Note: many photos and parts of the book are missing on this site edition, however are included in the B&W Wire-bound first edition. I heeded the call and bring forth this testimony:    

The Prophesies of Eddy LaBarr; the inspirations captured through the passing of Pope John Paul-2

The Messages received

Beginning in January 2005 

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.

     ...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 insolvency, though some from within thrust and even though this hiatus does such. There has been an absolute media blackout or boycott on this story, starving the presentation of this Golden Gospel.

    In January 2005 I experienced a spiritual rebirth like none before and received around 1000+ hours of spiritual messages over the next years. I expected something to happen in May 2005, but it came and went as I watched Benedict XVI crowned as the focal center of world Catholicism, while I lay buried beneath a dogpile of evildoers involving 70-125 persons, some still living in the same town and were never prosecuted. I had been in a state of shock; a delirious fugue for the 12 previous years.  Canonize into the archaic dogma of ancient and accepted orders, knight into an oath of silence for world class criminal misconduct?

I have chosen a home based ministry with black lights on-line:

INDEX

Every Twelve Years     -   

Red & Black Ants and Black & Red Ants     -   

The Free Communications Received     -   

Contraception   -   

Vatican Birth Control Policy     -   

God and Gay People     -   

A Living Open Spiritual Trust     -   

Creation     -   

Reincarnation     -   

Color Blind     -   

Jesuit     -   

Suicide     -     

Asphalt   -

Holy Cow   -     

Ashes

© 2009

All Rights Reserved

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:

    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/eddylabarr -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.

         … 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.

I especially thank you for those who have supported in prayer and  place a special blessing upon this nation.   

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Amen

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Holy Hell

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.  

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ENERGY

Donald LaBarr-3 is incarcerated in Arizona and being forcefully medicated with RESPIRDAL. Meet the city, county and state governments of Arizona and understand why I'm not in the same political party as this person:

They're intentionally frying my son's brain in Arizona prison. 

    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.  

    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.  

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

The book is finished and available. A five-year ministry enters it's sixth year with no appearances planned at all. Will I "be knighted with honor?" To what? No. I remember some of the reflections from the old Gerald Ford days, they were one happy, tight singing gang -thought I was a homosexual so they castigated me from their ranks, now the central core of their alignment seems to be a black hole, where no light gets out, maintained in a status of perpetual emptiness with deadly force by the greedy and selfish.  Prayer and peace displaced by waves and waves of government interrogators, their cold penetrations and probes. Years and years and years of silence continue to roll by leaving life just a silent brief awakening and consciousness, where prayer and spiritual communication are held silent and unknown for longer than the span of lifetimes, unknown into the next generation. ("Prayer channel one" it seems has been >appropriated< hoarded for a little potential tinkering around with in a top, top, top secret  psy-ops program, so priests and shamans are naturally in tune and as in our case they may get ruthlessly worked over with Ft. Carson or NORAD's equipment and/or crew, The warrants are sealed and they're left like a wadded up bug and almost in a coma). 

Volume One available in a hand signed wire-bound: eddylabarr@gmail.com