like electrical Bumps In The Carpet and the UV range energy is inherently invisible to the unaided eye. Lower frequency (and powered) ambient waves our eyes see in the area will contact this, be unable to penetrate this gauss shield surrounding their personnel and equipment and roll on top of it, re-attract together and travel on their way without reflecting back.

    Their image is effectually displaced and the nature of the Opposite charges are similar to 2 Bar Magnets where the opposite +/- Poles will lock together indefinitely.  Images of charged personnel are not visible on mirrors due to the conductive chromium metallic backing, but razor sharp images are viewable on plate glass windows or other non-conductive surfaces which Will host an image, but Will Not host electricity, permitting their displaced image to dead end.

    The ZEA played mind games on us for years prior to the July 1993 incident on into 1994. No relief until a Williamsburg Virginia group finally shut down in 2005.

    Anything coated by this ionized field, which will host electricity, will not host an image and keeps it cycling. Uniquely, within this Ionic field -Razor sharp images of personnel associated with this are readily viewed on non-conductive plate glass windows or surfaces where their image dead-ends. It's almost like inside a Fog or could be compared to a Standing (or Stationary) Radio Wave and certain things and parties are oppositely charged and invisible and certain parties are not and unaffected. They swallow a pill, I heard from one source; ambient waves electrically roll around charged parties standing around within the field. In the open it's undetectable except for long-flat heat mirage lines interrupted in unusual places by silhouettic bonfires –(the process makes them run hot), the Z.E.A. (not their real name) uses its image displacement effects maliciously, I’d bet they could make an aircraft carrier disappear. The pyramid is moved around and they stay in tight with it. Ionization is a nickname for this phenomenon which is like trying to explain something which is too slick to hang on to, a coating, like electrical ball bearings

     The product we saw demonstrated seemed to lose efficiency at dusk, when the HF radios go quiet after sounding like a hornet’s nest in sunlight. The Ionosphere is a Nuclear/Thermal force layer and the sun makes it like the inside of an electrical mirrored globe during daylight hours. A ham operator can bounce a few watts around the world using its light & energy reflection principles and knows that at night only shorter wavelengths will work. That same daytime frequency now won’t go beyond line of sight. There is no reason to think why this should not then also at least partially work in hours of darkness in view of its electrical principals.

     It was only demonstrated to us in daylight hours and another was seen at night; blinking. My understanding of HF radio skip propagation helped reverse engineer it’s multiple processes, especially after the way the ZEA (not their real name) demonstrated it in connection with near lethal trauma, using visual reflections on glass with tactile and audio sensations during our 72-hour sleepless torture, kicked off the first morning at the point of M-14 rifles. Theory #7 is on the way in upcoming volumes containing all other known speculation along with reverberations and repercussions from Volume One.

     I made a hand drawing of the equipment used by the Z.E.A. (not their real name) in the aftermath of their warrant-less Hate Crime and it would take years to figure out. There was a group with (30) M-16s' on the 3^rd day, rolled right off the rack, all members were wearing rectangular goggles and an unknown # of sharpshooters throughout the event with Joseph’s band of wicked brothers out all night with big game rifles and shotguns and punks walking back and forth on our RV roof all night, every night of the event. Dancing up there - according to witnesses; racking me out for SWAT training on (12)-counts over the three nights of the event. Also they went through all of my dad’s stuff on the property.

    A canine was on hand and the narc-posse and the locals had orders to be out by 5:00 or before 6:00 AM for more raw surgery all day by Cheyenne’s Shock Team. …Must have been because of some special equipment the ZEA was using. The Big Brothers of the ZEA filmed the locals and in 2009 comment on my behavior, “they were –definitely- told to get off the property, repeatedly.” “They professionally head screwed them and sealed the warrants.”

    In the beginning of this scene the Point man with this Cheyenne group, with a Vietnam style bush hat, Ray Bans and a .45 pistol, 2-feet out back appeared to have lined up (2) headshots with the same round: My wife and I.  At a point Blanc distance I retained unforgettable memories.  This guy wore a device strapped to his wrist that looked like large headphone type brackets with electrodes on each side of the pistol near the end of the barrel. I noted it was secured with a yard or so of brown medical gauss, which matched his khaki shirt. It seemed like the metallic pistol needed a little help blending in. This was the first time in the event where a firearm was intentionally pointed directly at my head. This was how it started on the first day of July 1993.

      In 2005, I came to suspect The "Brownie Squad" on our property might have been called, "Cheyenne's Shock Team," a term, which came to me spiritually. It seemed like they staged wave after wave of mock entry drills all day long and they acted like they were going to come inside in increasing increments and that what they were doing was designed to wear down enemy soldiers in combat, or make them insane. They had me screaming and ranting at them, supercharged for local S.W.A.T. training all night. They wanted me out there in front of them, just to sit at gunpoint and be taunted. In the interest of national security; our F.O.I.A. request was sent to the Washington D.C. in 2001 as well as the Z.E.A (not their real name)  -years before any publishing...  They responded with a one-paragraph document sent via Registered Mail. 

     No concerns were expressed by Washington D.C. in their F.O.I.A. response.  Of course a $100 Million lawsuit would have been filed against the Z.E.A. (not their real name) and include anyone remotely connected with this system if this would've been classified, and yet may be filed against ANY claimants... No time was wasted as we initiated an effort to determine the manufacturer of this system, also contacting military subcontractor’s insurance companies regarding a suspected $6.3 or 6.8 Billion patent loss –with a Double Indemnity Clause since more than one party would file a claim on it.

    These figures came to me from spiritual sources through it all and believe me; when I finally came to the probable realization (12)-years later that this had come out of Cheyenne Mountain; everything during the previous 12-years made sense in about (20)-minutes and something that had been killing my brain-just stopped, (for my wife Deborah as well). Cold-Blooded all right, the Pharaoh’s Army got splashed on this one!

     After exhausting all legal remedies, SunRay Corp (not their real name either) was formally contacted on April 27, 2005 with copies sent to the Attorneys in Denver and Senator Wayne BuZZarD (not their real names) on the Senate's select Intel Committee. In retrospect, we believed a fair amount of some major military defense contractor's equipment, including items with illegal Patents may have been abused or test-proven on our family while set up on our property by those less than reputable within the local law enforcement communities.  

     The U.S. has once again expressed disinterest in the ongoing investigation of this case in their expanded one-line form letter of response dated May 23, 2005.   SunRay (not their real name) also apparently claims no interest either, having failed to deny, respond, claim or express any concerns although thereafter in our fictional old hometown we noticed a car parked next to us one time a few days later with a SunRay/McDouglas (not their real name) Parking Permit in the Office Depot parking lot (their real name).

     In another night time incident a semi mounted model seen in Coastal-State was also parked next to us which had a distinct Dakota's Missile Base look to it and a phenomenal sparkle paint job with a Devilish blue stripe. The paint was sort of a slight bluish/silver shadow somewhat like the coloration of the underside of F-16s and looked like a common Air Force vehicle with a custom paint job.  The phenomenal paint job almost looked bizarre on this pugsley looking twin-seated tractor with an air cleaner on the side of the hood.

     This Air Force (looking) equipment was crunched up next to us and Mrs. LaBarr was riveted in her seat and couldn’t get out of her car behind our RV/Camper for 2-hours. I looked out back and she was wide-eyed and fixated on something parked next to us. It just pulled in right after me with another truck boxing it in from behind; I’d now stab a guess it was off of the N.A.S. Fallon firing range, (Should they try and do this again, I’d have about 400 photos to show everyone, it was almost like a UFO encounter in it’s rarity and uniqueness. I guess they just wanted a first look at what’s turned out to be The Flying Nun ministries).

    In darkness this UV pyramid blinked Black light pulses @ 2hz indicating (to me, a Ham operator & electronic engineer. (Note; Mrs. LaBarr says it blinked @ once every 2 seconds and not twice a second) it was interactive with the Earth's magnetic field, accumulating a capacitive charge, discharging (blinking) and recharging in a cycle. Mrs. LaBarr noted it made a groan, like a friction toy which ended in a spark. Not photovoltaic it seemed but It acts as a capacitor/inductor and the slowly accumulating static-type energy in the night time magnetic field was enough to cycle it @ 2hz or (.5hz/per second). I believe the cyclic rate in direct sunlight would increase to near infinity, easily creating harmonics in the UV range with weaker harmonics above, possibly into the alpha wave range.

     This was in another entirely separate incident on another date and was exponential in comprising the theories published here and on my web sites. [This scene took place while traveling from Our Northwest Coast Guard Housing Subcontract site through Coastal-State to Winter Saver (not its real name) for another federal housing sub-contract and was reconstructed from photographic memory eighteen-months after the property incursion and about 2-years later. Its function seemed to be based on or partially resembling or consistent with HF-skip electrical behaviors, also with some accumulative free-energy aspects.  It seemed like it accrued static or RF energy out of the Earth’s magnetic field until a large capacitor bank is filled and jumps the gap; exponentially accelerating the charge, discharge, recharge cyclic rate in proportion to the level of QRN; a ham radio term for the level of scratchy static in the air after the sun rises and before the sun sets where it reduces to total silence].

     Mrs. LaBarr also went off the road and blew out both right side tires near Ambone during that ongoing interstate incident. The static-like sparks would build and grow towards the bottom section of the band and just as it would start to chase it would jump to the bottom of the band and arc convexly outward like a solar flare to a seeming equal distance between the top and bottom of the band then invert concave and appear to leap or to be hurled from the band. We were being followed around with what looked Air Force utility equipment and that night scene would be photographically recalled 18-months after the 1993 incident as the sixth theory of its operations and multiple processes came out.  I couldn’t get Mrs. LaBarr to close the distance as she followed the RV; simply wouldn’t close the distance. I kept talking to her on our sideband CB; next she went off the road and blew out both right-hand side tires near a wide spot in the road called Ambone (not its real name). We just happened to have our winter tires with us and just happened to have 2-spares. I noticed the steering column was broken loose inside also when I looked it over in Kingston Bay (not its real name) Eerie…

     She, weeks later described an intrusive psychotic efficacy in her head, a bizarre, repetitive theme, wall to wall through that trip with looped phrasings and themes; ”We’ve got to do something about the world’s population, we’ve got to get fat chicks to commit suicide” –over and over, maybe 30 to 40 times through Coastal State, like a Twilight Zone delirium. She seemed in a classic fugue or displaced and also fatigued while behind the wheel.

    The ceiling upholstery had been ripped loose in the El Camino and hung down on my hair. In the 80s’ Our son was blue in the face and nearly died of pneumonia 15-miles from here while our 2-year old Ford Ranger pickup sat with corn syrup in the crankcase 180-miles away.

      ...We are still waiting for correspondence from SunRay in any form. I don’t want to be accused of fraud by insisting that equipment we saw; looked like an MX-era missile transport/escort tractor-trailer with the pyramid on a designer drop-center lowboy trailer also looked like SunRay/McDouglas’s equipment- for transporting MX hardware. The absence of any contact constitutes Failure To Respond and further diminishes security concerns.

    (Also, if it turns out that SunRay Corp (not their real name) has their own company-exclusive Bureau of Investigation which might kick in when $ Billions of their private patents are loose, as we've come to suspect, we will want to sue for substantial damages). We don’t know where the ZEA ends in this and their subcontractors begin. We notified SunRay (not their real name) via Certified mail and consider the DOJ and the Senate Intel Committee to be fully aware of this 1993 ZEA incident describing the usage of this system.

     We're still waiting on Sen. BuZZarD (not his real name) and the Senate’s Select Intel Committee's response. This author is anxious to testify before the Senate on this incident and to offer drug policy suggestions, which would be more popular and would work better than this current one. This author’s kid sister has testified before a House committee for her Manhattan Island employers…

    The trick was to get them to take it out of Ft. Carson/Cheyenne Mountain so it could be looked it over with Soviet optical equipment in broad daylight, right?  An angel told me that if I abstained from violence they would be delivered into my hands. I didn’t realize at the time what that meant, but then witnessed an Act Of God; or was it just a freeroaming high tech mob as we claim?

     It took a month’s earnings ahead to buy a night vision device. CYCLOP it said on it; we just wanted a look at who was coming onto our property. Six days later we found out and on day seven we were almost killed over a three-day and night Manslaughter attempt. We had been hit so hard that five days after that on July 9^th 1993 we transferred custody of our son to my father and left the state –for a Coast Guard housing subcontract in the Northwest (not fiction).

     In late Spring 2005; I saw a spiritual vision of him (Pope John Paul 2^nd) marveling at both pictures on my site, (I was not at my computer) as if he was spiritually aware or he’d been physically shown them by someone in Italian intelligence (Interpol or similar –This was purely spiritual), then the next scene in the vision was of him turning into an intense kneeling prayer profile an hour or so, (or 2 or 3 hours later), followed by an announcement on U.S. National News that he’d slipped into a coma. At the halfway point between the time he went into the coma and his heart stopped his soul passed as the spirit wind continued his heart autonomically beating for a period of about twelve more hours before ceasing.

     No longer pinned in an old body, an immobile shell or cocoon; In prayerful vision I saw the image of his disembodied soul entering and fusing with that of Jesus (like a drop of water in a pool) and almost dissipating and flowing at an atomic level, then their enjoining with an awaiting Jesus almost arm in arm in a lighthearted free sense like in a Superman movie.

     And then a sense that they flew around the world looking into many outstanding hearts. I saw them and as though through their eyes, reviewing different outstanding souls, including one gentleman in Finland or Scandinavia with massive compilations of written material who was highly articulate, certainly underwritten with educational degrees when I have none. Others included were 2 women, seemingly here in the West or Southwest United States; outstanding in recognition for contributions of great physical toil and apparently for their desire to care for the many and the poor and for their pro-positive themes.

     There were several who came to attention for virtues and highlights which were clearly outstanding and this was over about an 8-12 hour period, then as It was shown to me in a spiritual vision; from the time I perceived him being shown, (possibly spiritually) – (my activist web page); within 48 hours he had passed and that power he had came here and the down flow of messages began, starting with an overwhelming sense that a Butterfly had emerged from a cocoon, and then that the cocoon was vacant and empty and further that the gateway is found within each heart. The Vatican isn’t a very inactive cocoon, on the eve of this publishing in 2009 I received; “Pope John Paul 2^nd knew that this was their Grail and saw your struggle.” I hear The Call to Rome, where this Grail shall reside in is proper place and venue; all the way out in the open for all time.

    Other intense visions followed from February through April wherein I felt I was being groomed to be the successor of John Paul 2^nd and that it was set to go in May 2005, though nothing whatsoever materialized. There were four or more major visions I experienced which were starkly different than any ever before including one of a veil being laid over my face in a ceremony, another wherein I saw myself seated in the position of the Pope at St. Peter’s Basilica and it was filled and from the back, approaching over the crowd was an orb which looked like a searchlight, being opaque on top and transparent on the bottom and a spiritual beam emanated from it. It swept side to side and I noted that every human soul was transparent and that I could see into each soul and the orb kept approaching slowly and sweeping side to side with it’s beam of spiritual transparency.  It came to the front and came into me, seeming to reside concurrently in my soul. There were others as well involving common church enunciation protocol for which I still lack the full understanding thereof. 

     The flow of messages and visions flourished for eighteen months, then as if having achieved its apex it began to drop off and diminish, then further began to deteriorate even as it was being given to me as I am still surrounded by an endless vacuum of living death silence that has never changed. No man would speak to me directly for years now and stagnation strikes astride with new tribulations foreseen. There is a sense that the Spirit of Pope John 2^nd  has taken over as the new field man... In one vision his Spirit empowered this Ministry with the means to recover and surface after over a decade of subjection to a near living death persecution.

     In 2005 his words were:  Behold! I will bring the world to your door! The World Wide Web makes it possible. In 2009: Our Lady Of The Arc – World Spiritual Center opens: An Ecclesiastical Phenomenon is unfolding in a Jesus/America format. A living Open Trust and a New Covenant for Man, God and Government.

     As the hours of what I recognized as the free Communications were received from the prayerful spiritual persona I identified and purport as directly being from Pope John Paul 2^nd, (though I’ve never met him); they were noted on envelopes and scraps of paper @ times. They were priceless to me and I recorded them as my treasured memories. It was my duty, worth and the fulfillment of my life to record them. They came to me; a loud, rude and often shrill but capable writer, columnist, Internet shock-activist and artist, with some graphics skills and a contemporary music group. Also one with an embedded ministry, a mission once passively in the shadows, then all of the sudden surfacing by being too colorful to be containable, emerging from its archaic cocoon with color and brilliance to fly free, to come and go and visit us now and then, here and there and ingratiate us with the truth presented in art and song. I had my 1960 edition dictionary out frequently and cherished the definitions of each new word, recognizing the true bounty, volume and magnificence of that which has been bestowed upon me for the deliverance of this modern day gospel.

     Throughout early 2005 my level of prayerful spiritual communication shot off the scale along with a musical ministry focusing upon and packing an intense series of refreshening messages for Rome afar. These came to me though I preach an evangelical balance of Lutheran, Methodist and Second Adventist and through this ministry they are intended for Rome. These came to me even though I was in a damaged, stoic state of mind and appearing apathetic. Yet out of that came new songs and others on the back burner finally came into completion. My music was stalled for years and I believed it was being stifled behind the scenes and those I sent demo CDs to were approached maybe by some ficticious-type; men in black stiffs afterwards and so on who must have interrogated them about the OKC-bombing or something like that for having even touched my CD… They’re of course free to deny it and I’m free to continue suspecting it. Brand new musical inspirations simply came out of the blue from 2008 into 2009 and new blocks of music came together from conception to completion in record time; about a song a month; after a 2-year solid frame-up attempt was averted and I’d moved on and off to Las Vegas. My personal artist development flourished allowing a CD per year to show during the absence of malice.     

     September 2007’s vacuum found seemingly the midpoint of this gospel and I cannot bear the frustration of failing to get out, so silent yet sometimes it’s very loud and wears me down.

     Again the prayer; unite, therefore in the name of The Holy Ghost through our common spiritual bonding. Remember the sufferings of Jesus of Nazareth in bringing mankind the truth that there is but One Great Universal Spirit Of Life:

     God Almighty, whose breath of life flows through every living thing on Earth. This Ministry seeks to Starkly Refresh this memory, simplifying and unmooring it from its archaic bonds established by archaic teachings. Jesus of Nazareth started the process of bringing mankind out of pantheism and in to the light of knowledge that through acceptance of this belief; Eternal Life is found. Today we find services or big hypocritical shows and displays involving; "Thee Name of Jesus" and little Rites involving processions of people walking around in stage costumes and missing the point; still to date displacing the application Jesus of Nazareth intended where The Spirit is recognized as the collective embodiment of all of its parishes and of the oceanic scale & volume of The Spirit Of Life and that gateway is found within and further exponentiates through the mind-pooling spiritual body of that church, it’s supposed to happen but, it get paved over. Paved over with scorching hot asphalt, so hot that it roasts the shorthairs of most people like me –just driving across their parking lot! Noting No lust elements.

    Mankind is now out of pantheism and the next pro-positive phases seek The Alignment of the Churches; West, East, North & South and phase-2 is the global –spiritual- unification of Christianity’s One-God principle with even the Hindu and Buddhists through an acceptance and recognition of The One Great Spirit Of Life without trying to force the acceptance of each other’s titles, vocabularies and terminologies.

    I am not sent to achieve the status of title bearer. (There is a sense of the need to Stifle this illusion in this respect and I am to offer teachings towards the means to self-sufficiency); I come as a messenger who would also say:

    There’s as much of The Holy Ghost in You as in Me And The Gateway to The One Great God Almighty is Found Within Each Soul. 

      I acknowledge now: this phase of the ministry stands completed. Now a reaffirmation that the next phase is; The Alignment Of The Churches; In this modern age of digital communication, this is now possible. Ideas of syndicating live web broadcasts pop up and in January 2008 an idea came up that syndicated broadcasting might begin here. I began the process of upgrading to high speed Internet just as a frame-up from the same (local 1993 Hate-Crime) perps would almost slam me in prison for the next years. A fight for my life was climaxing and without $8500 in fees to throw away, you almost- would not be reading this now, probably never would have been completed, an entire season’s CD would not now be on www.MySpace.Com/toxiczebrarocks and Satan would’ve won as these miserable Jack-Masons would’ve destroyed all the good potential before it would ever have been known in keeping their life of death silent gazing order ongoing. The distraction generated as this book came out displaced the ministry with a collegiate-toilet-bowl level filth exchange.

     Again; bring your healers into collective focus and admonish their virtues. Those who mend with their hands through faith and with the touch of The Spirit: mind-pool and focus in The Name of The Holy Ghost. A reminder comes to assume the mind frame of helping ourselves; When as few as three gather in collective focus, those souls become as one with the volume of three, thus when 30 or 300, or 3000 then gather and focus; miracles of the magnitude of those performed by Jesus and St. Peter are in hand for those who believe. Through these means the Power of The Ghost is realized and this power is then yours to have and exercise, beginning and ending in His Work. This is important and a potential miracle healing power, for healing IS the work of The Lord.

     An associate professor friend related, "The Principle Is: Collectively We Are God."   Is then a prayer spoken outwardly upon emptiness to be fulfilled?  Prayer might be better filled when knowing the Ghost is found within and souls enjoin in unison, that volume becomes one; Jesus said “when as few as three gather, I will be there,” these are not idle words or some rhyme, but a force of recon.

     I’m truly honored to share more with you as they were captured in their prose. These came sometimes in conundrums or almost like "the answers to riddles" and were frustrating at times, yet brought about answers and related scenes through the course.

     Continuing with some of the more colorful snippets; when the spirit of Pope John Paul 2^nd left his old decaying body it left an old decaying church as well.

     The Spirit of John Paul 2^nd became as a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. “When you see a butterfly, think of me,” he said in prayerful vision, about 50 times since. The Spirit of Pope John Paul 2^nd eternally and seamlessly enjoined with The Holy Ghost and swept the face of the Earth like the wind;

      …To find America the land of the free and who’s rule of law embraces the word and law of the Holy Spirit: (I experienced this in a sense of witnessing an awakening wherein the Holy Ghost had opened his eyes and America was the first thing he saw when his eyes opened up upon our American way of life and as this awakening progressed deeper and deeper, our laws were found to be based upon God’s laws and the Ten Commandments.  There were several indications that simply removing a Display from a rotunda doesn’t even touch the depth and volume of God’s law incorporated into the basis of our laws).

     In prayerful visions I witnessed Jesus and John Paul liked the America they saw and blessed her people, her land, her ways and means and her leaders.

     Their spirit was one and flowed like a river; In one vision, I received; Jesus and John Paul 2^nd  declared that the new Free World Church shall be based here in America and Americans shall now enjoy the embodiment and moving force of their spiritual power. An open public trust would emerge out of this in one great magnanimous thrust and embrace. (These came among scenes and realizations as I found I had partial memory of my life before 1993, but remembered new odd things like being inside the womb and some scenes as an early infant, including some intruder in my room at nights and the tactile sensation of an ice pick being scratched up and down the length of my body at night; a wicked, eerie sensation).

     There have been revelations and lessons given to me in all ecclesiastical related subjects. I have always embraced the Black and White aspects of Catholicism and have seen & acknowledge the wondrous things they do in helping low income families survive. I have seen where their tithes go yet I am repelled at the same time by its scathing, deadening-uniformity. Man has created moldings or facades of clay upon the light and splendor of the Holy Ghost, shaping it from the perspective and purview of man and so darkening its far corners.

     My interpretation is that churches will be judged by the percentages of their Tithing actually reaching the poor and needy. This is the standard (I received) by which judgment shall be rendered and should be a healthy incentive for rivalry!

     Mormonism was too, seen as a large pleasant apple or good fruit, yet likewise has some unnecessary deadening uniformity aspects.  Over all  "Good, Blessed" and given a message to lighten up a little bit. Perhaps I, myself need to refresh my perspective, but note Mormon communities tally overall lower rates of Hep-C & AIDS through their disciplinary practices. The connotation that a man stands damned in the sight of the Lord, simply due to having longhair is not found withstanding. I would expect to be excommunicated for reasons not involving spiritual infidelity. Noted are billboards along the road in Utah against smoking –not funded out of the state taxpayer’s coffers, also; “Smoker Man, meet the man who can’t,” I thought was really cute.

     In my life’s most reviving spiritual rebirth ever during January 2005 I promised the Ghost I’d dedicate my care and concerns to the homeless of America. There are so many people who are just above the shopping cart level, locked into a borderline starvation level life of poverty.  In Los Angeles I've seen people walking the streets studying the ground for pennies and in the shadow, (as so to speak) of the homes of those given to debauchery.  In 2009, I again have pledged 110% to the cause of the poor and homeless and now feel I want to live this mission almost like Gandhi. I expect the numbers of the poor to grow…

     There are churches who host mansions for their clerical team, which have $35,000 gold plated or marble toilets!     [There was a sense that this (toilet) was an abomination and that St Peter; in person would be in a flying rage over such an icon of debauchery.  A lavish charade, vanity of vanities or something held in mockery, similar to the Pentagon's $7,000 toilet seat management efficiency level -in a church.   I somehow seriously doubt he would use it to discharge his bowels in and would question; being an expensive ornament in a church rectory, do they bow down to it as they pass by? Perhaps they store their Treasure in it. He would probably stand there and rant until it was gone. He might even suggest the same silver-tongued devil that bought it could take it back for a refund with a few scratches and dents and give that money to the poor and needy! The class level contrasts I've noted in West Coast States are classic, almost like in France].

   The November 2007 period was highly active and brought new concepts, including actually trying out setting up an energy efficient housing project using half buried shipping container combos, connected ad jointly with a common area with view and windows, with the dirt mounded over the top for insulation located in a high wind or high solar area with either solar panels or a windmill generator and float charger system, TV Dish, etc...  This experiment could be conducted in known safe areas safe from earthquake & fire damage and located 30 to 90 miles from population areas. $10-30K with plumbing varying...

    Taking advantage of previously undesirable wind or high solar areas, creating new opportunities.   Communities could also be located in an active quake area like Yucca Valley for quick commuting, designed to withstand the worst quake on record. After an earthquake, a couple of skip-loaders would have everything straightened up in a few days after man learns to adapt to his surroundings and to harness that which could not be changed; that power will brighten the future. Who knows what’s next, maybe a new means of harnessing earthquake energy and converting it into electricity! Humorous, but It’s there whether we harness it or not. Hydrogen fusion? I have a feeling the key to unlocking its potential will be found to have been there all along and its principles and processes so simple.  

     With commercial transportation & commuting and proper location planning this Container Town concept could turn waste space into low cost affordable housing or refuge in months; preplanned, dirt cheap.  I am actually considering this as my next home. (There is an option better than the street). Oil comes from miles beneath the Earth's surface and ends up atomized into the atmosphere inspiring new automotive engine design concepts. Remember, our planet hospice is a fish-bowl terrarium shared by all forms of life and today's pollution will collect for the next generations. 

     (Is it easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven? ...The lessons given to this ministry revealed this syndrome applies to some personality types but not all.  Wealth in today's free capitalist society symbolizes accomplishment, inventiveness & efficiency in business management. Entrepreneurs become well established by offering an attractive product or service, like the Internet!  In a free society; deceit is a pitfall).

     Greed is the Evil word or practice in focus. The mission and goal of Churches is to help the poor and those in need in their area and extend their generosity as far beyond as possible.  I personally intend to bring forth a musical gospel ministry and set up a 501C dedicated to homeless organizations and identify with 85% of the World's population. ...When helping the homeless and those who hunger, remember the parable regarding giving a man a fish and feeding him for one day, or teaching him to fish and feeding him for a lifetime...

   I think St Peter may judge the churches by the percentage of their tithing actually reaching the homeless. Not by how big their hierarchy or their timbre.

CONTRACEPTION

    Since 1993, I have forgotten huge blocks of my life. After 2005 I have relived memories even of being in the womb. …How warm and comfortable, then something happened, I was born.  It is my impression that the Conscious Life of a soul begins after about the First Trimester of Pregnancy. In one of the many revelations after Pope John Paul 2^nd passed; the omnipresent Spirit appeared, having trio-like features and with the voice of a woman on the left relating;

     "This First Trimester is a sacred time for a woman, where she enjoins in the counsel with God, through prayer and she analyzes her situations including her health, age, drug/alcohol dependency, life situation & so on" and as these feminine features concluded the omnipresent Jesus then predominated -overwhelmingly - In Painful, Agonizing Tears and with a (seemingly; doubled-over, guttural expression said, "Oh but it hurts me so," but it clearly showed me this time is set aside thus and accepted by The Holy Ghost (within the first trimester wherein the fetus has absolutely no conscious awareness).

     As the Second Trimester proceeds a human soul becomes consciously alive in the mother's womb and should remain, save only the endangerment of her life. I was then, in a sense shown a bit of the overview the Holy Ghost has and that there was reasoning for this from the one who can see the end from the beginning; The Alpha & The Omega. (In my personal opinion); Adoption should be considered once living awareness begins!

     The volume of information and communications in my memoirs to share remains enormous. A lot of It was repetitive and some came from different sources offering constructive contrasts and perspectives.  In Volume One I had to condense it down to a brief, but thorough introduction.

     As the spiritual inception was received approaching and surrounding the passing of John Paul 2^nd, the main volume of spiritual messages apexed at the 18-month point @ 700 pages or about (+/-) 1000 hours. In 2006/2007 it was up to around 900 pages, in 2007/2008 into early 2009 it’s now up to around 1100 pages and now has diminished as Volume One goes into publication. The timbre, context and direction of the later exchanges reflects and records proportional deterioration as the intended 5 year Ministry lies in stagnation like an abscessed wisdom tooth.

   This was intended by it's creator to have a great force, the impetus of which is totally consumed and exhausted as (I believe) we suffer an absolute press & media blackout in a classic ZEA cover up. The silence screams and I feel like I’m paralyzed, kept alive in a coffin.

     If we think of the Titanic in it's current location and the Atlantic Ocean as security blanket and the crushing force and weight at that point, it fits this scene here. I find though, when I ebb in my lowest points, the presence of The Spirit is the greatest as in osmosis. A real bottom dweller, adept to static states of depression for uninterrupted periods of years, I fully understand the precept of When I Minimize Myself To The Smallest; His Presence Is Then The Greatest And Most Forceful.  I am at peace with the prospects that these Ministerial works may come into recognition posthumously. And I am at peace with this and will seek to leave the best humanly possible memories and lessons, which bring hope.

     Agnostic and with patience, I await the sweeping force of The Lord to exercise his will, for I stand as his instrument and tool, honored to be his servant...

     As the darkest hour stands before dawn and in the shadow of this defeat, a prayerful moan; "If they chemically castrate (vegetate with Neuroleptics) or if you otherwise become useless, I will slip away from you and go on to the next brightest soul and I felt as if these were the last moments of Jesus for me, almost with a belated sense of panic. I saw earlier (this evening) the Angels gather as in the scene shared by Pope John Paul 2^nd at the passing of the soul of Diane. (Later: 2/05/2008: I believe that even after months of Navane, this level of spiritual communication would exist, only unable to articulate or finish sentences or wording; I'd be screaming for my coffin).

     There's a lesson here; if I can survive all of this and keep going, you should be able to handle anything that comes along in your life. I want to say that America is the best country in the world, but I’m almost dragged off the street and locked away as a felon by flagrant corruption that keeps going and going that no one does anything about. Soon I felt as I would be silenced and won’t be able to say I loved this country –at one time. Seeing people dragged out of cars in today’s drug war and feloniously injured indicates a path away from peace.

      After all that I have been through the Rights to free speech were never impaired and these were the acts of a local group of conspirators and renegades. At any time throughout this event the ZEA or others (not their real names) I accuse could have prevented anyone from reading this, but never crossed that line. I am agnostic, swept up in something bigger than both of us in an apparent cover-up and completely at the mercy of the powers that be in America and I find that my faith and trust has endured the test in the face of the unknown.

     I further profess that we are observing the Divisiveness of St. Peter, beyond the scope of my abilities in my current mind frame. I profess my belief that this is an Apostolic Event bringing: Messages, specifically addressing the church in Rome and re-embracing the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth with the Inner Gateway into the soul reintroducing the avenue to inner peace.

    Each living soul is a living piece of the greater Spirit of Life and our defined souls are as sparks in a great bonfire, which glow briefly during our material walk on Earth and then the elements go back where they came from and the living defined conscious soul enjoins the oceanic-scale bonfire of life.

     Notes from the compilation continue in January 2008; I am reminded of the gifts brought to bear during early 2005, with one of them being St. Peter's Power Of Prayer. I am not some fake Jesus or a fake Pope; I am a messenger through whom this is transposed a means to hope, through explanations. This shows both my anxiousness and depression, buried under frustration being deposited here as the reflections in this town were bleak.

     January 2008; I remind you that the light of hope is found through the gateway within each of your own souls, for as my days grow numbered and my light begins to dim, apathy grows hold as my appointed story has been told and the scene seems to fade to gray near the end of my day. I have delivered my messages and if nothing more comes, I can look back on some accomplishment as finishing anything at all has proven to be the hardest thing for me, (especially when on the eleventh proofreading of this work, I’ve had to retype most due to a skilled hacker-attack which restructured my filing system like patchwork).  It has been seemingly the hardest thing in the world for me to finish this work and I rejoice in its accomplishment.

    …For I have seen through the Grail and to the ends of the Earth and have seen as well that my foot will never walk where it should, nor will I appear where I am called to do so: for the works of the wicked are strong. Yet I wait.

    Then in mid-February: seemingly everything I am supposed to do and my every striving comes to be exhausted and nil as the wicked raise their shield of corruption and false prosecution; I shall not fear for I stand in the light of truth and in comfort that the wind shall sweep away the chaff and tares, leaving but the wheat remaining. The Lord is not finished in this ministry yet and my days are not through, nor shall yield to the waste of prison or the lash of false tongues. Jesus of Nazareth brought us the truth that there is but One God!

     Today: my expectations and mission have come into focus and I will serve America. I bring messages for the Catholic Church and I bring a Ministry of Hope for America, noting her embrace of Christianity and foundation upon which to build. A simplification and stark refreshening of perspective, liberating the One Great God Almighty from beneath layers of dogmatism, facades and misperceptions. We are vessels of clay animated by the Spirit of Life, yet often shaped with the deadening uniformity of our peers and the blindness of our societies and cultures.

    All of life is One Great Universal Central Bonfire and each living human soul is a (defined) spark of this great bonfire, which lives after the material host has expired. Each human soul is part of the living soul of Jesus; The Gateway to God exists within each soul. Not through a Vicar or person representing, all Priests are administers of life’s building blocks.

Vatican Birth Control Policy

     As the Church provides aid and support throughout the world a type of codependency forms as communities build and grow over time around the source of their support. Entering the enmeshment of food, clothing, medical support, schooling and assistance is an archaic No Birth Control Policy from Rome afar, which prohibits Birth Control, Condoms and other common sense tools and devices that would otherwise normally be used.

     The resulting population expansion in diverse areas and pockets of the world comes to exceed the resources in those areas and famines & disease create scenes of disease and horror.  The overall quality of life is reduced. The Rain forests come to be consumed as population levels surpass the region's capacity for support and imbalance begins, and those eco-cycles set in imbalance perpetuate out of balance further.   And as conflict begins over control of these dwindling resources; bullies and warlords yield to exploitation and greed, partaking in war, chaos and death, suffering comes to replace all that was known until some sweeping cataclysm renews the cycle.

Why?

     Some outsider accusations may bear some merit. The political influence of the Vatican disproportionately expands the volume of unnatural population growth; (an advantage in political poles, voting and in securing seats of power) to then live and dwell in poverty or parish. Those good efforts of the Church and missions are blessed in the sight of God, but the policy must change from its unyielding stance. The values of Virginity should be upheld for the longest extent possible through the support of the Church, remembering that the initial purpose of sex is for reproduction and that God has made it a pleasure best enjoyed in heterosexual marriage. Also the first experiences of a Virgin in marriage are least enjoyed with a condom.

     Who says you can't be Catholic and be Pro-Abortion?

     A Stab In The Eyes? This Is Not A Heretical Attack Upon The Unified Catholic Body And Soul. There is the need for a Stark Refreshening of Catholic-based No Birth Control Policy and I realize I’m being very loud is a normally quiet place.  In 2009 I agree with the positions expressed on the Vatican’s own TV; EWTN against artificially implanted embryos and the further complications therein which can lead to a forced abortion decision –if the implanted fertilized egg then slips down into the woman’s tubes and grows outside the cervix. Also I relate my opinion that where this aspect of nature has not been granted naturally; it should not be forced and I suggest adoption. Lets care for what we have now and help today’s children survive with population balance planning for the future.

     The issues of accepting contraception & condom usage differ from the next phase of pro-choice acceptance. Often mixed they have evaded direct discussion and acceptance of the obvious for too long. Under the guise of philanthropy; a shell of veiled ignorance of fact and control elements by archaic conservatives continue and the world comes to be flooded with people.

     Other visions also conveyed a desire to (reassess with options to); drop many other aesthetic and hypocritical acts in services, (re-evaluating today's health atmosphere vs; the Spiritual gain believed to be attained from Ring Kissing, and those bio-contact issues), but emphasizes the freedom of choice of man. Each option in worship ceremonies was found within acceptable leeway and almost nothing new is ruled out, nor the antiquated; prohibited.

     The themes in some revelations were almost sultry, but were par as this ministry would appear to flow with targeted demographic groups; The Lost Lambs as so to speak, and that this ministerial product is something that these will come and find and then buy. Others would find it refreshing or not need it. (Any profits go into a 501C for the homeless and I saw that profits in this fall on the poor and homeless as if I would be appointed their guardian and keeper and further that this would be an ongoing growing scene) consistent with the role of a supervisory manager of trusts.

     Herein is a greater simplification of understanding and thus, the unlocking of broader understanding of the One Great Universal God brought to mankind by Jesus of Nazareth 2000 years ago from the facades, dogma and clutter mankind has placed upon this One Great God.    "The Name Of Jesus Tailspin" comes to mind; a big loud boisterous show and vexatious diversion from the peaceful spirit residing within each and every living soul on Earth leaving young questions unanswered and emptiness in prayer amidst motifs of deadening-uniformity.  

     This is the timbre of the new lessons and contrasting perspectives presented in this ministry, which helped me unwind and navigate around seemingly unfathomable obstacles in life and share;

    I remember and can articulate my experiences in more than a dozen major visions and visitations, appearing with often-recognizable spiritual overtones; spiritual characterizations and visitors. These were spiritual gifts to me in the form of messages. I comfort in the knowledge that the Truth contained in them shall survive me and be shared. There is a sense there are to be some major events in Rome soon.

     I saw my appearance in flow with the demographic group unto whom I am sent to deliver this Gospel and Hope & relief through the knowledge that each and every human soul is a piece of Jesus, and within each soul lies the gateway to direct communications with God. “There is No need for a Vicar to represent me. “ The Lord said to me in a 2005 vision. Yet the scene observed in Pope Benedict’s 2009 Middle East tour revealed the his non-apathetic philanthropy, warmth and demeanor as the leader and spokesperson of the Roman Catholic Body, a great body and force employed in constructing the building blocks of peace wherever he went.  

        “When as few as Three Gather In My Name” is a far, far more powerful motif than people realize. Meanwhile the hecklers clamor and mock, “this is not The Gospel, but a psycho with a bunch of spooks on board” and others, “Pope Benedict Arnold” in rhymsical chorus.  (I reply; NO and deny having the lack of imagination/reality differentiation abilities, nor have I sub-standard Global Assessment Functioning levels. Am I Paranoid? Are you expecting 1500 words to avoid getting pinned under DSM-3B definitions? NO; there are apparent similarities to some of the [21]- criterion elements listed in DSM-3b’s definitions, but with intact/reality all are denied as insufficient and lacking in subject matter). 

     The Lord goes with you and is always within reach and when we tune in with him, with our own God-given Spirit; a flow of spiritual counseling helps us overcome the obstacles and distractions we find in life. My personal prayer I say many times daily, whenever I encounter stress:

          Lord:      

   Displace all of the evil surrounding me with your Holy Ghost. (Then I repeat it); Lord, Jesus of Nazareth, please displace all of the evil which surrounds me with your Holy Ghost and fill my soul with your Spirit, Amen.

    In the time it takes to say that twice the Spirit has done so and my prayerful flow continues. Remaining Distracters include lusts and wasteful-ness which I’m able to control. “Never add to Negatives,” for this is the Devil’s tool for depriving us of life’s rewards. What Starts Positive - Rolls Positive, What Starts Negative - Rolls Negative, avoid empowering spikes of anger and spite, allow them to fall upon a vacuum of emptiness and dissipate. Think positive – share and share alike.

God & Gay People

     This author is agnostic and states for the public record the belief and practice that marriage and marital relations are between a man and woman, but after being on the butt-end of an intended Gay Hate Crime, I feel like I've been nailed to a proverbial, but painful cross over the whole Gay Bashing issue and I'm not inclined to rally any mobs.  I believe "Gay" is a "Gender Identity Issue" not always a Disorder as defined in DSM-IV.  -Not natural, nor condoned by God and with a sense that Jesus turns his face away from the sight of some of the sexual acts.      Asked; "What if I'm Catholic (or protestant) and I'm Gay, where am I?"

          The words of the Lord were;

"The wages of Sin are Death."

These wages are paid in bacterium;

     The bio-mechanism transmitter of AIDS, Hep, & V.D., of all types, all elements reducing the quality of life while drawing nearer the Day and Hour of one's Death. That's the Truth, which is The Law of God and what happens when one ventures away from that law is a personal issue to resolve within.    Jesus of Nazareth in his day didn't have any way of describing microscopic bacterium, which brought an ugly premature death and scars to those given to their lust and practice. 

     Terms like: micro-scopic didn't exist and were unconceivable to man for 17 to 18 more centuries to come. Tragedy occurs when younger people skirt adult supervision and guidance, then get involved and hurt in adult themes and the worst of what we as a society hope to avoid flies up in our faces in full force.

          The key to resolving this mystery has always been progressively one step ahead of mankind for the millenniums before and after the words of Jesus of Nazareth's until expanding scientific capability enabled man to begin curing these chastising nuisances like syphilis, gonorrhea, staph, genital warts & etc., wrapping most of the worst ones up over the turn of the century into the 1940s' & 50s'.  Then after about a generation or so, came a period entering the 60s' when mankind, having these diseases conquered became decadent once again and drifted away from God into the 70s' when a brand new strain of bacterium appeared: AIDS.  Decades of mankind's efforts since have slowed it down a bit to find the disease has since mutated, yet progressively remaining one step ahead of mankind. Keeping in check, his decadence with the penalties and wages of Sin, consistent with any Anal bacteria or where any Blood is exchanged, especially Anal area bacteria of any type which comes in contact with the mouth, between Men & Women, through any connection, even in heterosexual practice; the Road To Calamity is graphic but true.

     Any time sexual contact takes place; bacteria are exchanged, including even DNA. Sex is a biological function between two organisms of the same species.

     When a man sleeps with a man, is he damned?

     I've found nothing to change the original message of Jesus Christ, but I cautiously encroach in questioning a sense that condemnation is now voided and simply resolved into issues of bacteria exchange and safety in practice. I sensed strongly that The Lord shields his face from the sight of the practice, but once again I feel as though I've been nailed to a cross over this bashing issue to a point to where felonies were committed upon that premise. Heaven forbid the sexual exposure of a juvenile or Nursing on Dad? A no-no with clear definition, but noted are the pockets of peace shared in same sex partnerships and often –exemplary compliance with Departments of Social Services’ Innuendos, requirements, protocols and common standards of decency and practice.

    Protective practices may save human lives but unprotected anal sex is a SIN.  Sinners must have a lot of internal conflicts and questions of; "Will I burn in Hell if I'm Gay?"  ...The wages of sin are death including the shortening of one's days through disease or conditions of shortness of breath from inhaling smoke into the lungs, too; (tobacco/marijuana & etc) and underdeveloped smoking practices.  SIN has been defined as; the act of consciously or knowingly choosing something which is harmful to one's self or society and VICE has been defined as; Sub-consciously choosing the same. Smoking is more of a Vice which degrades the quality of life over a long extended period, destroying or compromising part of the body, the vessel containing life and allowed by one to coexist as a parasite dulling desires to expand and realize any gains.  Once the body has ceased, no preclusion is made (here) as to how St. Peter might then find their soul in Judgment. Further counseling might bring one to weigh how much of life is displaced by either; smoking or Gay issues and which of life’s gains remain unfulfilled as a result? I recall in my personal Eye of God Experience in the early 80s’ -the seemingly absolute decree against smoking. I sinned thereafter, even after the magnitude of that powerful personal experience I was forgiven in 2005 and I saw a realistic preview of physically how many years were left in my life, either 6 or 12; smoking or non-smoking, I guess: 2011 or 2016, maybe, ( a peek); I’d see 2021 maybe.

Whenever the Lord’s done with me –not sooner – not later.

     Marijuana... A medicine; It silences those who cry for it providing relief from pain but, the Black-Market’s low-grades-only available under Prohibition and the under-developed methods of smoking creates other lung disorders & compromises and so shortens the lives of those who want its benefit; an Opiate-free alternative remedy for life's pains. I realize this has sort of a Constantine-like elitist apathetic roll-off to it, but it's the truth; Prohibition is the larger problem with Marijuana, assuring only the lower, high-tar grades enter a full size unregulated market. I note that governments “Fail to regulate” when they prohibit an industry of this magnitude in society, usually aided by monopolized press and media. Corruption and prison for profit motifs have turned me against the support for enforcement of Marijuana laws and added fear.

    Prohibition is a control tool of the prejudice with their massive prison apparatus that deprives the common man of peace and dignity, keeping the poor under a societal glass ceiling and a profitable but unconscionable scenario in cycle; found in state sanctioned R.I.C.O. organizations. Refined Cocaine is a manmade plague, which leaves a trail of dead bodies all the way up the continent to its destination, where it then cripples all who touch it. Our government fails to regulate when it prohibits; I recommend research into returning to (Taxed) coca leaf products and leave the refined power still as illegal as Hell, so the same with METHAMPHETAMINE: another man-made plague which displaces high-grade Marijuana due to Drug War economics.

     “Refinement” is the evil word and outlawed process! The worst latter-day plagues are being made by man himself! When a common relatively worthless weed and herb gets converted into an Injectable white-powder over 1000-times the strength God intended for it to be; crime ensues as it’s worth a bootleg fortune, also willful abuse and high dosage levels can result in (loosened moods and susceptibility), cause birth defects and chromosome damage as well as lower thresholds for high-risk sex practices and exposure/susceptibility to new infections. The so-called Black-Market is the Devil’s store and franchise, LTD, maintained by the iconic failure of a social innuendo by the same who support Prohibition and thus Fail-To-Regulate.  Drugs, alcohol and/or tobacco use during pregnancy can cause birth defects, low birth weight and/or the infant to suffer full—force withdrawals upon their birth.

    …Woe unto those who inhabit the Earth, for terrible latter-day plagues have been unleashed upon you. The riders of Death and Hades roam free, like wildfire as the sirens of Hell wail their song:

    “… Crack Baby, Crack Baby, Cry All Night.   …Mommy and Daddy’s gona fry all night.”          …It needs more lyrics written…

    This author, as a minister has found no new revelations, communications or visions changing any of what Jesus of Nazareth originally said but again I feel I've been nailed to a cross (or have really suffered) over this bashing issue and I recognize it as I've previously described. The Two Edged Sword of Truth prevails and pays the wages, which draw nearer one's day of passing into eternal life where Saint Peter will be the ultimate judge.  Today's Drug War interferes in this manner with this balance of nature cycle that extends the lives of those unhealthy beyond their days. The days of Jesus of Nazareth found the World filled with few and today finds it nearly filled up and church policies still geared up into the status of runaway explosive expansion and the same old archaic wheels creaking away in the human-puppy mills.  

    ...Judgment day might include all things surrounding the person's character and virtues, all of the situations throughout that person's life and how or whether that soul's habits & practices led to an early grave for themselves or misleading others or maybe whether they’d extinguished themselves and would live eternally with their self inflicted mortal wound. Some studies show that when male and female rat pairs are concentrated, mammals have a tendency to reduce or control their over-population. Noting that the ratio of homosexual practice appears more proportionately in cities (or colonies) of mammals according to their sprawl and population density.

     Don't know personally what St. Peter will say as I haven't been across that threshold yet, don't know what the final judgment would be, but remember now the words long ago of one repentant man who shared the revelation he received from his experience that, "Jesus comes now as your savior and next he will come as your judge." I'm not really Gay, (by all of the sleaziest definitions each mind is capable of generating), but bear the scars of a small handful of hateful White Sepulcher Rednecks within local law enforcement over a 34-year period who are responsible for our family's Holocaust and this entire mess.  Most offensive were whom I'd call wicked Jack Masons -for lack of a better term.  Each living soul is a piece of the living Holy Ghost and the gateway is found inside each heart. While cultural lines are homogenous, spiritual lines are seamless and there are those who respect spiritual boundaries and those who do not.

     In one sending it was revealed that churches should open the doors to Gay people and share their strength and insight on the truth of Sin. I saw this in a sense that some churches would open their doors, literally and that others might just put up a sign down the street, but that's OK too. I saw it as the duty of Christians to make sure this difference and distinction is never lost.

       Accordingly; the Truth IS The Law of God and cannot Condone all the Acts in same sex practice, nor tolerate all of the subsequent acts in these households such as an infant nursing on Dad and not knowing the difference. Biblical history shows that after a generation or two passes and these unbridled, open, accepted social cultures flourish, these civilizations or groups experience some cataclysmic event as in Sodom. The City of Sodom just vanished somewhere, no one is sure what ever happened or where it is. Possibly under the present day Dead Sea, a good place for such a city one would think, burying it in myth as well. A Sea into which rivers flow and the water level never rises...  It just went away and nobody seemed to miss it. ...An ongoing subject of historical novel and curiosity millenniums later; Satan tempts one to devour their own flesh…

 …They aligned and pestered daily from age 17 to age 43 when I independently began figuring out what's up. Over time, referencing me they’d developed and incorporated Gay phraseology into their standard derogatory language format and in singing pre-school level obscene rhymes. …”Too obscene to repeat” and so on, off and on all day, usually co-existing every single day of life from these aligning Devil-Jacks.  These vanguards displayed the most predominating (stereotype-setting) things and acts noted of their mysterious dark arts. The timbre coming from beneath the shadow of their Grail is wicked indeed; the voices of Satan, I thought for decades, sometimes in Old English, always in slander; the term “faggot” was heard a lot by my second wife along with nicknames like "Lamb Chops" or “Goldilocks” in a very vicious way.  They were out here with big game rifles in 1993 in an extended 3-day Manslaughter attempt.

    I suffered partial memory loss after that incident, having WW-1 Shell-Shock type tremors 18-months later, but recall possibly having been molested as a juvenile or early teen and suspect stories may have spun off of that (not by parents). Belief remains that other Biblical slander may have been implanted into NCIC records, which sicken all who read it, which the wicked might now unveil. Maybe it was jealousy or avarice over father’s little spread out here, little bigger, better location, etc., than their little spread and due to the early success of my father’s dairy & Due to my appearance: Gay rumors, hazing leading up to a textbook Hate Crime and another brand new collusion by the same perps 15-years later when this book was announced; I nearly served 18-months time in local prison on a textbook frame-up when I prepared this textbook for release.

    Through the mid-80s’ we worked framing construction and American Indian housing subcontracts until I came back and moved a mobile onto the premises, it had been broken and entered into before even being set up and they were out here standing on top of our vehicles at 3:00 AM clicking shutters and giggling. Pick-n-Choose, Pick-n-Choose, they chose us on more than 400-counts over the years during our presence in the community for personnel training, prompting us to attain night gear to look them over and it had a pinhole lens cover for daytime use. You won’t believe what we saw on top of our flat-roofed cowshed through that pinhole… When I watched that crew set up this pyramid, I had no idea at the time I was looking at $6.3 or $6.8 Billion in classified patents or Army missile command equipment off Cheyenne Mountain’s security or maybe off of a Pikes Peak missile battery, nor the slightest idea what was going to happen to us, or that 8-days later we’d be formally transferring custody of our son.

    Devil-Jacks: Proud chested, 50s' style Roy Rogers type, shallow, redneck crusts of men.  When somebody new comes along; some new kid or someone, when they spot them, they gaze... They align and maintain presence to find the threshold where that person is bothered, then they use alignment as a weapon in a war of attrition, some days; 4, others more, first thing in the morning from age 17 to 43 every single day of life... They gazed like their Angus Herefords at home, seeing if simply their presence will bother them first, then go from there. Pick-n-Choose, Pick-n-Choose, don’t know what you did, but you’d better stop.

    These are the so-called guardians of the Trust, those who keep it in secret, as their secret, so over-protected, it’s worse than useless for all except some psychotic pranks and the world’s most psychotic jokes. What they did with it to people they didn’t like, almost like Joseph’s wicked brothers, as a spiritual tool kept in darkness now surfaces in its full force, like a cork which has been held under water for decades and decades by an eclectic force which has now been slightly neglected for a while and has since diminished or dissipated enough that it has been just a few inches under the surface for several years now, still stagnating and miserable, in a status of decay.

    All for the sake of these Old Western Style, armed Jack-Mason trespassers in some areas and rich priggish fraternity organizations in cities; the ecclesiastical powers of this “Sacred Trust” have been hidden away in the shadows where even prayer fails, beyond the span of lifetimes and memories. Excerpts from Mother Teresa’s letters received in a recent e-mail touched me, written in the dark ages of the 1950s’:

      "Lord, my God, who am I that you should forsake me? The child of your love and now become as the most hated one, the one You have thrown away as unwanted, unloved. I call, I cling, I want and there is no One to answer, no One on Whom I can cling, no, No One. Alone . . . I am told God loves me and yet the reality of darkness & coldness & emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul."

    …Not a prayer for receiving any answer Sister; Those who continue to hoard the Grail and its code; (How It works), those priggish, rich frat clubs are preoccupied with worldly concerns, “I’ll race my Ferrari against your Porsche over to the country club any day, chump.” …Their –Hottest- topics involve getting a private remote-activated traffic turn light put in on the Boulevard for their exclusive racket ball courts and gym! Debonair, describes them. Ten percent of their income can go to church or charity and still leave the masses yet strangled and wanton and some very decent ones within are unaware of the levels of disdain.   …This is laced with fictional supports here and there – It’s likely there are few such circles…

    When they put their Invisible UV-pyramid on my cowshed, it was like the scene on the movie classic The Wizard Of Oz, where the little dog pulls the curtain and exposes the smoke and mirror show. Uncovered was a masons and military secret Trust of a shared resource. In my teen pro-spirit Christian mindframe I thought they were the Devil from age 17 through age 43 as these (called: Black-Jacks in the 30s’) aligned every day and filled every relaxed second with obscene pre-school rhymes chants and blurps, they maintained presence, breathed our air for us, minded our personal business at the atomic level displacing any sense of privacy, had cameras over bed and above the mirrors in bathroom areas and according to impending grand jury witnesses; they crowded around a small monitor, all with a luster in their eye –They got the ZEA busted with their “Diamond Grail” in the open by a licensed radio electronics technician using Soviet manufactured starlight equipment in broad daylight. I guess when one monkeys with the uncle, they become the uncle’s monkey and zoo animal...

    Through a pinhole! Billions in patented intellectual property? Hiatus? My interests in wiretapping led to my continuance into the field of radio/electronics and passing the Technician Class licensing certifications. I’ll watch their sentencing hearings with a luster in my eye at home in HD Theater and I will then recall their laughter as resembling the crackling of thorns under a kettle. 

      Supposedly one of the key perps also wanted me wiretapped afterwards so he could hear me rant and see how close I was getting to them. I could literally feel it when I was watched or surveilled 24X7 for years. They’d hacked or broke into my websites for years, my ISDN went dead during all non-business hours and they’d scrambled the host server’s entry ports and redirected to their sites on other mirror servers, probably in Quantico & NCIC and about 6 other places. I found and recorded 2 different versions of my activist site with dead links or missing parts in a manner that left our family and our story still buried. Files had been rearranged and renamed in my directory and all the .Jpegs could apparently be blanked out. Only photos embedded into page backgrounds worked and nothing was getting out until I was spiritually moved to place a graven image model of their pyramid on the cowshed roof in the Spring of 2005. I also hit around 200- media agencies after January.

     There was a chill and shockwave at first in the neighborhood as our graven-image non-functional model stands out for miles and uuum; since this is now a partial fiction novel and we can gingerly chock in speculation up as we go along; lets say there are classified squatter patents on the intellectual information (for the specific product I saw) having an insured value of $6.3 or $6.8 Billion with a double-indemnity clause and includes any part of these primary & secondary processes;

      (1); The pyramid unit emits a UV Range gauss and (2); oppositely charged personnel stand in the field. They move around with it and have a larger model on a semi/low boy that was parked next to the RV after following us in Coastal-State. Physically displacing images in the sight picture is one of the secondary things it does (which they exploit it for); the main primary thing noted is the psychic or spiritual efficacy surrounding it; an honor worthy, near-supernatural element earning it the title of Sacred Arc or Holy Grail in traditional gentlemen’s orders and stolen from mankind, it should be the central focus of the Catholic or main Churches, which permits the unifying of eclectic souls into one great Pro-God collective power that nice churches tend to foster; then prayers and counseling will flow and displace the vacuum of emptiness and evil. The human aura does even have a 70-milivolt electrical current within, utilized in touch screen applications, such as ATMs and video gaming and playing machines, which has a measurable physical power, which does add up. During the 1980s’ Eye of God experience: Jesus of Nazareth was like a cloud with 440 volts, though not exactly the same comparison.

     Apparently the wizards are too afraid of losing it to use it or do anything but hoard it and with the many little frat group mind pools keyed into it having no themes or motifs in life other than to be in the know and a member of an exclusive, often priggish Porsche vs; Ferrari frat society with a million dollar membership fee: the church applications end up progressively displaced or bumped out, remaining unknown and long forgotten for longer than the spans of lifetimes, even multiple generations, reappearing as a relatively new shock to the unwary as it is exposed to the world by a tortured priest!.

    Always kept hidden away though in fear of losing their secret. Then in contrast are the free-roaming Devil Squads that visited us who screw people up, then cover it up with sealed warrants, posse comitatus reporting failure violations and by getting the local deputy director in trouble if news gets out and so forth. Inside the body of the mass of a pilgrimage in the Vatican for instants or through the powerful body of any modern churches, this could return control of “The Grail” back into the hands of open Christianity and forever out of the shadows of darkness.

     Its glory remaining bound in the shadows, its works –either absent or deployed in contrast to The Will Of The Lord for longer than the span of lifetimes.

    Just think… Sister Theresa verses; The Porsche vs; Ferrari Societies…

    In the cases of people they think have never seen or heard of this before; they swarm in, expose them, place them in a coma-like shock at gunpoint, (using M-14 rifles on us), then seal the case and warrants, leaving the appearance of life-long insanity, all without a trace. I am one of the few, perhaps the only one to have ever lived to tell the story in a book and also have a ministry.

    Inside the mass or a pilgrimage in the Vatican for instants or through the potentially powerful bodies of any modern churches; “The Grail” returned upon its pedestal and into proper perspective; back into the hands of open Christianity will remain forever removed from its shadows and from the hands of those who dwell in darkness. For this is a Gift of Light for all mankind! It has been in the focus of evil and darkness until now, until this hour in time, a time for which this thing has come to pass has matured, so be it…

      The active UV emission is in the same harmonic frequency range as the aura enveloping the human soul and a transparency exists, and when as few as three gather the sum of those three collective souls in unison become one. As this is a powered-charged emission of an extremely tight bandwidth above the ambient light color band like a standing radio wave; I’ve interpolated; a body of collectively aligned Christian souls, in the same harmonious flow, be it three or thirty or three hundred or more can bounce their song and prayer to the ends of the earth into the ears of all mankind through the souls within. The freedom and independence of mankind will stand as long as mankind stands with the truth. Therein is peace.

    I relate a 2005 spiritual vision where I saw the image of a bust of the crowned Pope John Paul 2^nd in the sky in the clouds. He smiled with great confidence and pointed with both hands towards this flat-roof cowshed with the pyramid model and said (spiritually):

… Behold; I will bring the world to your door …

    The active UV emission is at the high end of the same harmonic frequency range as the aura enveloping the human soul and a transparency co-exists and when as few as three gather, the sum of those three collective souls in unison are as one; Threes, Sixes and Nines; A frat-brotherhood rhyme? Instead; The keys to The Kingdom –enjoy.

    As this is a powered-charged emission of an extremely tight bandwidth above the ambient light color band which behaves like a standing radio wave harmonic; I’ve interpolated; a body of collectively aligned Christian souls, in the same harmonious flow, be it three or thirty or three hundred or more can bounce their song and prayer beyond the horizons and unto the ends of the Earth into the ears of all mankind through their living souls within; a separate function from the invisibility aspects. Its high frequency has two functions; invisibility applications and for providing an unmodulated Carrier facilitating prayer-like spiritual clairvoyance, hidden as suspected classified patents overshadow the Trust. 

…Threes, sixes and nines…  Sets one to wonder…

Right now it’s been missing for more than the spans of lifetimes as it remains in the hands and control of these dead-eyed gazers, old 50s’ style Roy Rogers type, proud chested, shallow minded, redneck crusts of men (fictionally) rumored to roar around on desert roads with massive equipment and doze people off the road, leaving them for dead; also leaving Sister Theresa’s prayers unanswered –without a prayer- along with mankind, strangled and destitute for the gain and integrity of naught. Some of them go to church and rip-n-roar the name of the Lord; loud-n-proud, though their church skirts the spiritual nexus and their voices ring hollow and empty unto themselves and to each other.

A Living Open Spiritual Trust

      America is found to be true and pure in the sight of the Lord and is called upon to awaken and behold an open living Spiritual Trust between God and Man. This is an invocation to christen, anoint and bring into recognition; A New Spiritual Trust and Covenant between this great nation and the true Holy Spirit in whom we trust as it is born.

     Jesus has re-embraced a blessing of faith in America in the form of a living church. Reinforcing the strength in the church by uniting its diversities. America’s laws are based upon God’s laws in the Ten Commandments and this is the foundation upon which the nation remains strong and will continue to do so.

     Church and Government are and should always remain separate entities except through a common bond and agreement within an overall Covenant, in that each of their laws are based in & upholding of the truth, and the truth is the law of God. America is endowed with a great blessing and so long as her truths stand her strength shall likewise endure and thus a basis for our shared mutual recognition and bonding is established, for our government is of, by and for its people and thus we are spiritual brethren with these who hold, possess, have and exercise the power of this great nation: One under God. A new open Trust and Covenant is here forth established for men to live by and co-exist within its peace.

     In the 2005 awakening I saw that America's people, land, leaders, ways & means were found good or blessed in God's sight and that God would provide a bridge, beneath which troubled waters will flow.  That bridge is upheld by the Trust of America's people.  America will survive it's woes and there is a sense that time has allowed healing of that which has past and that any remaining force of ill will is found empty & vacant... When we live with the law we live with peace and freedom. One may rebel against only his own peace and freedom. Messages include; “We need now only remain vigilant and we will remain safe.”

     We begin refreshed and renewed with the light of a simplified Gospel, which remembers: Jesus of Nazareth brought mankind the truth that there is but one God; God Almighty, a Universal Spirit of Life comprising the soul of each man, woman and child, as well as animating plants, animals and all forms of life.  Men and women have defined souls, which live eternally. Each living soul is a piece of the overall spirit of life and through this means; we are one and the same in the Eye of God. We are as Defined Sparks in the great bonfire of all collective life on our planet, a hospice, fishbowl/terrarium as so to speak.

    The Gateway to the One Great God Almighty is found within. This ministry hopes to break free today's living God from some of the archaic old molds, misperceptions and confusion the Churches of men have formed over the millenniums, since the prophet Jesus walked among men: Vessels hosting life’s animation in stereotyped molds of Clay, shaped with deadening uniformity. There are different church themes in different areas according to cultural influences, genres and traditions, spread afar, enjoying the many views of life’s splendor, but The Spirit’s always the same in me as in you, too.

     I, Eddy LaBarr present this, but profess that (for some of this), I am not the author, but the messenger, providing an ancillary role, one of servitude in all Spiritual matters. An open window, seemingly through the threshold of daydreams. This is from the culmination of eclectic prayer flow having hundreds and hundreds of reverberations including my own and those, many of which I purport came to me starkly from John Paul 2^nd. Some could utter but a phrase and some could utter but a breath, but with fluent spiritual conveyance and in a way; through a masterpiece of poem and song it was laid out before me how this Brand New Covenant and Trust will come to be established & embraced with great thrust for its merits!

     And this is presented as the refined context & beatitudes of the original prose and wind song of prayer and worship, thus the combined voices of those whose souls bring forth a testament of their true love for America appear here and whose names shall remain forever unknown, but unto God. Shown to me as well is the way God greets each man in a way, which is known, but between man and God and how the prayerful cries from afar can stir nations and move that body.

     The most voluminous collection enjoined in this great-embodied voice... The Spirit knows No Boundaries as it sweeps through the souls of men embedded in their material bodies: Herein is extended an invitation to all for procreation, through the transparency of our common spiritual body in remembrance and honor of The (Living-Today) Spirit Of- Christ for his sacrifices and host of Christianity.

     Another 2005 spiritual vision brought about a sense that The Spirit knows a soul from within and that unless one stands before a mirror there is no recognition (to the Holy Spirit) as to one's color, shape or appearance and further, an indifference or absence of conscientiousness as to what was below the belt in terms of the gender of a soul. In meditation; Often The Spirit would answer with the vocal nuances of a woman in reference to gender and maternal issues. In 2009, the Wind Song of prayer whispered: That material image present in the mirror is self-conscientiousness; how you view yourself - not how the Spirit views you!

     Next time your together, don't burn out on the usual old scripture historical studies thinking the work of God is being satisfied; join your hands and unite in mind and fellowship and Focus in the belief that when as few as (3) gather in this means, the full volume of the Ghost may be found! Focus upon the hands of your healers

… God is truly Color Blind. And knows a soul only from within …

     This Ministry seeks the Lost Lambs and flows within the demographic groups it is intended to address. Some of the musical compositions roll out with very questionable undertones, yet there is a message within which falls upon the right ears. In 2001 our music kicked off with a showcase performance including a song performed in clubs on Hollywood’s Sunset Strip. I predict our marketing will expand. In 2009 my much happier and newest songs were published on: Myspace.Com/toxiczebrarocks as this is being finished.

     Jesus of Nazareth brought mankind the truth that there is but One God. This Ministry reminds us that each and every living soul is a piece of the One, Great God Almighty, and that the spiritual gateway lies within each soul.

     And as the Ministry continues:

       ... My flesh has been bound & delivered unto the wicked for prosecution, where Satan then shall scale an event so tragic that life shall continue only upon a road of darkness and in ruin. I suffered a perpetual frame-up attempt in 2 phases for 2-years straight when this book was announced. Soiled conspirators deliberately U-Turned and stalked every single time I went into our small town, then they faxed in a citation for harassment/stalking of a police officer, which was dismissed for lack of any merit after costing me  $8500 in fees over 2-years.

    The ex-cop/judge acted like the psychopathic liar purported on my site the whole time and attempted to entrap me while in his courtroom. He reared his knuckles and almost climbed over his bench demanding an answer outside the scope of a staged question. Testimony included that I was Soliciting For Prostitution and the nasty District Attorney lady dropped the “F-Bomb” (11)-times.

     I don’t like to intermix this frame-up with any aspect of this spiritual drive, but it flares up and rages in my face and my reflections are of the toilet-level I receive via the prosecutorial bombasting. This is a thing for which the time has come; forever unveiled from secrecy, this will be the brightest spiritual beacon ever seen and almost a mirror image of the event transpiring in the Tower of Babble –where all of mankind shall now forth come into focus upon our shared spirit and common issues in our shared geo-ball fishbowl/terrarium world instead of turning away or being driven away.

Creation

     Adam and Eve established a reference point in time where man as we know today was created, setting life free anew with plants, animals, insects, birds and all living animated material things, Life forms which custom-fit the biosphere this unique planet and delicate host of life offers us suggesting we respect it mutually.

     A life force created this in the visit marking the creation of Adam and Eve in Genesis and is a reference point in time for man still today. An earlier life force brought this biosphere; dinosaurs and reptile creatures custom designed for the known, next 12-Million year swamp period.

     ...Perhaps there were also Neanderthal type creatures for them to chase and feed on? (Like in the movie; One Million BC).  Not sure about that, but this beast man needed no thinking cap to live in the environment of his era.

     No Trigonometry, No Internet during that period. This was a beast/man with neither the abilities nor conscientiousness of separating human/beast practices, including the sexual interactions between beasts, which are common between beasts, but inappropriate between men.

     Evidence shows a sweeping appearance of pyramids during the same time frame in Egypt and with the Aztecs and to some extent in Asia. The Buddha is somewhat of a circular conical structure with graduating rings to its higher states where man's image of face and mind predominate the top, or upper parts. There are some indications of extra-terrestrial life force visitations and gifts of pyramid tech about the same time in different parts of the globe. Perhaps honoring something displayed to them or maybe they were extended the gift of its understanding and modeled it into their themes, culture and art form; building as well maybe a little more legacy here than deserved back then.

     Then the temporal appearance of Jesus of Nazareth, again setting a date in time, a reference point and a standard today, also bringing mankind into acceptance of the One Universal God precept, surviving today; (One-God) Shall ye find eternal life. Refreshing this principle today with a call to unite in unison and focus into this One Great Spirit of Life, common in us all. The Gateway lies inside and every soul is the same inside. There is as much of the Ghost in thee as in me and each of our souls are as sparks of a great bonfire of life or like defined drops of water in an ocean.

     This Ministry today brings into remembrance the ultimate sacrifice of Jesus of Nazareth in delivering this gift of truth, refreshes it from man's archaic molds since, augments it with simplification and helps establish The Inner Gateway precept as this one single spirit common in us all is found within. For God has hidden himself in deepest darkness, by simply incorporating himself within every living animated material thing within this fish/tank biosphere which hosts us all, this Ocean of Life itself IS God; collectively we are one. There are those who are conscientious of this and whose prayers are answered and there are those who are not conscientious and whose prayers are empty.

     During this later time frame began Atomic Bomb testing and so began the manmade means of creating irreparable atmospheric damage, (another latter-day plague perhaps?) Meritorious authors of this day reveal need for concerns and conscientious-ness and in questioning global warming and I agree, asserting population imbalance issues. Even concerns that the curve comes sooner and steeper, also though with a stand back and refresh sense that we are observing normal planetary changes at work, which are bigger than both of us and attempting to avert these by altering ourselves.

     Man now comes to know secrets kept under the shadow of darkness and long known only in darkness and myth.

REINCARNATION

     The Spirit of Life is likened to a great bonfire wherein we are as sparks of this great bonfire and the souls of man are defined and continue thereafter for all of eternity within the warmth of the bonfire as a continuing image of their life while walking on Earth, free of material bounds.  There positively IS life after death.

     There is usually a period of sleep after the passing of one's material flesh. A period of rest in which there is no sense of time whatsoever and from which the awakening is as though only a second has passed, whether tens of thousands of years or the twinkling of an eye. Plants, birds, fish, grass, animals and all other living things are occupied by what I call Spirit Wind which fills and animates a form which has no defined soul, so after it dies its matter just deteriorates or passes after its brief life cycle, Spirit Wind simply dissipates without its once material form, while the form of a man retains its distinction or definition.

    I saw in a vision here the passing of the soul of Pope John Paul 2^nd during the middle of the period between when he lapsed into unconsciousness and the moment his heart stopped beating and that his heart was kept beating in those final moments by Spirit Wind which animates the grass, trees, birds, fish and animals. The Spirit Wind also occupied the crushed body of Princess Diane after her crash during those last moments. I witnessed the breathtaking Ascension of her soul in a spiritual vision I purport as having been shared by John Paul 2^nd.

     Does Man then come back in some cycle and then is there predictability to that cycle?  That's unknown to me, but I'll share a dream I had a long time ago:

     The scene was in the future and looked like old Ocean bed, maybe the Atlantic where some of the previous tools and scattered implements existed from today's era and small villages existed as they did in times before Christ. Small groups of animals, peaceful setting...  A paradise of sorts and the volume of the Earth’s waters were apparently suspended in a cloud belt. The temperature was perfect all day and night, uniform and the same on the Equator as on the poles…

     There was a cliff nearby one village which kept having landslides and after several years enough had slid away that there was a rusted out metallic hull exposed, which was unknowingly a Soviet Submarine caught at sea when maybe the poles of the Earth apparently had rotated, so the setting is anywhere from 350-400 years to 1200-1500 years from today.  (No accurate means of prediction and it was not shown to me; I see only things that are shown to me).

    The perspective in this dream was as in life today, without a trace of knowledge or conscientious-ness from any perceptible previous life.

     One of the tools remaining was a blowtorch and in the dream I'd blown a hole through the outer hull, then through the inner hull and entered the control room to find the crew pruned in their seats and a musty smell. (That was the sequence in the dream and we know how dreams seem to slip from one scene to another and how impractical obstacles are un-noticed. I think the torch was the small hand size used by plumbers in houses. There was this surrealism about it; maybe the metal had decayed just right, stirs the imagination, doesn’t it?) Cruising through the entire ship everything it had was free to take including all of their strange weapon-looking devices and/or any still functional tools or anything which stirred curiosity. People were just going in and out of this unsealed submarine like it was a new tour exhibit in their park. No one knew what it was for or even what an ocean was and the language, charts, maps, books, displays, devices and labels appeared alien and the people in a sense were like dumb sheep.

     In the dream, after looking everything over I went back in the radio room, unscrewed and removed 2 rack mounted Digital Encriptation Scrambler units used for their communications. Totally useless outside of their settings and applications on their Com rack, plugged into their harness and electrical supply.  These units usually have in the range of 720 Quadrillion possible key codes in it's Encriptation process; (I somehow knew this).  Totally useless and having no application in the primitive village time-setting in the dream, but for a time 300-1000 years in the past or for another 4000 years in the future when the planet would again be filled with the numbers of men, war would become a necessary evil for a brief time and its technology would develop before the beginning of another global cycle. War can be compared to Fire in its nature in that it erupts out now and then and here and there. Sometimes tendered into a great blaze by many men and other times just sporadic & fugal. It roars with discontent until its animus or resources are depleted.

    The group in the dream was planted by apparently the same life force that planted Adam and Eve 1000s’ of years earlier in today’s life cycle.

        *Now lets refresh our perspective as one from which we are able to see the end of that scenario from the beginning and its potentials.

     Of all the things on that ship to take that was chosen, maybe it was the neat color of the buttons that made it interesting enough to take back to my hut as a plaything or something. Then once outside its crypt a change swept the air and life as it was always known was never the same ever again.  Thereafter began another chapter, which never materialized as I woke up, apparently to materialize for my next of kin.

    ...If one thinks of the poles of the Earth rotating and ocean bottom exposed again as dry land, that underwater vegetation could refresh the atmosphere in a relatively short period of time, exposing coral reefs and their beauty then as the landscape of that new age. Exactly when or if this day shall come to pass, no man knows and it was not shown to me, but the builders of the hive of mankind shall live on with the menders and healers, the helpers and their kind and those destroyers apparently got left behind the last time or simply weren’t known again.  It may have been a periodic climatic change, then a shifting of the planet’s water on the surface that leads to polar rotation, evinced by findings such as mammoths being found in Siberia with tropical vegetation in their stomachs. There are some indications in the previous era Earth’s true axis points are in the Bermuda Triangle and oppositely in the South Pacific.

    The Genesis –era may have ended or changed with a cloud belt surrounding the Earth evaporating; raining for 40-days and nights, all continents show a sedimentary layer consistent with a global flood stage in the same time period and sea shell fossils appearing on land. There was no explanation to me for the dream, we know how dreams are, but a year or so later I looked back on this dream with a sense that the planet periodically undergoes changes and the Life-Force that planted Adam and Eve and all of the colorful fully developed varieties of birds, animals and plants, then returns and in one rotation or so of the planet, attracts up All Of Its Like Kind and pulls out and lets the planet do its thing, then comes back and replants the things which were found pro-positive at some point hundreds or thousands of years later when the planet is all settled down into a nice balanced geo-ball and hospice once again and this process repeats then over and over and over. It appears there’s some tradition or initiation where they have to stand around naked as Jay birds at first until they figure things out!

     After it pulls out there may be clouds of acid rain or solid ice for an age; maybe 800-1000s’ of years or our atmospheric shield ends up stripped or with a hole and a single rotation of the planet then ends all life remaining behind while the daytime temperature is around 250 degrees above and 250 below at night with lethal radiation. You won’t want to get left behind, not much of a lustful Hell… Might only last a 24-hour period, which I suppose could fall within the connotations of forever, (unlike the Hell portrayed in Dante’s Inferno where all of the local politicians got roasted… Life’s only certainties are Death and Taxes).

    Direct exposure to the Sun for that single rotation could be compared with the biblical phraseology; Fire from The Alter and all of the planet’s waters could (possibly) be boiled up into a cloud belt, enveloping our World in a healing vapor, even accelerating her recovery and fulfilling the promise of a New World, (a bright concept that just came to mind! Stirs the imagination, doesn’t it?) Is your house out on stilts on the bay today or is your city built on the terraces of a currently peaceful oceanic sloshing basin? The water reclaimed that which was below sea level in New Orleans where man had decadently built as if with cofferdams. Silly! Maybe a clever realtor could interest you in investing in a designer cofferdam community out in the gulf! Taxpayer’s monies are always on hand to bail it out!

     As an early 19-20 year old adult I was praying one night in the small town of Cornville Arizona at a spiritual retreat near the river and asked the spirit to let me see Heaven as a child might. I felt a gentle hand lifting me through a 20-minute spiritual ascension gradually upward for several minutes to a elevation seemingly far above the clouds just above the outer edge of our atmosphere where I saw groups of geometrical spheres which were as if each were filled with a life force comprised of many souls, overlapping into each other, seamless in that respect, all souls seeming to have this unison, harmonic & radiant dreamy –flowing away smiles contained within physical geo-spherical bodies with hexagon, honeycombed or geometrical shaped panels which looked which were thick and protective, as if made of 4 to 6 foot thick interlocked timber or material with similar space age properties. Their dimensions were unclear and they hovered in clusters of a dozen or so and their numbers staggered away from sight in an endless sparkling Stellar sweep! As this vision ended, I’d had a good look and descended over a half hour or more time frame.

    I definitely believed then and now there exists a Heaven, like any true blue 19-20 year old believer –going on 50. I had lots of experiences in that learning age where I would be reading a bible, I’d just grab it; just open it up and be drawn to a line or paragraph. I’d ponder that and spiritual discourse would begin and grow and I’d envision the picture the text conveyed, then I’d arrive at another question and again open the book to another Old Testament page where the lines of 2-paragraphs or so would glow or light up and that answer came, therein that particular lesson reflecting the rebelliousness of Israel before their dissipation.  Much of that early 20’s timeframe was devoted into the messages contained in the Old Testament history and many precepts were learned as I kneaded the prose of King David as my preferred entertainment.

  I always ended up back in the Book of Psalms in David and Solomon’s theater, also enjoying the historical structure & platform Books of Ecclesiastes, Judges & New Testament along with the other studies acquired as a properly raised church-going teen at the Christian Churches in my hometown. My bible and my dictionary have been close through all of this. There was almost a spirit cloud surrounding the preparation of this literary composure.

COLORBLIND

The Lord is colorblind and knows a soul only from within.

There comes a time when all flesh shall come to pass

And the soul shall emerge into the realm of the unknown

Where that which was dust shall return to the Earth as it was

And that which belongs to the Holy Ghost shall return to its host.

A Holy Alignment of all of the churches of man, of all races, creeds and colors is seen being brought about within the scope of this ministry. Further lines of common spiritual recognition were seen crossed between Christianity, the Hindus and the Buddhists in time.

The Spirit of The Holy Ghost knows NO Boundaries.

It's ones conscientiousness of whom they are and of their self-perception of themselves that matters.

I have found the Soul of the Church

The Heart and Soul of our Lord Jesus Christ

In Abundance - with No Boundaries.

The Gateway is found within each and every soul.

We are as one spiritually

Every soul is the same inside as each soul is a defined spark of a great bonfire of life. The Lord hears the wind song and prayer in men’s hearts with no credit to color, gender or shape. God blesses All the same, All Men Are Called To Unite As One.

Bring into focus the hands of your healers and miracles maybe beheld as in the fold of Saint Peter by those who believe to have and exercise that moving force.

JESUIT

     Do I identify with the term; Jesuit or consider myself to be Jesuit?

     My dictionary defines the term; Jesuit, as having 1 primary meaning and 3 secondary meanings with (depending upon how one counts them; around 23 or so sub meanings –(some are highlighted):

     A member of a Roman Catholic religious order (‘Society of Jesus’) founded by Ignatius Loyola in 1534; also, a Crafty, Intriguing, or Equivocating person (in allusion to the methods commonly ascribed to the order by it’s opponents).

     Three definitive terms are included in the definition of Jesuit;

     1)                   Crafty:

     My dictionary defines the term; Crafty as:

     Possessing or displaying craft;   skillful (archaic);    skillful in devising or executing underhanded or evil schemes.

     2)                   Intrigue (Intriguing – adv):

     My dictionary defines the term Intrigue as:

     I.     To entangle, perplex; see intricate.]  To entangle or involve in intricacies or complications (now chiefly as representing a French use: as; a highly intrigued drama); hence, to trick or cheat,  (obs. or rare);  also, to bring or force by intrigue or underhanded machinations (as to intrigue a person into or out of office);  to puzzle;  excite the curiosity or interest of by puzzling, novel, or otherwise arresting qualities (as, a mystery, subject, idea or suggestion intrigues one);  loosely, to take the fancy of (as, a picture or a hat intrigues one);  sometimes to beguile (into) by appealing to the curiosity, interest of fancy (as, to be intrigued into reading a book).

     II.     intr.      To use underhanded machinations, or seek to accomplish designs by plotting or crafty contrivance (as, “it was known or suspected that he was intriguing against his colleagues”:  Lecky’s Hist of Eng. In the 18^th century,” i.);   also; to carry on a clandestine amour or illicit intimacy.-  in-triguing (adv).

     3)                   Equivocal (Equivocating;  adv):

     My dictionary defines the term Equivocal as:

Having different meanings equally possible,  as a word or phrase; susceptible of double interpretation;  ambiguous; hence of uncertain significance  (as, an equivocal proof);  doughtful, also of doughtful nature or character  (as,  “Unfinished things, one knows not what to call, Their generation’s so equivocal”:  Pope’s Essay on criticism,”  1943);  questionable, dubious, suspicious.

     “Jesuit” sounds like a designer term comprised by the scholars of the day; containing and Shepardizing all intellectually ambiguating terms existing in the language of their day, (later English), for application upon the dissenters of the authority of The Church in Rome. The Jesuits united in token opposition and were never ever able to effectively overcome all of the snares & spins in this definition enough to break free from under its emburdenment.

     The Church, also -mixed- as the governing body often then would exercise it's military arm in protecting itself and roll the heads of those dissenters possessing an intellectual level meeting exceeding or even matching the deadening uniformity of The Church's socialistic structure. Perhaps the smarter heads were removed for examination and dissected to see why they were so smart, almost like on the movie; Planet of The Apes  “…Why was this head so smart?”

     Deadening Uniformity, an example:  societal stagnation usually brought about by poor communications: a stalling of societal impetus and thrust; an autonomic quashing of any new precept or revolutionizing idea or ideology or necessary adjustments or etc., which might come along and be introduced are likely to encounter their expiration in either an Iso-Jesus or an Exo-Jesus pigeon-hole, where it then falls subject to the endless and exhausting cycles and layers of archaic dogmatism contained within those old pigeon hole formats and the scrutiny of the unknowing. All forward drive gets derailed or rendered nil as the same old repetitive cycles creak on and on with antiquity through the generations and millenniums. Iconoclast! Their title does not foreshadow God’s judgment!

     MY ANSWER: According to the definition: NO, however the same spirit fills both and many good are found without titles and recognition of their personal designations. I adhere to a Lutheran, Methodist and Second Adventist format and relay messages!

     Intrusive Ministries are the most offensive and least effective ministries

     We all love to share our spiritual views, but there is a point where boundaries need to be defined as to what comprises a Good and Effective Ministry and what comprises a Nuisance and Distraction. The Name Of Jesus Tailspin propels cliques into psychotic fervor, turning men into characters who swarm out of massive facilities into the community pounding on doors and pestering. These misguided study the teachings in the Bible where the original Apostles walked over the known Earth at that time bringing mankind out of pantheism and into focus on the One Great God Almighty, which Jesus of Nazareth brought into perspective. They then pack into their mini van and act like they are missionaries or apostles, driving to the known reaches of the County, treating folks living in the outlying areas of the County as though they were Heathens they'd just stumbled upon who'd never been exposed to Christianity before, or if one has at some point in their life known Christ, then they attempt to unmoor one from every perception of the Holy Ghost they've ever known and to bring them into their AAA psychotic tailspin...

     Not picking on any one specific Collective Hive of Christianity but a Good Ministry takes only One Minute: The gateway Is Found Within Each Living Soul and were all the same inside. “Are we worse than useless they ask me?” Too harsh to be my disposition and/or clementure; AWAKEN –yourselves, your so-called outreach begins with yourselves; stop being rude if rejected and if you don’t have anything pro-positive to comment –then don’t say anything, leave and desist without  -puncturing!

     Now while I don't like being bashed, we don't like having our day punctured by those who insult under the premise of a Christian Ministry. We don't like being told to "dry up" every time there is some statement or answer, which is disagreed with.  ...No, no idiots, All music is not necessarily evil and I don't have all morning to straighten you out.  Just because some Devil cult in ancient times danced in rituals with drums in them doesn’t make tympanis and congas taboo today.

Here is a copy of Holy Hell, read it!

    These so called Witnesses are locked into a classic Name Of Jesus Tailspin; A pseudo-psychotic mind condition where they mentally say the Name of Jesus every 15-20 seconds and it actually displaces the conscientious-ness of the Spirit of life which Jesus of Nazareth intended with this reeling AAA religious psychosis or the inability to associate imagination with reality. Their team is too spring-loaded to even consider touching any part of any subject without diving into the infinite depths of that subject, given their mindframe. They interrupt, overlap and switch subjects, all hostile argument tactics.

    Once converted they swarm out into the community and try and convert everyone astride into their mind state; insulting people by selecting and subjecting them to that day’s Christianity conversion project.  I know people who actually hide down in their house and turn the lights off when they come around. Some run when they see them...  Then if they catch em' they claim to have saved them, thus further empowering their mind set and desire for more spirit-chilling personal penetrations...

     A vehicle filled with the deliverers of offensive, puncturing near-Hate Speech entered onto our premise on or around July 20, 2006.  On another occasion a greenish mini van full of characters came onto the property and almost made a successful slip-and-fall on the doorstep where tools were laid out. The party who came to the door pushing his literature also muttered some slimy offensive comment on his way back to their van –puncturing- my peace and replacing it with anger.  The passengers of that van also gazed like inmates on a field trip from a mental institution.  …Again they were too spring-loaded to approach any subject;

     ...A field trip to some place really interesting, like maybe Jurassic Park... "On the left we are passing the local unsaved Whoremonger Idolater's lair; Note the NFL Team Banner... NFL on Sunday is one single step above -Lions Eating Christians, you know today its The Lions verses The Christians in the playoffs!   That house needs a 10,000 Volt electric fence around it... Let's go in and park, let them see there is an Angel of Light in their driveway, and if they turn away from the light, they shall then return to their sins and abominations and be driven down paths of eternal darkness, into the depths of disparity and doom..."

     There needs to be some boundaries established for what comprises a ministry. I believe some claiming to be Witnesses for Christ will be judged by St. Peter on a penalty basis as to how many souls they drive away from the Holy Ghost with their endless tail spins, creep cult mentality, puncturing hate-speech commentaries and misunderstandings. Recently this author's property was again egressed upon by what at first looked like another carload of mental patients on a field trip from the State Hospital.

     ...They All Just Gazed...

     One of them got out and when they were told they were on private property and were requested to leave, the man squatted down, delaying and upon returning into the vehicle was plainly and intentionally overheard as he spake; “Sodomite." This was a cold, unnecessary dead-soul judgment, insult and flat out lie from a tongue guided by Satan, who also is a liar and has a vicious tongue. They were almost mocking, rude and over-assertive. My reflection and contrast presented here describes the degrees of insult transferred and sustained. All during the worst time my personal privacy could have been penetrated so rudely, insistently and with such tenacity.

     They slapped the sores of an intended Gay Hate Crime victim and disturb the peace and dignity of the community. They did not withdraw without insulting; “that cross-eyed Mary back there…” (Usually them and also the local sheriffs upon departing.”) ...(Some); Claiming to be Witnesses of Christ are like the Trolls in an old fable.  It's impossible for anyone to walk or even to run across the Religious bridge in this community without being insulted or abased by the Trolls which dwell beneath.  Who else claims to fill these shoes?

     In a way the Spirit connection comes to be displaced through the reading of old scriptures and confined to within the parameters of that medium and the deadening uniformity of that particular group. The question and lesson in this rude example is; what makes the difference between a creep and an effective minister?   The way this one old guy snubs me on my doorsteps or as he's leaving is uncalled for, maybe I’ll give them a copy of Holy Hell. He was like a pushy, lack-luster salesman who missed all three strikes, then decided to lose too, (yes I was insulted too and it is reported here).

     These were aggressive and persistent with their misperceptions and have a way of puncturing one's peace of mind... I nearly lie in ruin as their displaced perseverance triggered recurring depression.  They, finally never came back again and it remains our belief the local City Police were called in by them and were inciting interactively. Later (the same conspirators in my formal complaints) are believed to have conveyed that “They had been threatened by us” –contemporaneously, of course as the first books on the 1993 hate crime came out with their names in it.  They treat me like a dangerous mental patient and constantly set me up for prison frame-ups and where I was greeted with law enforcement cameras and gun barrels everywhere I went. One day while driving by their church I saw the same car pull up to the roadway as I passed. I noticed a city police car following about 3-cars back and the same old guy waving his arm pointing and directing the officer to my presence. I consider these to be the worst examples of so-called Christians.

Suicide?

…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. This came to me spiritually though I have never ever touched a Quran or known of it's light from that perspective but laterally across the spirit where no boundaries separate the soul of mankind. This message addresses all of the nations of the world that each human soul is a living spark of the one great bonfire of 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 2^nd 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 2^nd 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.

Holy Cow!

    Every year, almost in cycle one or more of the LaBarr family has been prosecuted as a means of pecuniary gain for towns, cities, counties and states. I’ve had to leave all the details and evidentiary collection out of Volume-One as I was overwhelmed and buried, but pleased to get Volume-One complete and released. I’ve had to take a lying ex-cop seated on the bench through the state Supreme Court’s Disciplinary Panels for –both judges and attorneys, expose other flagrantly lying deeply embedded cops, mulled suing the state in federal court and watch my poor ex-wife be victimized in Another-State. Our family has always seen the worst of unnecessary cruel sentencing policies when reviewed in comparison and on others; every harsh DOC guideline for the management of adult felon inmates inside state correctional facilities was thrown in, comprising the Snares of The Wicked and their never ending pitfalls. 

    Two local judges have wantonly added sentencing enhancements including the suspension of Donald Sr’s and later Donald—3’s driver’s licenses (when he didn’t even have one and driving was not a factor whatsoever in the case)...  The wickedest judge of them all further proceeded to sentence young Donald to "Drunk Driving Impact Panel” resulting in a near –teen suicide the next morning and a wire-noose display, still here. (This Impact Panel was comprised of a forcible viewing of All of the worst ever-seen car wrecks the State Patrol was capable of producing and a lecture from this town’s sickest dregs, who were able to reach into young bright eyed teens and swab them with their middle aged manic depression, the worst possible life-long injury.) And of course Identification was required and the Judge had suspended it anyway when he didn’t even have a Drivers License to begin with. That’s entered into the State Sup., documentation. We were terrified that Judge-1 would further harass through modifications, reconfigurations or possibly drastic additions to the sentence, which will stretch out the events for years, having a substantial impact on the entire family and household.

    Judge-1 suspends the license of one member of the household and then adds on lots on nuisance extras, which cause harassment of the other members of the household as they lose work or make several inconvenient, extra trips into the fine City for more exposure to fax-in citations –for our mentally ill family. Shear harassment is part of the modus operandi of these two-judges, which compelled us to pursue these complaints and demands for recusal on both in each new case.

    January 2009; without the consent of either homeowner; Deborah LaBarr or myself; police entered and searched our home in Another-State and arrested Donald-3 on several felony charges. They lost his driver’s license again –in cycle. Deborah was later arrested on a false-reporting charge after some kids took a joy ride in her car. (In July 2009) I called and touch base with Deborah and questions are raised regarding relationships between the 3-juveniles who swiped her car and corrupt county officials. The county attorney is trying to railroad Mrs. LaBarr into their state hospital in Capital Valley.

    March 2009: Mrs. LaBarr’s car was taken for a joy ride and she wound up in jail; They cut off or mixed her meds for a week. She experienced swelling of her tongue to 5-times normal size, requiring 2-shots of epinephrine. A middle of the night bomb-threat drill for new trainees up from Capital Valley caused Mrs. LaBarr to freeze outside for those hours while sick. We are just about filing a wrongful death suit against them now. She had to go into the local emergency room as soon as she got out. Two-weeks in Another-State’s institutions could have proven fatal. In July she reiterated her request for me file to wrongful death suit as she expects to disappear into their system… The County Is in Chapter-11.

    Counties and bankrupt cities now find it profitable to hire 50-new cops and enforce laws to military standards and gradiances, then ruthless, unending subjection to process.

   They (knowingly) cut-off or substituted Mrs. LaBarr from some of these meds she was accustomed to: Seroquel: 25mg, Hydroxyzne 25mg, Cimetidine 800mg, Metaformin 850 mg, Myoscyamine 0.375mg, Triamterene hct2 37.5mg, Levothyroxine 125mg.

    On April 1^st 2009 Mrs. LaBarr was released from the Emergency Room as her tongue had swollen as a result of gross medical mismanagement. She required another doctor visit on April 2^nd.  Like out of some horror film comes ruthless veterinary quality/concentration camp style medical care in this county’s facilities. Her tongue had swollen up and a nasty voice on the intercom said, “what do you want LaBarr?” My tongue swole-up and I need the nurse, “she’s got better things to do.” The long delay was cold-blooded; Mrs. LaBarr suffered & nearly died in 2009 as her tongue was 5-times its normal size.  A case of Attempted Manslaughter and negligence, all for 3-years of her guaranteed SSD income.

 She’s the ideal victim; She DOES have a fixed SSD income of $300-400 per month for paying $25 per month in fines and she DOES NOT have $500-750 in one spot to hire any attorney, so she is forced to plea guilty to whatever they want, the more she pleads not-guilty the more duress she suffers. It works every time in a documented certifiable cycle. The only difference between Mrs. LaBarr and the 1000s’ of others like her is her Ex has an active exposure website. The other local presses contribute to the dilemma; permitting the victimization of the poor, the elderly, the incapacitated and emotionally damaged residents such as Donald-3 to continue without end. I said to myself; I am not a philanthropist, but my cares go into bringing the plight of the poor into public view and scrutiny, otherwise it goes on and on and grows worse…  Donald-3 is also kept arrested in a yearly cycle as local cops encroach over Constitutional lines as far as needed to attain arrest. In 2008/2009, he was held on an unreachable bond and spent 45-days in jail over the holidays in jail. Both are cruel and unusual violations under the Eighth Amendment’s protections.

     The 2009 incident resembled the 2007/2008 incidents only during the 2009 incident Town’s Marshals illegally searched this residence, arrested him and held him on a sky high bond, but it wasn’t serious enough that when he couldn’t pay the bondsman and we clamored about the illegal search on-line, they just released him and then followed with another raid on a house Donald-3 visited 12-hours later arrested ONLY-HIM at that residence and added another ambiguous Interfering Charge with the first one which circumvented or skirted our allegations. He spent 45-days in jail for (a trace –less than One Gram of) Marijuana and a $1050 Fine; unemployed in an impossible market, he was threatened if Fines aren’t paid. The court effectually forced his mom to drive him around and further expend monies they don’t have, temporary job services has a line out the door. There are outstanding warrants now (July 2009) and he will most likely be jailed for most of the rest of the year due to inability to pay and meet substance abuse and drug testing requirements requiring payments. This will result in a new series of charges and probation. They just dig their own graves with despair.

     We, the homeowners do not support any further prosecution!  *Like clockwork, (we’ve documented); people are recharged within days of the conclusion of the previous event with a new yearlong event. Mrs. LaBarr has been nailed again for another 3-years of her SSD and probation. This is also stealing my monies as I help pay fines, lest this ruthless machine devour my own flesh and blood for whom I care for.  On-line this county has been compared to the strict military government of North Korea and the act of feasting on their own people is found without soul and condemned; a foreboding place to create and raise more children; none should withstand it, as new children will be born into this captivity and life-struggle, as the parents are already so overwhelmed; no joy remains. Does the sight and experience of this misery and horror influence views towards abortion?  This exemplifies the life style and prognosis offered in Another-State and exposes a situation where humans confined in a near-concentration camp will no longer reproduce in captivity. Yes it influences views and I won’t support their regions prominent bully-pulpit political candidates with a 10-foot pole because I’m tired of being dragged along behind their ideology bus and run over by a few cars on these blank-check-support for totalitarian police state issues.

    This prosecution was so thoughtful, so intelligently premeditate, the initial charges would not have withstood an evidentiary hearing, so it appears he was released, then re-arrested on a secondary charge in sequence of interfering with the first charge, which then skirted our initial illegal search complaint. Donald 3^rd has been in jail all throughout the holidays and when he demanded a criminal attorney to file the appropriate motions it was dropped to several misdemeanors, relieving the state of their liability to provide an attorney. Donald 3^rd lacked skill to file and was forced to accept a plea agreement under duress, for no other reason and we, (The homeowners) petitioned the court to dismiss all charges and for Town Marshals to cease and desist further constitutional encroachments.

     Donald 3^rd is known by the court to be an emotionally damaged person and should not suffer further emotional trauma. The Town of Puerto Nefarious (not its real name) will have perpetrated and gotten away with another civil rights violation; leaving both a poor person and an elderly woman robbed of their happiness and dignity for the pecuniary gain of an unimpeded Racketeering Influenced Corrupt Organization with veterinary quality health care; as bad or worse and more formidable than the Mafia or criminal gangs. A stranglehold of corruption upon the poor, which they will never be able to break, and which brings about an endless struggle for the unfortunate souls in the world.

    This distraction describes another typical prosecution in almost a yearly cycle as people are just robbed of happiness and of the little wealth & monies they are known to have, all for the sake and appetite of a runaway Drug War Prison Industrial Complex –which will not exist in the next world. They’re kept below the poverty line leaving just enough of their Social Security Disability Income to keep them alive. Legislation could regulate & prevent this scamming for money.

    There comes a day when ALL living flesh Shall pass and the defined soul is released into eternal life... Each soul is as a spark in a great bonfire of life. Throughout 2005 my level of prayerful spiritual communication shot off the scale with a ministry focusing upon and packing an intense series of messages for Rome afar. These came to me though I preach an evangelical balance of Lutheran, Methodist and Second Adventist, though through this ministry the birth control message is intended for Rome.

    During 2009 in Las Vegas Nevada the divisiveness of St. Peter kicked in as The ARC SONG and others appeared on www.myspace.com/toxiczebrarocks -The message that needs to get out is incorporated within the song in phrase. The sound appeals to the demographic group being called and the helpful elements needing conveyed are found when one is in a mindframe of spiritual reflection…

ARC SONG          © - 2009 Toxic Zebra Enterprises

VS-1: I can’t tell if this is magic

Because it is all so tragic

This is just an endless fable

The book is open on the table

VS-2: When will God come –make it happen

I don’t know if he’s in fashion

     Satan’s Grail came off that mountain

     Then they made their prophet fail

VS-3: One day the sun did shine so bright

They used the shadow of their arc

And kept their prophet in the dark

His blood stained land becomes a park

VS-4: Hark, the DC angels sing

The sirens of our nightmares

  They chill our cities with their blight

    And killed the prophet filled with light

If I can do it after what we’ve been through

So can it for you too!

It's those who can produce something out of nothing who wind up in the winner's circle!

This book pays respect to the great reverend Billy Graham -Always a highly respected influence and guidance in my life. One who helped establish the continuing standards of Christianity and foundation of my beliefs and to Martin Luther King Jr and the embracement of philanthropy. The free Communications received from PJP2 were noted on envelopes and scraps of paper @ times. Buried alive and stagnating under a dogpile of evil doers; If I wind up being vegetated in the state’s mental hospital for this: I have a promise that it will move on. The message is found incorporated into my music; the end result of my trust and faith. I’m glad to be done this far.

Author Eddy LaBarr at Hollywood’s Legendary Whisky-a-GoGo in 2001

Was Cheyenne Mountain's equipment put on His Holiness's cowshed?

    They wouldn’t have followed King George (the Second) around with Air Force utility equipment. I’d call the truck a mobile-ops unit. Files on this incident were submitted to the U.S. in hopes they would fill my shoes, feel my pulse, see first hand my reaction to the stimuli I'm being subjected to and view the anger in the hearts of men, which has exceeded the focus of enforcement of our laws, then to take appropriate action where and as necessary.

     There were several supportive circumstantial elements leading to the belief this was military equipment. No, admission or denial is demanded of them, but a plea for their constructive input.

This is now formally declared an Open Public Trust for all time.

         … In the cases of people they think have never seen or heard of this before; they swarmed in, expose them, place them in a coma-like shock at gunpoint; (M-14 rifles), then seal the case and warrants, leaving life-long insanity, all without a trace. I am one of the few, perhaps the only one to have ever lived to tell and write a book …

Once upon a time there was a small town with a small zoo where

There were a few exotic and rare animals kept for the enjoyment of the public

Including a monkey;

However at nighttime there were some mean spirited folks

Who came by and shot the monkey with BB Guns for entertainment and

After a while the public came in the day and raised their cameras and devices to bear

And the only thing they saw was a monkey –insane without reason

The monkey had to be put to eternal sleep.

    I end with the same prayer with which I began this volume: Thank you God for this day, for it brings me another opportunity to praise thee in a new way. The light shines from above and I especially thank you for those who have supported in prayer. God places a special blessing upon this nation.

The End of Volume One

Amen