Humility

Holy Spirit vs Duct Tape

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I make it no secret these days I believe in Father (God), Jesus Christ (Yeshua) and the Holy Spirit.  However, not in the same manner as I believe most people do.

Father (God) is our creator.  Jesus Christ is the gift he bestowed upon mankind as his begotten son as Messiah/Savior.  The Holy Spirit is the “glue” that binds us all and the strength of that glue depends on each person as they go about their daily lives.  The more righteous a person chooses to live, the stronger that glue becomes.  However, spend a lifetime of neglect and destructive ways of living and the material is so badly compromised that unless there is genuine attempt to save it, it becomes utterly destroyed.

We, the material, rely on the creativity of Father/God to make us what we are.  We, the material, rely on Jesus/Yeshua to continue using Holy Spirit (glue) on us to turn us from boring cardboard cutouts into brilliant temples that are designed to not only stand the test of time, but house ourselves with as much faith as we can in order to glorify it.

Also, we the material, must realize the difference between relying on various religious cults and relying on God’s Word.  Failure to do this weakens the effectiveness the Holy Spirit’s glue has on us and makes it harder for Jesus Christ to work with us to keep the temple strong, faithful and glorified.

This is why, despite following Father & Jesus that I will never follow a religious cult of any kind.  I am of Christian faith, yes, but I will not hook up with the “mother and daughters” we’ve been warned about in the Holy Bible.  And neither should any of you.

Why?  Because those are counterfeit artists who try to come across as their own version of prophetic messiahs and not one of them has the integrity level as Jesus himself.  When they work with us, the material, they don’t use the Holy Spirit’s glue to design us.  They use cheap duct tape, thinking it’ll do the job to build strong temples.  What they don’t realize is over time duct tape frays and weakens.  Eventually, they can no longer hold together the temple, even if the material still seems to be in relatively good condition.  Also, duct tape cannot glorify a temple in splendor.  If anything, all duct tape does is diminish what could have otherwise been a faithfully brilliant sculpture of wonderous achievement.

When you look at everything on earth as an art gallery and have the glue of the Holy Spirit firmly keeping you as the material together as an indestructable temple, you can easily see the flaws of the duct tape copycats who try to compete for some kind of glorification of their existence.  However, the type of glory they receive is short-term at best as they have the captive audience that turn fickle in a hurry.  People get bored too easily, especially once they see the flaws of whatever temple wowed them for the time being become harder to ignore.  Only the blind will fail to acknowledge the flaws and stay put while the rest will turn their attention to something else.

By instinct, people are drawn to theatrics, which is something Satan, the mothers and daughters of copycats and their false prophets use to keep them distracted.  It is they that have mastered the art of using duct tape to completely wrap each temple (person) they get their hands on.  They do this for two reasons.  The first is to have a person fooled into thinking they become strong with false teachings, even as going far as wrapping duct tape around their eyes so they don’t see through the veils of deceit for what it is.

The second is to have each person bound so that even if they see through the veils of deceit, they have their work cut out for them to break through the duct tape.  They have to find a way to speed up their fight for freedom as the copycat artists continue to roll layer upon layer of duct tape upon them.  It becomes a race for each temple to not get so weighed down by all that duct tape that they ultimately collapse into a lifeless heap of rubble.

As for the glue of the Holy Spirit, one which was created by Father/God and utilized by Jesus Christ and all those who believe in him, this creates a truly indestructible temple.  Using nothing but vigilant faith and truth, these temples learn how to absorb the glue in such a manner so that they are not bogged down into nothingness.  Instead, the weight they take on strengthens them to the point where if copycat artists attempt to use duct tape on them it will be in vain.

Through my own personal observation, as I can feel myself become stronger as a temple who is completely loyal to Jesus Christ and to our Father, I often find myself bombarded by copycats who insist to throw duct tape on me.  It’s quite the battle to keep that duct tape off, but it’s one I must fight daily in order to stay strong.  It’s something each of us has to do if we expect to be properly glorified as God’s material of creation.

When the Grand Opening of God’s Kingdom opens those doors, I want as many of us fine sculptures to be part of that experience.  It’s a no duct tape zone, so make sure you keep those who want to throw that on you as far away from yourself as you can.

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The Bridge

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I’ve talked about this dream before and even wrote about it in a few different blog posts I’ve done.  I talk about it often because of all the dreams and nightmares I’ve ever had, this one really sunk into me hard.  I remember the year it happened; 1986.  I was just sixteen years old then and not really as awake of a person as I should have been as far as being spiritually enlightened, so to speak.

I did clue in that it was a prophetic message of some kind.  That much I did figure out, but still had many questions surrounding.  And I knew not one human being could figure it out, not even those who claim to be dream specialists.

The dream involved me being on a tall bridge, high above the ground (more like water) and it was connecting two sides of a city.  For some reason, Vancouver, British Columbia felt like it was the city I was in.  For me that’s weird in itself because I’ve never been there.  And, after that dream I had, I have zero intention of going there.

In the dream I am on this bridge and it’s dark out.  I fathomed it was evening, but there really wasn’t enough time to figure out if that was the case or not.  The dream started immediately with a violent shake that felt like a mammoth earthquake.  All I recall was hanging for dear life on that bridge as the world around me burst into absolute chaos.

I guess I must have closed my eyes while on this bridge because next thing I remember is seeing chaos and destruction on one side of this bridge and the exact same thing on the other.  The only thing that remained unharmed was the bridge itself.  However, laws of physics suggested based on the level of destruction that occurred and that the nightmare was far from over, the fires raging would sooner or later get to the bridge and I’d be done for.

So I wrestled with the decision to which side of this bridge should I run to.  Do I go east or west?  Neither option looked good as they both had so much chaos and destruction going on within them that staying on the bridge was actually safer at the time.  However, there was an urgency to pick a side and just go for it.

Without putting any further thought into it and opting to save my life by any means necessary, I decide to make a run for it towards one of the sides.  However, I do recall stopping just short of reaching the destination as the connection between the bridge I was standing on and the land I was going to run for broke was severed.

Looking back, running to the other side wasn’t an option either as the connection between the bridge and it was also broken.

Now, I do remember the bridge making movement, but it wasn’t as expected.  The lands this bridge was in between were the ones that gave way, not the bridge itself.  I finally figured this one out after years of thinking that bridge was a crossroads for me based on life decisions as to what I wanted from this particular world.

All this time I thought the bridge was telling me time was running out for me to make a choice between sides that had so much uncertainty to them.  But recently I’ve come to realize this wasn’t the case at all.  The bridge was my protection from those two sides of uncertainty.  Remember, in the nightmare those sides were extremely unsafe.  They were in states of chaos and everything was destroyed.  There were cries of despair as lives were being decimated and it was clear survival from all that was just not humanly possible.

I’ve come to realize the bridge was Yeshua (Jesus Christ), hence why I felt so safe on it despite me being clueless to what was really going on.  However, in this nightmare I did not trust Him enough to keep protecting me and I made the mistake of attempting to pick a side in some vain belief that it was the right thing to do.

As I look back, I recall the latter half of 2008 having me at a crossroads in life where I was reacquainting myself with Father by picking up the Holy Bible and do what I’ve never done before.  Read it from cover to cover.  It was already established even then I trusted no denominational church and no man-appointed priest.  I also came across a name and face I recall seeing back in the mid 1980’s that had a profound effect on me.  His name was Herbert R. Armstrong.

It was one of those late nights where I couldn’t sleep.  So, I decide to watch TV and came across The World Tomorrow and it was hosted by him.  It was the only episode I ever saw as I was fatigued and didn’t pay attention to the name of the show nor what hour it came on. I do remember looking for it again but never could find it.  Until 2008.  There was stuff he mentioned that really hit me hard and it was the best piece of ministry I ever knew.  To this day it still is, aside from the bible itself.

What’s uncanny is all that he warned about in that particular episode actually happened.  There’s still more yet to come.  In 2008, when I got the name, the programming and the name Church of God, I did some searching.  I tried to connect to the Worldwide Church of God, but they contradicted what Armstrong preached.  So I searched again and found Restored Church of God.  I then learned about Living Church of God and I started remembering the splinters even Armstrong mentioned.  At first I wasn’t too wary because I was excited about certain veils being lifted I never saw through before.  However, when I started to see certain attitudes and inconsistencies I pulled back.

It was if someone pulled me back.  Again, it’s the bridge feeling.  I felt like when I first read the bible I was on the bridge, searching for a side that seemed approachable enough despite it’s uncertainty.  I had a taste and realized that side is not survivable in it’s current state.  Too much chaos within the ranks and too many splinters that can fly out and take out my eyes and more.

It was even at a time where I favored Zionism, not realizing what it really meant.  For me, I assumed the Zionists were the Jews of the Holy Bible that God rescued from Exodus.  It did not sink in they could be the very counterfeits warned about.  I already knew something was off about the Roman Cathoilc Church and their splintered denominations, but didn’t think too much about the splinters of Judaism.

Again, picking a side with too many uncertainties.  That bridge felt like it jolted me away from fully committing to that side and thus sealing my fate in a manner that would have brought about my destruction.

I already knew the other side of the bridge was not an option.  That side lied to me my whole life.  Even with good intentions, the darkness that engulfs that side is so toxic that it keeps the victims clueless that they’re being systematically killed off.

The raging waters below I’ve come to learn is the symbol of the storm that’s erupting from the wars brewing from the two opposing sides.  The bridge that is situated high above it had me in a position where I could see everything.  However, my judgment was so clouded at the time that panic won out over faith.  It was because of that I nearly ran to my death by failing to believe in the bridge of protection I was standing on.  Those raging waters below is the fight between good and evil that dwells within each of us.

We each have choices to make.  How often are we told to pick a side, or choose your fate?  But, as I’ve taken it upon myself to read the bible the second time recently, I’ve learned there’s another choice we’re offered but this world doesn’t give that to you.  Only Father does via Yeshua (Jesus).
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Those two sides represented neverending quarrells that had resulted in their inevitable destruction.  So distracted were they with their own pettiness they didn’t realize running to that bridge was their only way out of a fate that would otherwise have them burning forever in that eternal fire the bible talks about.

It’s not the first time I’ve had dreams of this nature, nor has it been the last, but it is the most profound that has really dug deep enough into my psyche where I can’t let it go.  And I won’t let myself let it go even if I could.  Something deep down tells me to remember that bridge and never make the attempt to step off it again.

 

Drawing Lines

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People seem to think because I speak so harshly against the Islamic faith that I hate Muslims.  Nothing can be further from the truth.  Most Muslims, just like every other form of religion (Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, Scientology, Atheism, etc.) don’t fully understand what it is they’re following.

I even speak harshly against various sects involving Christianity and Judaism as I’ve come to recognize that the leaders of the Roman Catholic Church isn’t at all what they appear and neither are the leaders of the Ashkenazi Jewish.  The masses are deceived, just as predicted in both the Holy Bible and the Torah.

Are you aware that the name Allah is Hebrew for curse?
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If this doesn’t send an alarm bell to both those of Christian and Jewish faith systems then clearly they’re not as devoted to the true word of God/Yeshua as they claim.

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Don’t just take the bible’s word for it.  How about the Quran itself?

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But too many, despite learning the truth would rather keep themselves entertained by other means.  And that is because of….

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Do you realize pride is what keeps you from reaching your true potential?  It keeps you drowning in a world you shouldn’t be in.

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And pride also causes people to be blind to even the most obvious of truths.

I know what it’s like to have pride get in the way of better judgment.  It prevents you from seeing, makes you deaf and the walls it creates around you has you trapped like a prisoner.  That wall of pride, just like the walls of Jericho, can be taken down.  If necessary, one brick at a time until that wall is completely destroyed so you can cross over into the harsh truths of reality for what it is.  It’s not easy, but it is necessary.

This is what Yehua/God taught his people when they went up against all of the enemies when they were brought out of Egypt.  Who do you think most of those enemies were and why do you think he had such issues with them?  And no, it’s not due to vanity as the atheists would claim.

When you go over the pics do you now understand where this is coming from?  Do you get it yet?  When you reach this state you know there’s no turning back.  And really, when you think about it, do you even want to?  I know I don’t.
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More Inspirations

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I recently did a blog where I posted a bunch of personally created memes that were of great inspiration to me based on my own experiences as I try to live my life the best I can.  So I’ve since developed a few more.  I actually live by these words and thought there’s no harm in sharing them.

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Arrogance of Hate

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“He’s not my president” so I’m going to dress in silly costumes, disrupt traffic and continue to act like an irrational moron until I finally get things going my way.  I don’t care that I look like a childish goof that has zero regard for discipline as I know I’m right and the rest of you are wrong.  I hate the new president and I hate the fact that you’re not taking matters into your hands to change this.

What?  You voted for Trump?  You support Trump?  What’s wrong with you?  Don’t you realize how unAmerican it was of you to turn your back on Hillary Clinton, President Obama and their Sharia Laws?  You’re racist, aren’t you?  Yes, that explains it!  You racist, fascist pig!  Damn you!  I’m going to show you just how stupid you are by throwing myself in traffic, right in front of you, waving signs of protest as I wear a vagina costume on my head and nothing else.  Yes, that’s right.  You heard me!  I’m going to run out there naked, in front of traffic, wearing a vagina hat as I wave a picket sign saying “I hate Trump!” on it.

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Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?  Sadly, there are a number of people who are doing this.  They honestly believe they’re in the right and no matter how hard you try, listening to any form of reason is out of the question.  Even if you don’t support Donald Trump as president either, that’s not enough.  The fact you didn’t support Hillary Clinton nor the Democrats either is seen as an insult to them and it is you that’s unAmerican, not them.  And even there, even if you did, but have come to terms with Donald Trump as president, you’re still seen as a traitor in their eyes and you don’t deserve to go about your life like as if the current choice as the country’s leader hasn’t dragged you down to the point where you have to throw any ounce of your dignity out the window and join in on the lunacy.

What so many people fail to realize is the past eight years saw a new breed of arrogance erupt within the borders of these united states and has since divided it and all the people in it that much more.  The protesters will have you think otherwise, that it’s all Donald Trump’s fault, but this is not true.  The hate had always been there, but along with it came the denial.  Hate, like every other toxin, creeps about within the host body and turns what would otherwise be a perfectly sane individual into a monster.  So consumed with the poisons fueled by hatred, people erupt and are quick to point one finger at others while failing to realize they’re pointing the other three at themselves.  Who do they honestly hate more?  Their target, or the person they don’t realize they’ve become?

Those protesters running wild, claiming that Trump and his supporters are all about hate don’t realize it is they that incites the hatred and all the negativity that comes with it.  They’ve even gone as far to ignore that prior to Trump, Obama’s brand of hatred and all the tactics of hatred performed by presidents prior to him was in plain site the whole time, but everybody turned a blind eye to it because the media didn’t paint nearly as gross a picture of it as they do now with Trump.  In all honesty, Trump isn’t that much different in this regard than the presidents prior to him, including even Obama himself.

The only real difference is Trump refuses to play the game mainstream media wants to play.  This is the only reason why he’s continually painted as the bad guy because the media, knowing how gullible too many people are, continue with their false news broadcasts.  If you take a real good look at who is against Trump you’ll see these are people that are the most undisciplined and most arrogant among the entire North American population.  Instead of acting like rational adults who realize moving forward is the better option, these people would rather hold a grudge and throw tantrums.

But sadly, even those who aren’t Trump fans who’ve just learned to take the lump for what it is and shift focus to something more important, are being deemed as traitors by those who just can’t accept reality for what it is.  It’s unfortunate, because what’s going to happen is while those refusing to grow up and let go of the grudge will only push even those who weren’t in favor of Trump to begin with to start siding with him as they realize just how ridiculous the anti-Trump zealots have become.

And this is where you really see the arrogance in the people who choose to hate instead of just learning to let go and move on.  One wonders why America is so despised these days and it’s people like these that give the world every reason to believe that the United States of America is a joke worthy of ridicule.  If it wasn’t bad enough that America has been corrupted with one unAmerican president after another, the very fact that the people went along like clueless sheep made it worse.  The decline of America didn’t start with Donald Trump winning the presidency, people.  That decline started shortly after the founding fathers sent King George and goons back to their homeland.  As soon as it was realized by the Illuminati they couldn’t take America by force they’d have to do so in the exact same manner as they’ve taken Britain and all the other nations that failed to see the snares before them.  Corruption through sweet persuasion.  It has always been the best way to mess up the minds of people and turn their pure hearts into wormwood.  It worked for Satan in the Garden of Eden and it still works today.

Arrogance makes it easy for corruption to poison a person from the inside out.  All it takes is to get an otherwise perfectly sane individual to become so angry that hate fills the heart and leaves room for nothing else.  Hatred is powerful, which elevates a person to a certain level of arrogance that makes the host think they’re invincible.  Nobody can hurt the person and those who try will feel the wrath.

Sadly, the person consumed by hate is like a house consumed by fire.  Sooner or later, all of it comes crashing down as there’s nothing left for the hate to feed on and all that damage intended against whoever it is the person chose to hate falls back upon thyself at amplified levels.

And this is where the arrogance of hatred shared by people who are not exercising better judgment in their actions are going wrong.  Through their disruptive behavior, they’re actually killing themselves more than whoever it is they think they’re hurting.  I can only hope and pray they wake up before it’s too late.

Inspirations

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Before people get the wrong idea, let me make it clear that what I’ve posted below is not so I can conjure up some new bible, or kid myself into thinking I’m worthy enough to join the ranks of Moses and other writers of both the Old Testament and New Testament.  What I’m doing here is sharing certain thoughts that have come to mind that has inspired me to speak up as I do, care like I do and even pray as I do.
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I believe everybody has a purpose that’s been granted to them by our Father.  In some cases I simply call him Father.  Other times I say Father Jesus.  I say Father Jesus because as we sometimes call ministers “father” the only one truly deserving of such a title is the father of Christianity, who is Jesus Christ himself.

I fully don’t understand my purpose, but did conclude so far part of it is becoming something of a truth dealer in as many forms as I know how.  My brand of truths come from inspirations that only God can give me.  Then it’s up to me to figure out what I want to do with it.  I’ve come to realize those who hate me for it the most live lifestyles that are truly demonic as they favor the very things the Holy Bible instructs us to avoid.  Even those who claim to be Christian I’ve come to notice are anything but this, but good luck telling them that.  I don’t kid myself into thinking I know it all.  I don’t even know nearly as much as I feel I should but I suspect this is where that Tree of Life vs. Tree of Knowledge analogy comes in.  If clinging onto the Tree of Life means I don’t get to know all the answers I seek right away I am good with this.  It suggests God knows I’m not ready for all the truths yet and to be honest I don’t think I want  to know them right now.  One observation I’ve made is those who think they know all the answers are so corrupted with arrogance that they cannot see the err of their ways.  Even if they have the best of intentions, how they go about it is enough to prove otherwise.

Union Of Ignorance

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I can’t help but feel we live in a modern day Exodus where those who actually are doing something to fix all the wrongs that’s been done to the people go unappreciated instead of taking the time to realize the ultimate prize that awaits them in the end.

When God, through Moses, helped his Israel people escape the land of their oppressors and promised them something was awesome waiting at the end of their journey it was met with relief, hope and expectations.

However, the people seemed to expect this would come easy, like an overnight switch from dire straits to paradise.  Once they realized this was not the case as they encountered barren lands and waves of uncertainty, it didn’t take long before they started to whine.  The appreciation of being rescued was promptly replaced by contempt and Moses had to somehow serve as a bridge between the rational and the irrational.

It wasn’t easy for Moses.  Very little time passed before the very people he helped rescue from their oppressors started to behave in the same selfish manner as those whom they fled from.  Through his brother, Aaron, they had a golden calf sculpted as an idol they can pray to.  The calf was promptly destroyed and the people repented for the wrong done, but it didn’t take long before they reverted back to what is best described as selfish, impatient, childish behavior.

You see this more than in just Exodus.  Throughout the timeline of the bible you come across stories of people becoming so confused and so messed up that they honestly can’t tell the difference between right and wrong.  All hell breaks loose and of those who feel it as so cry out while the ignorant remain clueless as they plod along.

Sadly, of the few who dare to do good they get ridiculed for it.  Some were even tortured and put to death.  Jesus Christ is the most evident example of this as the ultimate Savior of mankind was viewed as if he were nothing more than vermin by those who couldn’t see (or accept) the truth for what it really was.

It’s no different today.  After years of people whining that things never change, finally someone comes along to make those changes happen.  He even warned it wouldn’t be easy, but it’d be necesary.

Already at this point, just as it has been throughout mankind’s history since the dawn of time, the fight of good against evil is a tedious, uphill battle.  All odds are typically stacked against the righteous, despite his/her flaws, are doing everything they can to do right.

What’s tragic is those who claim to be good people don’t see it as it happens.  It’s easier for them to remain blind to truths as the rest of the world around them incites hate, anger and wild stories with tongues convincing enough to keep the spiritually immature and dim-witted unaware.

I have very good family and friends that I can see are still running around with blinders on, despite my best attempts to snap them out of it.  It actually breaks my heart that those closest to me just don’t get it, nor do they seem to want to.

All this has me recalling a line that was quoted in a show called Babylon 5.  It was quoted by a character known as Lady Morella.

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And how right she is!  Jesus was not appreciated during his living days, at least not at the level he deserved.  It was only after he died that reality sunk in he was put to death because he was right, not because he was in the wrong.  The evils saw to it that he was hated and misunderstood to such a degree they managed to convince the masses who were too clueless for their own good to see reality for what it really was at the time.

And it’s still not any different today.  Too many people blindly believe what’s thrown in front of them instead of separating themselves from the deception in an effort to figure out the truths on their own.

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So as the great evils continue to deceive the people, they are delighted in the classic divide and conquer tactics that have always been proven successful since the dawn of time.  People are no smarter today than they were when a certain pair of characters from Genesis thought siding with the Tree of Knowledge over the Tree of Life would elevate them to greatness.

I see clean through most of it.  I’m not arrogant enough to think I see through all of it as I know that’s impossible right now.  Too much deception and too much division makes it rather difficult to discern who really has the answers among man and who doesn’t.  This is why I’ve come to realize the Holy Bible, Father and Jesus Christ are the only truths worth paying attention to and with due diligance.  Whether you care an ounce towards what is deemed as Christianity or not is quite frankly not my concern.  That’s between you, whatever you believe in and what fate has in store for you.  All I can do from my end is hope you figure it all out before it’s too late.