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How oxy Mormon of me.

My mastery of the English language leaves me often doubtful of my calling.  I check all my writing by using a program called Grammarly. As a child, I attended school with only a few poker chips, and those which I had,  I hung on to tightly. I  mostly got by with my wit, good looks, and charm. While many students with good families and positive affirmation came to school with pockets full of chips, and it was OK if they got something wrong, they would go home and have their chips replaced.  I know I was not the only one; many of you know what I am speaking about you lived it too.

I couldn’t afford to get it wrong because I went home every day to a casino that did not pay out. It ran late hours, leaving little time for sleeping, and I was exacerbated when I returned to school. Before I even knew what faith was, I lived it every day, hoping and believing things would get better.

Sending the Queen of England the answers to her Crop Images would have helped secure the Protestant Church.  Only I led myself to believe that when God told me he was giving this to me because people knew me, I thought they would want to hear the message, so I went to people who knew me, thinking that would begin the revival to turn the world upside down.  Hoping writing would not be a part of it, I was embarrassed by my grammar when I started thirteen years ago.

I knew I was adopted early in life because my stepmother would make a habit of saying how she made a mistake. When other people found out, they would state that I was special.  I knew they meant well; my stepmother was good at hiding her real character around strangers.  On the other hand, the relatives and my Christian neighbors were not oblivious; none of them attempted to witness to any of us. My mother turned them away by using the magic phrase they all use “I’m a Catholic, and I will die a Catholic.”

Why FATHER waited until I was 23 before invading my life could be to have me encounter the five hidden throughout my life or enlighten me to Psalm 23:5.

I began to hate my stepmother until I found Christ. Then, I started to find ways to share the love of Jesus with her and proclaimed that I did not want her to die a Catholic but someone who knew Jesus and had a relationship with HIM. She would often ask me to do a package store run and pick her up a bottle; of course, I would refuse and tell her she needed to call on Jesus as bad as she needed that drink, explaining that Jesus gives the best wine and what that meant.

I have what I have because HE wanted me to have it.

I get to assign the call or call out myself the 144000; it needs to happen before we leave. So the lost have some sort of clue of what’s what.

The why is simple, “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth the World.”

I get to do the crop images because “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth the World.”

I get the keys because “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth the World.”

I need not succumb to those who have already bowed to the image of the beast and deny that they have, which is pretty dark. They are called the least in the kingdom of heaven who break the least of the commandments. Those who side with them don’t love them, so the test to save their souls is to come out of her.

Because “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth the World.”

He couched, he lay down as a lion, and as a great lion: who shall stir him up? Blessed is he that blesseth thee, and cursed is he that curseth thee.
(Numbers 24:9 KJV)

How are you blessing the Watchman by keeping him silent or having him enter the folly of ecumenicalism?

Unconditional love is the message for the Church. I thought Obama was the antichrist, and as I have stated in the past, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and thank him for coming. Our Jesus is next.  Then God led me to find what the devil had been hiding in Egypt, the fallen angels; before God made man, they built the first altar to worship the SON and they did it in a mocking manner claiming to make HIM their pet if HE were ever to show up.

Jesus said something about being lifted, “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth the World.”

I get to go woof woof because “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth the World.”

The first bringer of light could not see his value, and he led astray those who wanted more from him. They wanted power and positions; rather than promote those who loved the SON,  he promised to give them things he couldn’t give to those who would follow him over the SON, not so bright.

Jesus is the heir of it all, and that was what HE got back for us at the cross for having honored the law and overcoming it.

Could you see Jesus supporting anything or anyone other than HIS FATHER?

Some watchers were paying attention and counted how many times I have been peer pressured into excusing the false Church.  The Watchman must warn, and if it is at your Church he speaks it may not be a message for you but that outside, but you need to hear the warning to spread the news of the coming of Christ.  The Watchman must be heard; his soul is at stake along with the sword God is bringing on the wicked; they must be given a chance to repent.  They will know if it is meant for them. I will not sway from what I have placed on the websites already.

I only belonged to a singles group after my divorce because I liked gender. Only who was I kidding? I promised God never to marry again and that it would have to be HIM to bring my woman back to me. He would do it because God’s SON’s Honor is Worth the World. We used the passage,  “And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force. (Matthew 11:12 KJV)

That is a short span of time. John could not have been more than a few months older than his cousin Jesus.

This is not hard to understand. I have heard it as we who want heaven need to be violent about getting it.  That would be wrong. It is God’s good pleasure to give us the kingdom to those whosoever trusts in Jesus’s finished work. Until now, because of HIM, we obtain heaven by surrendering to the will of God. The meek shall inherit the earth, not the violent. There are no violent people in heaven-Duh.

If you do not know my heart by now, you will never know my heart, and your family will be left for judgment if they have not received Christ.

Don’t tell me I am stomping my feet when it is those claiming to be leaders who want to fish on both sides of the boat. I prefer having the honor Guard of England prepare the way for the master instead of the honor guard of Rome. All that is missing from their uniform is the hat and the shoes with the bells on them. The devil mocks the souls he is stealing and the darkness so great within them it cannot be seen. The light exposes the truth if darkness is in you, just how great is that darkness?

Keep that microphone away from the Watchman; he may say something we don’t want to hear or want our friends and family to hear.

I was raised in a Catholic family. My stepmother was brought up in a Catholic orphanage she started at the age of 4 after her mother Alice was killed by her father Antonio, who thinks he got away with it.

My stepdad told me the story as he had heard it from one of her brothers. None of the boys went into the orphanage; they stayed home to work and provide for him. One of her brothers, Edward Bourgeois, was awarded a medal for downing several planes and killing several Japanese soldiers during WWII.  Often he would make it into the Lawrence Eagle-Tribune for catching the biggest fish out of the Merrimack River. Her other brother married a non-Catholic Christian woman. She was the first to have said to me that God does not give us more than what we can handle.  Antonio Bourgeois, their father, would often get drunk and beat their mother, another lost Catholic who never heard the full word or read the word of God himself because he bought the lie.

They could not hide the word in their hearts because the priest kept it from them and took control to allow demons free reign in the lives of the lost. I open up the word, and I am evil for doing so and not bowing to the apostasy.

Antonio learned Christianity from street thugs and unregenerated souls who play Church.

My stepmother escaped the orphanage at the age of 16. She was old enough to work in the shoe shops of Lawrence but not old enough to open a bank account.  Her father moved her into his home and would cash her paychecks for her and buy her a bottle of wine, and he would get whatever poison he wanted. As a father to her, he was a failure; the orphanage also failed her because she never found Jesus or learned of HIS love for her.  She knew about that punishing God that they like to promote, and they are in for a surprise. So are their supporters and protectors.

I grew up hating my stepmother, but then I found Jesus, and he opened my eyes. What was hate became love, which can happen even to Russians when they see Jesus. Keep that microphone away from me, so they won’t.

I  pleaded with God for my mother’s soul; it became all-inclusive. I would pray, what chance do any of them have if they have not or know not your word? The word sets us free, and the gifts follow; without the word, there are no gifts. The word is the greatest gift.

He wrote his story into my life, but forces want me to bow to the image of the beast they are in the Church who already have and deny they have. They possess gifts and have no discernment of what is coming, who is responsible for it, or what has been their part in it. Sometimes I feel they want me to perform like a god and step off the ROCK I am standing on.

When those who claim to know God say we are gods, they crossed a line; it is what the fallen angels wanted as well to be gods. Copeland and Meyers teach heresy, and you should care.  It is no mistake they are beginning to show on the outside what is on the inside.  They are becoming more like villains in a Batman Movie or a Tolkien novel serving the god of war Odin from where he had plagiarized his story.

I speak of peace, but they want war.

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.-Hosea 4:6

4+6 =10; if you keep the first four, the rest of the six will be easy. Below is the Catholic Ten, and below that is the Ten I hang on my wall at home and promise to keep, and it is only by the grace of God and HIS HOLY SPIRIT in me that we are able to keep them. Which can only mean those who break the least commandment do not have the HOLY SPIRIT to help them overcome. Number two is not the least; it’s a major leave them behind until they learn what is important to God. Please don’t misunderstand me; I have broken them all and found Jesus, who paid the price. If I am trying to win the Jewish people to Christ, I would not be using Rome to do it. They are an example of how it is not to be done.

Some people think the King James Version of the Bible is the only version. Those words were spoken in my presence by a Pastor of an AG Church who said he knew God and knew what God wanted right after I handed him around 30 completed crop circles. I was hoping the revival would have started and the Queen of England would have known Jesus was coming to prepare the reception. I should have sent them to her; I lacked confidence in my grammatical representation, as I have said.  I took the crop circle the vault, meaning I needed to get the revival started in several churches before the vault would open, and we do need to.

Instead, I was confronted by the devil’s advocate who boasted of his knowledge of the different translations and how he knew the demonic doctrine of human Psychology, which was born in Germany during the counter-reformation movement to confuse the soul and place the blame elsewhere. He and his Jesuit counterparts were waiting for me to begin moving like Benny Hinn, slaying in the spirit that causes everyone to be a supporter of Catholics and ignore the truth.

Reproving the Watchman and trying to hijack the warning or the call makes one an accessory to those who will be damned.

It would also say HIS HONOR is not valued as I believe it is; you should ask God what value HE placed on HIS SON’S HONOR. If it is less than the world, my apologies; it can only mean you are the antichrist person we are waiting for,  I’ll stop stepping on your toes, but do we have to learn Mandarin?

Abel is back because “God’s Son’s Honor is Worth The World.”

Here are the steps to find peace with God.