Demean & Demoralized

Most backed away

I have to think, dear reader, and think some more. I tell you that while I grieved over being rejected by clients I cared deeply for, clients I had worked with for years, clients that trusted me with some of their deepest darkest secrets and heart wrenching anguish, it did not demean, nor did it demoralize me, when they informed me that they were withdrawing from working with me. Some of them left money on the table, so to speak. They had prepaid for services they would not be actualizing, because it was "unsafe" to work in person, especially with someone like me, that was going to carry on as though nothing had changed. One by one, most backed away, heads down, tail between the legs, uttering or texting a quiet "Sorry".

Here are the definitions for demean: 

1 cause a severe loss of dignity of and respect for, someone or something 

2 do something that is beneath one's dignity 

Here are the definitions for demoralize 

1 cause someone to lose confidence or hope 

2 corrupt the morals of someone

It was beneath my dignity to quit working with people; it was above theirs to keep working with me.

I had the confidence to carry on, and I had and still have, hope in God as Ruler: my morals remained intact, while theirs, the clients and friends that withdrew, heads down, tail between their legs, displayed their corrupt morals when they agreed to the lie that their lives were on the line, and that prioritizing their existence according to the orders and commands of perfect strangers, made more sense, than to continue in established and trusting relationships. 

Wondrous miracle

They demeaned and demoralized themselves, and the consequences of those choices are being realized as their bodies, once strong, once able to sustain them miraculously, and I mean this in all sincerity, since life is such a wondrous miracle, are now rebelling against them for what they have willfully, against good sense and judgment, subjected themselves to.

At the top of this piece of writing, I stated that I have to think, and think some more. As a Christian, as a human being, I am still processing what they have done, to us, those that stood on truth, and next themselves, followed by what they have done to those in their circle of influence, and finally, what they have effectively put in place as cogs in the machine turning society at large, into an ugly circus with clowns running the show. The trained monkeys did their part, partaking in what the ringling master commanded as he cracked that whip with despicable orders to disassociate.

Disassociate from reality

What my clients, and previous friends have done, is disassociate from reality, from truth, and from people like me, that do not hold back telling the truth when asked, because I know the power of truth ... telling it means you love the person in front of you, to the point of being willing to be pushed out of their lives. 

There is an entrenchment that occurs with lovers of lies. Lies are sticky and hard to wash off. It requires much effort, lots of soul scrubbing to remove the lie habits, and then we need others to let us know when the tackiness of deception remains as a remnant. 

Lying is tacky

Lying is tacky. It is an embarrassment to those witnessing it, and it ought to be shameful for the liar. I am mortified over the human race. How can God possibly continue to tolerate us? The mercy of God becomes more evident to me on a daily basis. My hope is that people fall in love with Truth, and fall into hate for lies. It is no wonder that The Bible says the truth makes us free! I am clinging to this wisdom, and I pray that this becomes the refrain for all, since God wants none to be lost and takes no pleasure in the destruction of the wicked. We are the wicked, by the way, when we remain unrepentant for our sins, and reject Jesus as Saviour from those sins.

Upright heart

So, dear reader, I want you to know that if you stood on the truth, and got rejected for it, good on you. You did what is right and true, and God appreciates an upright heart. If you are reading this and you partook in dissociation from others based on lies you swallowed whole, their is time for you to revisit your thoughts, your words, your actions, and apologize to the ones you hurt by treating them like the enemy, rather than a trusted friend or relative. 

The beauty of thinking, and thinking some more, is we get to change how we think, how we speak, how we interact and behave. We get to choose differently. 

Choose love, that will never steer you wrong. God IS LOVE:

And we have known and believed the love that God hath for us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him (1 John 4:16)

Lie Walls

As the lie walls crack and crumble, we can anticipate the tumbling rubble to amass around those that sought to deceive, not once, not twice, but relentlessly for entire days, months, and years, without an end in sight. The trouble with lies, is that they have "short legs" as my mother likes to say. Lies, and liars, can only go so far before they trip over themselves, and fall at the feet of Truth.  

I am anticipating, and have already noted, that the liars have begun to feign injury for the deception they willingly participated in for pay. When offered cash to trick the public, these limelight thieves put on their most serious business attire and matching facial expression, and bold face LIED. 

Now I don't know these people that had their moment in the fake lights camera action sun, but I do know people that willingly, accusatorially, viciously, publicly, attacked my character, the character of my faithful friends, and the truth tellers that saw through the lie wall BEFORE the cracks caused crumbling. They liked the lies, they liked having strong opinions that gave them permission to condescendingly suggest that people like me, were kind of, well, dumb and dim witted. We, the dumb ones, just couldn't see, and eventually, we would be sorry. 

I am sorry, I truly am. I am sorry that people I love will probably not be here this time next year. I am sorry that I hear stories of children dying of heart attacks and strokes, and parents leaving orphans behind because they took their own lives, or the poison injected into them did them in. I am sorry that parents put kids in masks, and that when I publish and share this, a nonsensical warning may appear, with a link to information about a fake illness that acted like a Trojan horse, letting in all the boogie men to scare the weak willed into saying yes to what God never intended to go into bodies He created in His image. 

I am sorry that I can't stem the blood flow, and that innocent sweet babies with trusting eyes, are betrayed by the adults that ought to protect them from evil: they are being sacrificed to the pharma gods, one injection at a time. 

I am also sorry for those of us that watch and wait, anticipating terrible news, and the funerals we will attend for those that we warned, those that would not heed. 

I weep daily. I used to cry for the adults I knew, but that has all but stopped. Now I cry for those they have influenced, those that with vulnerability, trusted them, believed them to be god like wise, and had to go along, and sometimes smile agreement, when perhaps, they wanted to cry out, "No, please don't make me ... I can't breathe with the mask and I hate needles" 

Needles, who in God's name has EVER liked to be poked with a sharp object? Masks ... I can't even begin to fathom these stringed things being acceptable on little faces: it is criminal, and my mind bends unnaturally when I try to justify it in any way shape or form. 

So yes, to all those that went one way when I went another, I am sorry. I am sorry you chose wrongly, and you will pay the price in this life, and God have mercy, hopefully not in the next. 

Killing Naïveté

An imaginary conversation that never was

Nobody: What is on the agenda today Mr. Killer?

Mr. Killer: Why I am glad you asked, sweet and naive rose coloured glasses Nobody! Today, just like yesterday and the day before, I plan on encouraging everyone to make their way to the nearest needle, for a little somethin' somethin' me and my cohorts have concocted for people like you 

Nobody: Whatever do you mean, people like me?

Mr. Killer: 🙄 I don't have time to explain, just go get shot. Do as I say and stop asking stupid questions Nobody

Nobody: Fair enough. I see you are busy. I trust you have good intentions, because everyone does. Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Killer?

Mr. Killer: Yes, there is. Shut up and get out of my way

Nobody: Ok ... ummm, well, ah. Have a great day 😇

Mr. Killer: You better believe I will. And remember, what I tell you to do is all you need to listen to. Don't bother talking to other people that tell you something different. They are all idiots

Nobody: My goodness, I would never do THAT! I Nobody, am committed to your plan. I will encourage people too! 

Mr. Killer: Good, now move along

Nobody: Will we ever speak again?

Mr. Killer: Only if you are still around

Nobody: I beg your pardon?

Mr. Killer: Yes, now you get it. Beg. Finally, we understand each other 

Naïveté is deadly. I knew some people that absolutely refused to remove their rose coloured glasses, much to their own detriment, and now to their shame. I have instructed people to drop naïveté on its head, to kill it, and acknowledge that evil does exist, and that the intentions of others must be questioned and tested. 

The lie that most people are good, has been perpetuated to the point of putting the innocent in jeopardy. What I mean by this, is adults have become idiotic in their trust of those that rule and reign over them, and by doing so, have lost their capability to deductively reason. As a result, they became things to be manipulated, and have objectified their own offspring too, subjecting them to the wicked wiles of the mentally insane and demonically influenced. 

I cannot explain it any other way than blind trust misplaced by people that would prefer to believe, that the knife poised and threatening to plunge into their heart, is held by a hand that belongs to someone that loves them. I know what Stockholm syndrome is, and that is not what I am addressing. I am looking into the eyes of those that have lied to themselves in order to accommodate what they want to believe, rather than what they really see. They are not blind deaf and dumb, they are choosing naïveté, because it makes them feel better in the head. Little white lies have been the companions of those that have succumbed to the biggest blackest lies told by the wicked. There is a rainbow of lies in-between, and the rose colour of glasses worn by the faint of heart, has injured them to the point of death. 

I have been aggressive with the naive when they needed to hear the truth: alas, as soon as we parted ways, the pretty pink glasses settled back over the bridge of their nose, and their fate was sealed. We are not responsible for the actions of other adults, and stopping them from choosing what will kill them, is beyond our scope of capabilities. Freedom of will is our greatest God given gift, other than life itself. Choosing Truth, The Truth, is forever and always, up to us, even if ugly is the reality. 

I have been letting go of my attachments to the naive that I loved. One of them has become a killer, doing the bidding of her boss, the government that pays her for doing what she ought never to have done. She is described in Jeremiah chapter 7, and it is God alone that can rescue her, if she is willing, from the lies she has told herself to continue on this path of destruction. It is mercenary work when one kills for cash. I have wept, I have prayed, I have pleaded with God to make it stop, but alas, each of us must be held to account for the choosing, the deciding, the in-the-moment yes and no decisions that impact our eternity, and the lives of those we influence. 

I will someday say goodbye, to her, and the others I have met along the way. I hope to see them in a better place, but that is doubtful, if they do not repent, beg God for forgiveness, and come to saving faith knowledge of the living God, Jesus Christ. Professing Him and knowing Him, living for Him, are not an automatic pairing. This, too, is covered well in Jeremiah chapter 7. 

He, and He alone, is mighty to save. God forever and always, has the final say:

See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand (Deuteronomy 32:39)

Warning & Watching

Lying & Dying 

Today I write to the valiant, the ones that talked, pleaded, begged, bargained, prayed, wept, wept bitterly ... those that tried, got snubbed, shut down, rejected, excommunicated and removed. You did your very best, you really did. You could not get through to them. We all tried, but somehow they were like pins to a magnet 🧲 

I don’t think any of us could have tried harder. Grown-ups go and do what they want, and those that took the shots, or at least many of them, had some self-righteousness leading them to their dramatic downfall. Like children, they had attitude “You are not the boss of me! I will get those shots, no matter WHAT YOU SAY. YOU are the FOOL, not ME”

God help them

Now we grieve, and grieve, and they haven’t got a clue how much this hurts us, not only to watch them suffer and die, but for us to know that the truth is their worst enemy, because they chose a lie and live a lie, and God help them if they die in the lie.

What is truth?

I think of the Truth, otherwise known as Jesus Christ. He spoke truth, and as the verse goes, the truth will make you free. "What is truth?", Pilate asked. The truth is, we humans prefer our own slick and slack ways of living for self over living to honour and glorify God. Unfortunately, we have evidential proof in all directions we turn our heads, that lies are the soup du jour, in the form of a poison potion that upsets and disrupts irreparably, the stomach, sight, hearing, the nervous system, the heart and lungs and and and ...

Soup du jour

People have ordered the soup, lined up for it as though it is delicious. They liked it so much, they queued repeatedly, insisting that it is scrumptious and everyone MUST HAVE SOME! As stomachs turn and pain becomes their pleasure, they continue the refrain, "Delicious! I am better off for the soup, and when they ask me if I want a refill, I will not miss my chance for MORE."

Soul rending grief

In the olden days, when someone was about to face death by hanging, lethal injection, or firing squad, they knew they were going to die, and so did everyone watching. There was a sobriety to the occasion, because death means never more for the one that is removed from the living. We, the watchers that previously warned, see the executioners, and we see those that will not escape death by lethal injection. All we have left is deep soul rending grief, for their lack of awareness or acknowledgement, that they preferred lies, their own and those told to them, over Truth. 

While we could blame them, and shame them, we the watchers that know the mercy of God, because He has saved us from our own sinful souls, shed tears of compassion for the lost, and pray for their redemption, before the grim reaper visits them and they breathe their last. 

Pray, and pray some more to God Almighty, Who owns all souls.

Copycat Con Artist

"Ahh, I see", said the blind man to the deaf man ... 

Predictive Prophecy vs predictive programming ...

Predictive prophecy

When we read The Bible, we get a taste of foretelling. God is generous in His information sharing, letting readers know in advance what His plans are: dear reader, His plans are all based on glorifying Himself. The believer, or unbeliever, must choose with their life, to honour Him, or disregard Him by attempting to go against Him altogether. Regardless of the choices we make, He, remains God.

According to scripture:

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings (Jeremiah 17:9-10)

Predictive programming

The devious devil is a copy cat con artist. Based on biblical prophecy, biblical truth, he counterfeits information, spins it in the opposite direction, and attempts to appropriate what is God's and make it his own. He knows better, because he is already damned, but humans, despite warnings, continue to be blind, deaf, and dumb (and I mean this as an insult, as in idiotic, rather than mute!).

We humans have deceitful, desperately wicked, self-aggrandizing hearts, and God help us, it has been our downfall since the dawn of man, and woman of course. Our fools gold is to believe we can rule the day, control outcomes, and change the order of things as established by the Sovereign. Lucifer wants us to believe this is possible, and he was the first to attempt such a thing. His demise is a sealed fate, and he wants nothing more than to ensure ours is the same suffering he will endure eternally. 

The Bible has foretold of famines, pestilence, being hunted without escape for the faithless. He warned of humans being ruled by the iron fisted, the conscience free, the murderous ones that kill without regret, remorse, or any feelings at all, other than delighting in the injury and destruction of their victims. He warned us of what would come if we continue in our sins, and oh, the sins are countless in number. If I borrow from scripture, and think about God promising Abraham as many descendants as the sands on the sea shores or the stars in the skies, and then I travel in time with an overview and witness the blood shed, the rape, the thieving and lying and murdering and and and ... then I can see, I can hear, God's heart breaking over what we have done. 

While the wicked want to program us, suggesting they are our sovereigns, we need look no further than The Bible to know that they fulfill prophecy foretold long ago. They are His rod of judgment against an apostate people: they live and breathe because of His mercy, but they are no more in control of their own end date on planet earth, than you or I. Every word of The Bible speaks of God's love and longing for none to be lost, and yet, the denying of deity is preferred by the masses, over submitting to God's saving grace.

Have I any pleasure at all that the wicked should die? saith the Lord GOD: and not that he should return from his ways, and live? (Ezekiel 18:23)

He is Alpha and Omega, beginning and end. We fill in our own history while we have breath in our lungs, by choosing, always choosing, Sovereign or copycat con artist, otherwise known as satan. 

What it comes down to, dear reader, is truth over lies, life over death, Saviour or soul murderer. The Bible is clear: 

Behold, all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die (Ezekiel 18:4)

We can pretend we are self-made, like the predictive programmers, or we can trust in predictive prophecy, like the faithful of old that God spoke through to warn all that have eyes to see and ears to hear. Simplicity is the call of the day, and two choices remain before us with all we think, say, and do:

To sin or not to sin, THAT, is the question

Want to know what is next? Ask God to open your mind to truth, read scripture, and watch with the rest of us as He fulfills all that has been prophesied over the ages. It is YOUR TURN, dear reader, to pick whom it is you glorify. 

God, self, or some copycat con artist with a big loud foul mouth?

Blowing the Whistle

Thirty minutes

We were instructed to ensure our blindfolds were positioned so that we could not see: no cheating. We were also told to refrain from speaking with one another; but making the statement "I need help" was subtly encouraged. To complete the task, we had thirty minutes to find our way out. Next, we were led by the hand to a rope, which was our only means of guidance. Finding out seemed a simple endeavour, assuming in, started where hand met said rope. Follow the stringed thing to its end, and voila, you have exited the invisible matrix. 

Opposite direction

Except it really wasn't that simple once the exercise started, because as I made my way forward, I encountered another participant almost immediately, travelling in the opposite direction. As we awkwardly made our way around one another, I became slightly confused: if I had started at the entrance of this maze, how was it that the person I ran into, wasn't going my way to get out? This happened repeatedly with other participants, and as time passed, I heard quiet voices, say, "I need help", or something along those lines. I didn't though, need help. I wasn't going to ask for it, nor had it crossed my mind. I was going to find my way to the end of the rope, and exit with confidence. 

Escaping the maze

As I slowly moved forward, I encountered a whistle dangling from the rope. Feeling it and realizing what it was, I had what I thought was an epiphany: this whole experience was a metaphor of sorts! I had passed so many people along the rope, some going my way, some the other, and it seemed like an endless, impossible place to leave. I took hold of that metaphorical and real life whistle, and began making some noise. The sharp ear piecing sound rang out in short, and then much longer repeated spurts. As some of my favourite people came close along that rope, I clung to them, holding them to me. They allowed this, for a time: wordlessly but noisily, I tried to communicate, it's the whistle, the whistle is the way out! I have the answer, the solution to escaping the maze puzzle. As they one-by-one, unwrapped from my grasp, I blew that whistle fervently, feverishly, until I was all alone on that rope, weeping. 

If they only knew

My thought was that if they only knew the answer like I did, they wouldn't leave me; we would cling to one another and the solution, ending the event so we could finally exit. In my desperation, the piercing scream of the whistle reverberated in that quiet space, filling the ears of the people I could not see. My blindfold, when I removed it after the exercise, was soaked with my plaintive tears ... 

Finally, I felt gentle hands on mine, instructing me softly to let go of the whistle, telling me "It's ok Linda, just ask for help." The thought makes me weepy as I type. I didn't want help, I wanted out on my own. I wanted people to hear the whistle calling them, alarming them to the solution to our mutual problem of being trapped. The gentle hands pried the whistle from mine, and as I let go and spoke the words, "I need help", exhaustion and defeat washed over me. I was led "out", and told that I was the last participant to exit, at the twenty-eight minute mark.

Matrix like madness 

I wept bitterly later that night, knowing that I had tried to save others with my solution, one that held them to my perspective, my way out. It took me a long time to ask for help, and that only happened after much stubborn whistle blowing. As I consider this momentous event in my life from almost eight years ago, I see it differently than I did back then. I know the whistle is symbolic to me, and represents who I am. I do not blow a whistle, I blow a trumpet, often, loudly, hopefully, with fervour, with passion, with desire to have others know the Only Answer to exiting this matrix like madness we are all living through. 

Instrument of warning

The people in the program I attended were lovely for the most part. On the day we all first met I said as much, crying when I stated "You are all so lovely, and it breaks my heart that I won't know you in eternity." Most of them were new agers, and denied Christ as Saviour. I professed my faith that first day, and since the world lost its way and began clinging to a rope with blindfolds in place, I see that no matter what instrument of warning is used, whether whistle or trumpet, some people are deaf to the sound of a saving alarm. 

Forcing blind trust

The ones that put each of us on that rope knew what they were doing. They knew they were placing us purposefully in a position of having to ask for help to exit the maze. There was no malice in this exercise: it was used as a learning tool for the participants. But dear reader, it perfectly mimics and replicates on a micro scale, what the wicked ones have done to the masses:

• Forcing blind trust
• Minimal communication with other "participants' 
• Placing people in a confusing maze with no exit "in sight"
• Time pressure and restrictions without information for decision making
• Encountering others travelling in the opposite direction
• Directional confusion
• Discombobulation
• Having to ask for help from the ones that placed you precariously in the maze
• A whistle ... a whistle ... this part is a mystery?

Dear one, we are now at a crossroads. The whistle has been blown, and some finally hear the warning screeching in their ears. Blindfolds are being removed, and while the previously unable to see look around, their eyes are adjusting to the Light of Truth. 

No blindfold zone

I have seen far too much beauty debauched, not only at the hands of murderers, but by those that did not know that they were marching themselves to lethal injections, and taking their children along with them. Many unwittingly have fornicated with the forked of tongue, and I say this not to be clever, but to point out that each time we sin slightly, we add one more piece of damnable evidence to our faithless resume as humans. Sin is insidious and cumulative, especially when we do not address our godless inclinations. Nothing happens suddenly, progression makes far more sense, and while sense ought to be "common", it would appear we have run fresh out of it, or at least, it is in short supply. 

Repentant of heart

Sinners we are, but God just plain old LOVES the repentant of heart. He empowers whistle or trumpet blowers, because they warn others that change must happen in order to secure eternity with Him. I am reminded of God incarnate, condescending to warn us: 

From that time Jesus began to preach, and to say, 

Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand 

(Matthew 4:17)

We are in a very simple situation, dear reader. You either call out to God for help as your Sovereign, and live as though honesty, integrity, kindness, love, fidelity, faithfulness, godliness, being holy, and being like Jesus are your priorities in life, or you act like the guys and gals that forsook their souls for a shiny shiny earthly fools gold reward. You are either hedonistic or heaven bound!

Yes it is that simple, or at least, it can be. 

We each get to choose, Saviour, or satan.