Humpty Dumpty Trumpty

Cheater, this is what can be said about someone that wants the rules changed or bent, to ensure an advantage: cheaters prefer favouritism over performance, because winning at all costs means more to them, then having the skill or talent to accomplish a task or goal, with excellence.

Trump called Fifa because of a "horrible" call by a referee, and requested one of his red white and blue countrymen, be permitted to play soccer for his team after being red carded for stepping on the ankle of an opponent. I am not surprised at Trump's attempt to manipulate people and demand his own way, and I guess I am not at all surprised either, to know that Fifa is inclined to give in to calls that come from off the playing field, in order to accommodate a tyrant or two.. 

What is the point of playing when all the obvious cheating is considered? What is the point of watching, with all of the behind the scenes, along with all the up front in our faces, nonsense that is permitted with eyes watching and ears perked? Sure, the athletes are poetry in motion when they work synergistically and seamlessly as one unit with one mission, but all the shenanigans with pretend injuries and pratfalls, coupled with sometimes life and body changing injuries resulting from condoned violence, make the sport a spectacle that has one questioning character, integrity, honesty, and fair play. 

Cheating is a sport unto itself, and Donald Trump is the kingpin cheater of cheaters, liar of liars, thief of thieves. He bragged shamelessly about loopholes and tax evasion, and he digs letting everyone know how rich and important he is... he is, after all, ranked number one on tic tac, or is it TikTok Donnie? with Taylor Swift far behind, in the number eleven position. 

Humpty Dumpty teetering on a brick wall comes to mind when I think of Trump with his massive ready to explode in self-awe, wonder, and admiration, air-filled head. Someone that loves the Don ought to distract him with shining things to keep him from standing in front of a microphone, and free falling with nonsensical egoistical words, that make him look like a massive blue blunder of idiocy. 

I find cheaters and liars distasteful, how about you, dear one? Do they curdle your lunch in your stomach, and make you scrunch up your face in consternation? Donald believes he is popular, but I see a train wreck, and while I try to look away, he sometimes crosses my line of vision, and I cannot help but throw a dart or two, in an attempt to pop that hot air balloon head of his, with a few words of my own. 

Humpty Dumpty Trumpty 

Sat teetering on a wall

He bumped his air head

With all the words that he said

As he tumbled with a shattering fall

Sure, it's a lousy poem, but I am getting a point across, that a man with too many words, eventually says so much, that he is marked as a fool. 

Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding (Proverbs 17:28)

Perhaps you have heard it said this way: It is better to be silent and thought the fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. 

If only Donald had refrained from constantly speaking: he may have had a chance at being thought of as wise, and held in great esteem, as a man of understanding, rather than an utter babbling brook fourth grade vocabulary fool. 

Trump. Me - popular

Taylor Swift - not so much

Don, keep talking, it confirms so much for so many. 

A Guilty Plea & Clemency

What do you do with your guilt? This is the question R. C. Sproul would ask God denying atheists. 

What, pray tell, do you do with your guilt, dear one?

When I am guilty, I side-eye look at what I have thought, said, or done, as a suspect, as a misdemeanour-mischief-maker that does not want to admit wrongdoing. It doesn't take me long to feel forlorn, with a troubled feeling in my gut that suggests, You had better take care of that issue you are avoiding, or it will haunt you all the live long day. 

After acknowledging what I am guilty of, I confess my sin; I make apologies; I attempt to make amends, without trying to smooth over what I have done: we must never ruin a perfectly good apology, with excuses. 

These past couple of days I have felt stupefied, a truly strange feeling that rides the line between shock and horror. The feeling has slowed me down and quieted me, and I wonder, how can it be, that so much loss can accumulate in a matter of a few short years? A plague of poison fills veins, stomachs, minds, hearts, and while some are pleading guilty, and will be granted clemency, others do not even glance in the direction of their own sinfulness, their own wrongdoing, their own denying of deity. 

It is the denying of deity that keeps a soul in a holding pattern of wretched guilt. When we look to him, our sins become glaringly obvious, and we cannot help but crumble in a heap of human messiness before his majesty. One cannot deny their guilt in the presence of Almighty God, but one surely can weep in remorse, plead for forgiveness, and be granted the clemency a contrite soul craves, that can only be granted by the Judge and King, the Lord of glory, Jesus Christ. 

I charge thee therefore before God and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom (2 Timothy 4:1). 

You don't have to believe what I am telling you, but I suggest to you that your very soul knows exactly of what I speak. Your very being cannot deny deity, despite your mind and heart attempting to do so, if it so happens that you are inclined to ignore, and turn your back, on the one that made you.

We will appear before God and Jesus Christ to be judged. The quick (still alive), and the dead alike, will be present at his appearing, and it is prior to this judgment day that we must look straight-eyed and seriously, at our guilt, our sins, our massive and minor mischievous-misdemeanours, and say, I said that, I did that, my hands are bloody and yes, that was me and I am so sorry Lord, please, I beg, forgive me.

It is commendable to be contrite. Repentance is a cure all. Reconciling with self as sinful and acknowledging what must be done in confessing, opens the door to healing in relationships with God firstly, others secondly, and lastly, with self as a peace-maker and new man or woman in Christ Jesus. 

Look your sins in the eye, own them, and from there, resolve to sin no more. God will give you the blessing of reconciliation with him, and the strength to face the world with a dazzling I belong to God grin, that lets others know, you are heaven bound as one of Christ's faithful followers. 

Cirie said what now?

I had to go back and listen again, because my ears may have betrayed my understanding. This is what I heard, If Luke sits next to Christ himself, he's going to win. O no she didn't! That is where my mind went as I hit the go back and listen again button. 

Cirie was on her fifth round of Survivor; as a fan favourite she was asked to play what is referred to as the greatest game of all time, over and over again. She took her place on the world tribe, and the show aired in 2025, with Australians pitted against players from other countries, that had also been on the show. 

I don't have a problem with players lying, cheating, misrepresenting others, and betraying trust, while they play the game, because this is what they have signed up for and are expected to do, but I do object to the Lord's name used as a curse or in a complaint, or within an expression of exasperation. I watch the show to study group dynamics, individual reactions and interactions, and plus, I have a little envy, I admit, when I watch players navigate the obstacle course challenges that look like way too much irresistible fun! It is vicarious pleasure for me, while watching the cast maneuver their way together or solo, through adult playground equipment... but I digress. 

Cirie was working on trying to get someone on her side. Cirie wanted an Australian to betray a fellow-patriot, in favour of keeping her in the game, and she used a you will lose tactic that is common, but she upped the anti to an unacceptable level, when she suggested that if Luke, a player that was still surviving in the game, sat next to Jesus himself, he would win.. Let us be clear, this means Jesus, would LOSE. 

Lose, imagine that, Jesus playing the game of Survivor with mere humans, and losing to a guy or gal, because said guy or gal had played an outstanding game. Hmmm, the devil you say? Cirie, spoke words that made her sound like a heathen without a clue about God's almighty power. The God of glory, being compared to a mere human in the first place is alarming, but for her to attempt to manipulate another player to get that player to feel pressured, paranoid, and compelled to align with Cirie, by suggesting Jesus would lose when sitting next to ANYONE, is dastardly to say the least. 

It occurs to me that when someone speaks as Cirie has, they have not attempted to grasp the magnitude of the meaning of eternal life. The grappling that takes place in the mind, heart, and soul, when contemplating foreverness, is thought bending, and can be torturous too, if God does not figure prominently in the picture. Jesus isn't a survivor like you and I, he is Saviour, and there simply cannot be, this strange interjecting of him into everyday modern entertainment, as though he were a commoner comparable to supposedly great characters in the game of life. The silliness factor is heaven high, and the ignorance factor is hellishly low, when this occurs. 

Cirie isn't the only guilty party on Survivor. Using the name of Jesus accompanied by Christ, is bandied about like a light and airy badminton birdie, or swirled on the tongue like a Werther's original caramel that has no substance or significance.  Intermingling the name of Christ nonsensically with other words in a sentence, and in a vulgar manner, is an everyday practice for millions of people, and I point out, that they know not what they do, because they know not, as of yet, what God has said about taking his name in vain: alternatively, they have learned that taking God's name in vain is a commandment broken, but choose to do this anyway. How shameful. 

It isn't right, you know, to curse God. It isn't right, dear one, to curse another creature. It isn't right, and we must not do this, ever. The ancient Israelites made the mistake of believing they would never have to pay for cursing the Ancient of days, but history tells the story of God's wrath against those that dare to disobey, and my prayer is that the name of Jesus is honey, not hate on your lips, and that you duly give him praise and glory as your Saviour, your King, your Mediator and God.

We must think and think again, hearing our thoughts before allowing words to usher forth from our mouths. Omniscient God hears before we speak, and it is wise to confess sins, on bent knee, and plead for forgiveness. 

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise (Psalm 51:17). 

NOTE: Australia vs World, season 13, episode 19: 

Cirie: If Luke sits next to Christ himself, he's going to win. 

Hornet Hordes

Hornets are an unwelcome pest, and biblically speaking, they are a hazard, a swarming death threat, sent by God as punishment against his enemies, and by association, the enemies of his people. The wrath of God is a terrifying penalty, or ought to be, for those that rebel against his Sovereign rule. It is foolishness to deny God as the power that was, is, and always will be: there is literally, hell to pay, for anyone and everyone that denies him as Almighty. 

A hornet followed me into my house the other day when I opened my screen door, and in a semi-panic, I opened the door wider, and shooed who out again. It was a relief to see him go, and I tell you this: I had a natural reaction to seeing him, one that I could not resist or help from having. I have the exact same reaction to human hornets, and man alive, when their nest of lies is threatened, they don't only buzz their bastardized beliefs, they flash their stingers and turn their beady-eyed gaze, in the direction of anyone that challenges their thinly held together paper mache self-deceptions. 

The human hornets vehemently defend vaccines, because they got the poison injections. They defend the governments intrusive and bully tendencies, because they go along with all things and people that govern them. People like to be led, and told what to do; they like to believe that other people are generally good, and would not harm them purposefully, despite all of the evidence they have from personal experiences. If you have been betrayed by a friend, co-worker, or worse yet, a family member, what, pray tell, gives anyone the idea, that the government agents, will not betray it's citizens, in vulgar and harmful ways? 

I write today because of the swarming I briefly experienced via derogatory comments directed at me for some of my posts on instagram. The rage is real for these people: their stingers were out, and I found it startling to see these bizarre reactions to my opinions, from strangers, so willing to discredit my faith, mock my God, and attack my intelligence. I see that they are insulted by what I presented, and they are defending themselves, because they feel attacked, mocked, and accused of being idiots and morons, for trusting the real hornets that injected them repeatedly. 

Here is what I read in The Bible just this morning, 1 Thessalonians 2:13-16:

For this cause also thank we God without ceasing, because, when ye received the word of God which ye heard of us, ye received it not as the word of men, but as it is in truth, the word of God, which effectually worketh also in you that believed. For ye, brethren, became followers of the churches of God which in Judaea are in Christ Jesus: for ye also have suffered like things of your own countrymen, even as they have of the Jews: Who both killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have persecuted us; and they please not God, and are contrary to all men: Forbidding us to speak to the Gentiles that they might be saved, to fill up their sins alway: for the wrath is come upon them to the uttermost. 

Here I present trepidatiously, my suspicions. Those that did not trust in the Lord prior to the introduction of the greatest con conceived of and implemented against humanity on a global scale, namely covid, got stung by Satan's hornet horde, over and over again, and will continue to be subject to his harassment and cruel terror inducing demeaning, unless they hear the word of truth, turn away from worldly inducements, and toward the Lord Jesus Christ as the Saviour of their souls. 

The apostle Paul spells out what hearing the truth, and receiving it as life saving, looks like, and he draws a detailed picture, of how those that hate the truth, react in violent opposition, wanting to shut-up, maim, and even kill, anyone that dares to disturb their nest of misguided beliefs. We have all gone astray at one point or another, and thankfully, God loves us so much, he gives us an abundance of time to assess, reconsider, and course correct according to his will, and his perfect way. If you are reading this, know that you can calibrate to Christ this very moment, and that it is never too late, so long as you have breath in your lungs, and can speak with your spirit, to the God that made you. 

I do not hate anyone. I write because I know that the Truth, which is Jesus Christ, made me free. This, I want for one and all, and I hope I speak directly to your intellect, your heart, and your very soul, when I state: your only chance for eternal survival and thriving happily, is to place all your trust in Christ the King, and to keep your eyes on him, come what may.

Onward and upward, is heavenward, dear one. I pray to see you there in the near, or distant for that matter, future.

Hey Crazy Lady

I am wondering if the crazy lady that has shown up at my house three days in a row, ding-donging, knocking in a demanding fashion, followed by being ignored, leaving, after placing one more yellow card in the mailbox, is getting tired of her newly formed routine; I am also wondering, does she get reimbursed for the gas and time she is wasting, coming to my residence, over and over again?

I used to walk my puggle, and man alive, garbage day was a bonanza for the pudgy furry. The part hound in him could sniff out loosed from garbage bag bones littering the hood, and because he was a greedy piggy like pup, he would wolf down ribs fast, so that I could not take them from him. When I did attempt to get a bone from him, he acted, you guessed it, like a dog with a bone: the warning snarling would start. accompanied by the threatening I-am-going-to-kill you teeth baring. Funny though, if I tried to take food from him in the kitchen, he was willing to allow this intrusion, but out in the wild, he acted like, well, he acted like, an animal!

The unwelcome woman that keeps appearing at my front door, is treating her visits very seriously, since today is Sunday, and she clearly does not take a day off for rest. How obnoxious can one person actually be, to themselves, when they know they are not only unwelcome, but clearly, unwanted, in so many ways, and yet, they persist, believing that they are rightfully doing their job, despite signs of constant rejection. Like I don't know, crazy lady, what you are doing at my door..

Out of curiosity, I decided to check-out census jobs, and you can too, but this is what I want to share with you:

The pay is outrageously high, between $25.87-31.32 per hour, and they do get remunerated for mileage and parking when on the job. I looked up how many Canadians are expected to complete the census, and the goal is 98%. The ding-donging-door-knockers will continue to attempt to get your information, if you haven't shared it yet, throughout the month of July. 

Working 20-40 hours at this job, is most excellent pay, and employment can run 8-10 weeks. Let's do the math:

Part-timers of the basic sort, hourly income: add in expenses of gas and parking

25.87 x 20 x 8 = $4,139.2

25.87 x 20 x 10 = $5,174  

Full-timers of the supervisory ilk, hourly income: add in expenses of gas and parking 

31.32 x 40 x 8 = $10,022.4 

31.32 x 40 x 10 = $12,528 

There is a lot of money to be had working a very easy job, from the looks of things, and I can see why the old lady with the snow white top of hair, keeps driving my way and persisting in her efforts. She is doing the duty she was hired for, and it ain't personal for her when she wants me to do the governments bidding, and I surely hope, she knows it ain't personal at all, when I choose to leave her hanging outside my door, day after lonely day of her life. The job is easy, as I said above, but not so easy too, and it takes a dog with a rib bone stolen from the garbage attitude, to be as persistent as some of the enumerators. 

Justin Trudeau says it is census season in Canada, and since the infamous leader suggests it's time for Canadians to give out their personal information, it means it is time to suspect, what nefarious business the government is up to now. I don't care if you think me paranoid, dear one... perhaps it would be wise, to think along the same lines, since it was the global governing body, that not long ago, shut down the world in a synchronized country by country fashion, for a pretend cv virus. 

I could write more, but let's leave off here, until next time. 

NOTE: When Justin Trudeau is the poster boy for a government initiative, there is cause for pause and examination of the situation. 

Pursued

I feel the love. First there were the letters and invitations in the mail. Next, instructions via email came right to my fingertips. There were the cell phone calls, intermingled with frequent door knockings, and cards with more instructions, left at my front door! This kind of persistence is rare and has me wondering, how very admired I must be, to get all of this attention, while I remain aloof, far off, distance, and disinclined to engage, or respond in kind, to this would be up close and personal wooer. 

The admiration club for me is big, I tell you. The touches have been frequent and by multiple pursuers. They have my email address, my home address, and my cell phone number; clearly, all personal information they bought or stole, or had handed to them for abuse, from the black market, since I do not recall inviting any of them, to contact me. I am one hot number, wanted by many, and while I turn my back on them, block the numbers they use to call, and rip up cards and envelopes for recycling, they continue with their not so subtle attempts, to see me in person, get a hold of me, and work to force a relationship. How very rude. My guess, is that they never learned, that no means no, means NO, over and over again. 

Perhaps you are censusing my point? If you are censusing my point, then you know of what I survey. Not long ago, the very same people were in hot pursuit to get certain poison products into my body, and back then, they didn't want to take no for an answer, and so they advertised, and accused, and insisted, and tried strong-arming, and and: the pressure was turned up, and the space and time and money invasion went from subtle incremental impositions, to monumental proportions. The slow drip-drip turned into the facet being turned full crank, with water dosing violently as a way to knock down any sunflowers that stood their stalky ground, objecting to being hosed, and refusing to bow their full sun faces to any would-be killers. 

Census is a counting and a surveying, and it seems to me that my pursers already have this information, since they are so familiar with my circumstances and where to find me. Why, not long ago, my income was assessed after I submitted my numbers, as were the incomes of the family members that live in the very same house. I am tracked each time I type on an internet connected device, so much so that I get random tele and email marketers, peddling their useless wares daily. I am pretty confident the govies know far more about citizens than they ought, because they are nosey parkers, sticking in their schnozes where they have never belonged. What they really want to know, is how many people are sick and with what: they are measuring their success rate after their master plan was set in motion, to poison and cow-tow the world, back in 2020. They want to know other things too, but mostly, they want people to do their bidding, and just like their daddy the Devil, they are relentless in their pursuit, with their desire remaining high, to have all comply in every matter, and in all possible manners. 

Are you, dear one, as popular as I am? Have you noticed that you are being pursued, and do you recognized your would-be-wooer? Are you repulsed, and turning your back, on the insidious and obnoxious interlopers? 

God established boundaries for humans, and they are meant to stay in place, so that you do not impose on me, and likewise, I show appreciation and respect, for your autonomy and right to privacy. Those that are gainfully employed to cross these boundaries, do themselves a disservice, and they do dirty deeds, directed at their fellow citizens. 

I feel mildly pressured: this sense of imposition to acquiesce is overridden by a strong urge to rebuke the invaders of privacy, followed closely with a commitment to wait on the LORD as my strength, to not only defend and protect me from wicked obtrusion, but to God-handle those that do not abide by his law, but rather, seek to blur and erase boundaries, and nullify the rights of individuals to choose what they will and will not, participate in. 

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage (Psalm 16:6).

What God has given, must not be taken and redistributed by grubby handed government officials that cannot seem to keep to themselves. Privacy is a right that must not be messed with, and I for one, will continue to hold my sunflower head high, and hold my back stalk stiff, without bending or breaking, before those that think they can steal, what does not belong to them.

You Started It

Feels like a fight was started by almost invisible instigators. Demons have time and enthusiasm working in their favour on this side of eternity, and while they present as ephemeral, their activities in the world are unmistakably impactful and effective. Pish posh you may dismiss, adding, You are being ridiculous with all this spiritual demonic nonsense; off you go, nut bar, but I would have to reply, Get some spiritual goggles, before it is too late. Angels of the heavenly and hellish varieties, have been around for longer than men that walk the earth, and to take lightly what matters momentously, is to err on the side of foolishness. 

Now back to our topic, the fight. The guys and gals gainfully employed by their daddy the Devil, are the actors in the play written by Satan himself. He instigates, and they do the deeds he directs them to. Some of the players understand their role and are willing to do all kinds of monstrous things for the advancement of the dark kingdom, while others are bit actors, cast as add-ons, filling the spaces between scenes with trivialities: these extras are mostly unaware of the destructive role they play, but they are necessary participants to put into production, what Lucifer wants to have happen. 

The fight was initiated as a cv stand-off, between what originally, were not warring factions, but rather, friends, neighbours, co-workers, and family members, influenced by numerous mischievous and murderous fiends: pettiness, self-aggrandizement, virtue signalling, self-righteous justification, condemnation, attack, criticism, relegation, segregation, exclusion, accusation, were the weapons of war, and the cv mutants suddenly turned on perviously loved, trusted, and eagerly embraced humans that they easily related to, prior to being informed of their plague like thoughts and selfish inclinations. How dare you threaten my very life, by not doing all you can to keep me from harm? was the undertone message, and as the battle ensued, voices got louder, more threatening, and undertone turned into verbalized assault. 

I had a colleague years ago, a delightful, playful woman, blessed with charm and grace. My opinion of her drastically changed when I saw her in a mask at Winners, and from across the store, she shouted, Where is your mask? Her attempt to publicly humiliate me and cow me into compliance, was a wicked thing for her to have done, and she is not the only one that I recall being vicious and arrogant in her attempt to force her misguided beliefs, onto me. Thing is, nowadays, the people that fell for the cv debacle, live and die regretting the injections they so willingly ran too to save their lives and everyone else’s, and there seems to be a desire on their part, to forgot, and have us forgive. It is business as usual for many, post cv. Hey, I am all for forgiveness, but I find it easier work, when apologies for extreme wrongdoing, are offered up first. 

They started the fight, and some of us are going to finish it, but we may not be in the room when the finishing happens. After being told endlessly what to do, and not to do, by perfect strangers, and then having the same imposition forced senselessly by close friends, co-workers, neighbours, old friends, and relatives, it takes a whole lot of prayer and pleading with God, to have the strength to grieve the losses, and then somehow bounce back, albeit, with almost brand new people that truly are, kindred spirits. God gave us a grace period to adapt and adjust to these violent relationship endings, and while I am not callous from the experience, I do acknowledge how painful the struggle has been. I can say that I am more resilient, while having a deep sense of compassion for the people that treated cv as though their lives were on the line, only to learn that it was a vile attempt, and a successful attempt, on Satan’s part, to drive wedges between humans and their Creator, and between humans and their fellow-creatures. 

As I stated earlier, there are demons and people that started a fight, and it ain’t over yet, but for the next round, there will be fewer opponents in the ring, because some of us, have learned to focus our attention elsewhere, and it most certainly, is not on worldly affairs - those we leave to worldlings. 

The co-lateral damage continues to accumulate, and it is my hope that honest conversations of a reconciliatory nature take place soon, because souls are on the line, and days disappear as though they are evaporating; and man alive, dying with I am sorry on the lips, never spoken or heard, is a sad state of affairs, wouldn't you agree, dear one?

And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you (Ephesians 4:22). 

It's Better In Real Life

A radio advertisement for the downtown Toronto. Cadillac Fairview Eaton's Centre, caught my attention, and had me listening: It's better in real life, the female voice stated, after listing all the delight your senses activities a person can stimulate and indulge, in the mall.  

Did you know Home Depot sells appliances at lower prices when you shop in the store, rather than selecting on line? AND, there are more to choose from when a shopper goes to the store, How 'bout dat? 

Also, did you know, that a tender hug, and a kiss on the lips, are more pleasurable, then air embraces and pretend puckering? All true I tell you!

And what about walking and talking with a friend, and one of you notices and points out, a gloriously old and sky-scraping tree, budding with new leaves of the brightest shades of green, sporting a noisy, happy, woodpecker, when suddenly, a running like mad chipmunk endangers his life, by scamping just in front of your feet? A close call for Chippie, but How 'bout dat, dear one?

It, everything, is better in real life.

Retailers heard the death knell when cv nut jobs shut down the world in order to cripple it forever. Retailers did the ridiculous, taking orders on-line, and then filling those orders when customers drove up, Curb Side they called it, and had their products places in their vehicles. I was denied the purchase of Starbucks (wicked wicked Starbucks) coffee, despite my display of cash in hand, by an arrogant punk that told me that he would not serve me without me wearing a mask, and that he was going to call the police if I didn't get out of the cafe. I guess my naked face was an insult to his sensibilities, and my breaking of pretend rules threatened his very life. But it wasn't the rebellious and autonomous baddies that were a threat to the continued existence of humanity, it was the dumber then dumb protocols that people mindlessly practiced, and dear one, we are now fast forwarded to our current future, far and away from the stupidity of cv, where "sheltering at home" has fallen by the wayside, with ads that say things like, It's better in real life. Durrrr, ya, it is. Life is better, in real life, for silly goodness sakes, and always has been.

I heard a neighbour say the strangest thing about her daughter's dog when she stopped to let us pet him, and have a little catch-up chat. I am almost too embarrassed to share what she said, but I will, because she was a mask wearer when walking the neighbourhood all those lost years ago, when cv was a real and popular mental illness, that plagued the masses in fresh, and airplane air, alike. Here is what she said: He was a covid dog, born during covid, so he wasn't socialized properly, and he reacts to other dogs, and wants to go after them. 

I am forming a brand new paragraph to address the insanity I just shared, and you just read. Ummmm, hello? Is anybody out there? Dogs act like flipping dogs, and sometimes they get aggressive with one another, because, they are dogs, How 'bout dat? 

Anyhow, I was just wondering, Do you think it is better, in real life? 

Imagine eating imaginary steak, with an imaginary slice of chocolate cake and imaginary vanilla ice cream for dessert. Imagine making imaginary love to your spouse and never having the pleasure of touching your sweetheart. Imagine bathing without water, and drinking air, to quench your thirst. Imagine, a society, that is told to live in a box, labelled home, and never have anyone come to visit, or stay for a while. Yup, just imagine. 

Crazy is as crazy does and we sure have seen a lot of crazy, haven't we?

Radio ads should not be our source of encouragement, or advised estrangement, for that matter. I shouldn't have to be told life is better when I am experiencing the coming alive of my senses, and yet, this ad makes perfect sense when used to combat all the psychopathic messaging we suffered during the cv craze, that disrupted normal and logical thinking patterns, in the fearful.ly inclined that are easily influenced. 

How 'bout dat, dear one? How 'bout we pay attention to what we are being told to do, and what we are being told not to do too, and how 'bout we think for ourselves, moving forward?

The Eaton's Centre is usually full up with wall-to-mall-wall, non-shoppers, that have nothing to do except dead-eye hang-out, and periodically, mill about, and maybe get some food court grub. Retailers want us to spend our money, and if "it', the mall, is better than real life, we've got a problem Houston. 

Anyhow, I am tired of the subject, so I will leave off now, and just say this:

The great outdoors are resplendent and all of creation sings God's praises. I can hear the singing of birds in the trees nearby, and I am in awe as I listen to their joyful songs. It, is better, in real life, dear one, and forever will be. 

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork (Psalm 19:1). 

He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches (Psalm 104:10-12). 

Shadow & Substance

When shadow actualizes into substance, what we hope for, and alternatively fear, becomes tangible.

Recall your childhood, and that sick fear that surged at bed time, when shadows loomed large, shifting and changing on bedroom walls, with confirming household creaks and groans, that haunted and disturbed, sending you deeper under the covers in an attempt to hide and protect yourself from the monsters that lurked and and in your imagination, roamed freely during the night. Sleep is a vulnerable state, and darkness is cover for evil beings, making it natural and normal to experience fright in the night. The sun's rays clear our vision and crisp our surroundings, and it is easy to forget in the morning light, what terrified us in the dim hours. 

Jesus' arrival as the Messiah was foretold as a promise spoken of in the Old Testament, and when he put on flesh, he was referred to as Emmanuel, meaning God with us. The hopes of the heart are satisfied when one sees this shadow of God, fulfilled in the substance of Christ, as King. Fears take flight, the soul rejoices, and what used to terrify, no longer influences and impacts the spirit, because the spirit of God is without fear, and we become fearless too, when we but all our God given faith, in him. When you, dear one, have confidence in Christ, you need not worry, fuss, fret, nor fight:

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid (John 14:27).  

Now that we have established a baseline for understanding the glorious side of shadow and substance, let us take a look at what we are witnessing on the dark side, that is manifesting in the world. Keep in mind, as we walk along the path of perdition to comprehend what we see, that Satan requires bodies, he needs human flesh, to function in a utilitarian fashion, to accomplish his foal goals of retaliation against our mutual Creator. Humans must agree to his terms, they must choose wickedness and rebelled too, in order to be used well in vile endeavours. The Devil cannot make you and I do anything: we are always accountable for our words and deeds, so be sure to take a look at your past and current circumstances, for signs of disobedience to God's will and way, so that you can course correct, and calibrate to Christ, as the only One that can redeem souls, saving them from damnation. 

Shadow has now taken on substance in alarming ways in the realm of evil. On my street, a woman drove her vehicle at an estimated speed of seventy kilometres an hour, into a car travelling in the opposite direction, causing significant bodily harm to the passenger. It just so happens, that the injured party is my across the street neighbour. The head on crash driver, lives three doors down from the victim of this senseless incident, and she has not once, apologized or shown concern, for the person she severely hurt, while reckless driving. Now before you accuse me of being unkind and without compassion since "accidents happen", not far from my home, a woman sat with her car idling in a parking lot, and then gunned the engine, pressing hard on the gas pedal, driving her blue Jeep Wrangler through a mall wall. The massive vehicle ploughed down six people inside the building, pinning one woman under the truck. Switching gears slightly, I have heard reports of people hearing voices in their heads, of a radio active sort, and dear one, they are being instructed to do things to themselves, and to others, of a violent nature. I could go on with the driving into buildings and people stories, but you don't have all day to read about the news in my city, since you live in a place too, where strange and disheartening things are happening, that have you shaking your head, and perhaps have you wondering, Do I really need to leave my house today? 

NOTE: Within the same time frame as the incidents I noted above, a man drove into the front of an elderly ladies home, while she sat in her living room. By the grace of God, she was feet away from the front end of a pick-up truck, and was spared physical injuries, but now must suffer the massive inconveniences associated with home repairs... I tell you this to say, that destruction enters in, even when you are minding your own business in the front room of your home. 

I am going for the jugular today, and you may not like what I have to say. There is co-lateral damage occurring all over the place as a result of injections people agreed to have administered to them during the cv craze, and long afterward too, since there are people that have had upward of eight plus shots, and some people continue to wear masks. People are sick, suffering, and dying, and sometimes, perhaps often? this is occurring while they are driving, turning them and their vehicles into weapons of mass destruction. I call it mass destruction because of the repercussions, and the sick waves of trauma that reverberate through society, and in particular, into whole family units. 

We are witnessing shadow becoming substance in alarming ways. The poison shots were of the Devil, and now we see the sinister coming to life in the odd and dangerous behaviours of formerly healthy, and normal human beings. You need not watch the news from far off places; all you need do, is watch and listen to your local news, to see that the world has gone mad with their addiction to pharmakeia, and humans are behaving as though they are on hallucinogens. 

It is now a worry for the mind, and a hazard to the physical body, to drive the roads here in London Ontario, Canada, with the rules and laws being seemingly ignored. I suspect, it is not simply the ignoring of established regulations for safety that is occurring, but an absence of presence of mind. People appear to be losing their ability to think, and act reasonably, with an understanding of short and long term consequences. It is unfortunate to note too, that contrition is missing in action when these accidents occur. We were told to protect ourselves from one another not that long ago, and perhaps the soul sickness seeds planted back in the cv heydays, are now, coming to fruition, with detestable and undigestible fruit. 

I am not a negative nelly, or a dread and doom kind of gal. I am cheerful and playful by nature, and while I walk this earth, I will always profess faith in Christ, and pray that as an ambassador for the King of kings, many will come to saving grace knowledge of God the Almighty, by hearing the gospel of truth. This said, I have the gift of discerning the spirits, of seeing and being enabled to label what is happening all around us, and it is a frightful sight to behold. I am not alone in my observational skills, there are many people noticing that shadow in the spiritual realm, is now substance in the physical, with demonic forces moving from secretive strategic plotting, to overt and obvious, full on assault of the human race.

Does what you have just read, ring true to you? Do you see what I am saying, as actually happening in the tangible world? 

I invite you to read The Bible, and to ask God to open wide, your spiritual eyes. As we come to a close of our time together, I include this powerful punch of truth from scripture: 

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places (Ephesians 6:12).

When our night monsters take on flesh, we must take up the sword of the Spirit, and in unity, pray for God's will to be done, here on earth, as it is in heaven. 

And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints (Ephesians 6:17-18). 

Nothing Better

There is nothing better than a screaming conscience. There isn't anything that can compare, to falling at the feet of the Lord of glory, with heart in hand, ripped to shreds in remorse, and pleading, Please fix this: it feels as though I will die from the aching.  

It is when the heart is rent in two, that desperation has one searching in dire need of help. Have you been in this situation, dear one? Do you know of what I speak? 

I have heard a great deal of devastating news this past couple of weeks. It matters not that I anticipate more of the same, or that I knew in advance that horror would hit us all, hard and fast in the face and gut, in a one-two rapid fire combination of punches. Predictions are coming to pass, with cancer escalating and stealing life suddenly, but it makes sense that living organisms die, when given massive doses of poison. 

I killed a plant, or two, recently, They were succulents, and they absorbed the water I gave them, and it caused death. I knew before I poured but did it anyway, not truly comprehending that what some plants can survive, other plants cannot tolerate. God deemed and we humans, demean, meaning, we think we can override his rules and regulations, his perfectly ordered creation, and it doesn't take long to discover how very wrong we can be, and often are. 

Humans follow other humans and sometimes it is to God knows where. God knows where every time, and we do an excellent job of pretending that the paths we take will not lead to our destruction, and the company we keep will not damage our soul, and the words we speak will not slash and wound our own being. 

People wore masks, and some people have just in case masks in their car consoles. It used to be that those ugly blue things on stings hung at the ready off of rearview mirrors: do you recall the not so long ago cv days of yesteryear? I see now how important the masks are, how much sense they make. Sentimental swill and masks go hand in hand. I protect you, you protect me, and we all pretend that we are being kind in the silliness. Satan has a way of trivializing the soul, and turning humans into crowd pleasing, performing monkeys. He delights when humans are nothing like God, and more like brute beasts, that do not think for themselves. 

A screaming sick with remorse conscience is a singular experience that massive arrow points to regret for sins committed against God, self, and others. A guilt riddled soul has the opportunity to be redeemed before a merciful Almighty, all knowing God, and this, dear reader, is what is needful and necessary, before all of the the bad news calls, and the witnessing of social media shared sadness. The injected are very sick, and verily, will die, but will it be with forgiveness from the Lord, before they pass from this life, into eternity? 

Individual accountability is inherently part and parcel, for each human being that can think, and act, from their own strength. I cannot blame you for leading me astray, and you cannot blame me either, when we both know better. I cannot blame the government for people I love, going along with the demonic scheme of getting injected with toxins that maim and kill: they did this of their own accord. They transported themselves to sites for injections, and it hurts my heart tremendously to know that these actions, will more than likely, be the cause of suffering and death, in the near future. 

We have all gone against God, shamelessly. It is when shame for our sins sledgehammer hits the mind, and twists the heart into a tangle of knots, that we realize we can be forgiven in our sorrow, by confessing to God, the One that already knows all. I am concerned for those that still psychologically mask, hiding from themselves emotionally and intellectually, from truth telling before God. I am concerned for those that are surprised at sudden deaths, and turbo cancers, and have been told, it is because of the cv shots, but choose to deny this as a possibility. Acknowledging this fact will be excruciatingly painful, and yet, it is a must, if truth is to prevail, with lies dying instantaneously.  

Everything is about the soul, dear one. There is nothing more important, nothing better, than to know God, and to feel his love as a healing and soothing balm for the spirit. It is lies, and always has been lies, that keep us from him. Jesus is known as the Truth, and it makes perfect sense, that if we lie to ourselves and to each other, we cannot be close to him, and we cannot be, like him. The father of lies is the Devil: can it be more plain to us, that in order to be saved from God's wrath, we must abide in him as obedient, truth telling children? 

Lucifer wanted to be God and was damned for his audacity. Humans follow in his footsteps, when they trust one another, rather than their Creator. This sin must be acknowledged, confessed, repented of in deep remorse, and then, Christ the Saviour of souls, seen on the cross dying for ours sins, can become the Truth and Light, by which our path is made clear and illuminated. 

Those that took the shots, for whatever reason or excuse they have made or continue to make for having done this dastardly deed, may now regret their choices, but they must go the next step, and plead with God for forgiveness, for not placing all of their trust in his providential care. It is lack of faith in God that became very evident, when the world went coo-coo over covid. 

There is nothing better than a guilty, screaming conscience, dear one, especially when we go to the Lord looking for what only he can provide. 

Psalm 30:2 

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

Psalm 73:26 

God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

437 Front Liners

I have a number stuck in my head, a number that repeats itself, 4 3 7, four-hundred and thirty-seven. This number isn't a lock combination, or part of a phone number, or address. 437 represents individuals amassed in the hundreds, that in the heat of spiritual battle, resolved to remain stedfast, despite the earth shifting beneath their feet. 

LHSC, which stands for London Health Sciences Centre, had their staff at the front of the line, for injections. Think with me, of the twisted messaging we were all subjected to, when propaganda was dump truck offloaded on us, for years. Front line refers to the fighters in the trenches that are in immediate and direct contact with a threatening and deadly enemy, and these fearless folk do what they must to act as a shield for everyone behind them, that need protection. Front line in the LHSC cv debacle, was a first-in-line overpowering suggestion for injections, not only to keep staffers from getting sickly due to exposure via deathly ill patients, but also, as examples for all the uneducated, health idiots, that knew not the "science" behind medicine, and had to be told what was good for them. The line of imposed thinking ran as follows: Get the shots so you can stay safe and effective as a front line worker, in order to be enabled to save others from this deadly assault. It reminds me of the, Place your mask over your mouth first instructions on an airplane, Before helping someone nearby. 

Why is a hospital called a science centre? A medical science centre, not a healing centre, or a health and wellness centre - with the dubious word science inserted in the title, we can see, how manipulative the messaging can be, when Follow the science, and, I went with the science terminology, is weaponized against a society, that sees God as some oblivious buffoon that hasn't a clue about reason or logic, and cannot be counted on to save us from strange and invisible, deadly viruses, that in the instance of cv, never even existed. 

Most of us have had some injections, since it has been common practice for decades to be injected, from birth, in 'modern' society. Sadly, we have been damaged by the drug and poison pushers, and I think it fair to say, that the instigators and filthy lucre propagators, keep their offspring far and away from needle points, unless of course, plastic surgery or filler injections are required to maintain a semblance of youth or beauty. The combination of an excess of money, with not enough life purpose, and an undertone hatred for God and his creatures, will lead a person down the road of perdition, to a life of vanity and frivolity, where appearances matter far more, than character development and soul security in the Lord. You know what is safe and effective, dear one? Believing on the Lord Jesus Christ, that's what.  

437, dear reader, didn't do the deed. They didn't follow orders; they didn't submit to the seduction of financial security promised, in exchange for compliance, and concomitant camaraderie, with criminals. The enemy of our soul is a roaming and ravenous killer, and four-hundred and thirty-seven medical staff members were fired from the LHSC, when they made it clear that they would not tow the nefarious line, for the powers that want to be. The Devil does not make us do things, we have freedom to choose, and at the very same time, God empowers us when we need the strength to stand stedfast, against an invisible and deadly enemy, that wants nothing more, then for us to turn our backs on Providence, and trust in lying, cheating, thieving, malicious, mischievous, and murderous humans. 

The 437 did their jobs and lived their hippocratic oaths, by caring for themselves and others, when they said Yes to health, and a resounding No, to injuring, maiming, and killing, an unsuspecting populace, with substances designed to destroy.

I thank God for the discernment of the 437, because we need them now, more than ever.