The Belief In Miracles w David Nino Rodriguez & Peter Colla; “Follow-Up Q & A’s”

July 17, 2021 Video with David Nino Rodriguez

“I need to buy your books for my brother. He’s 70, but had the vitality of a 20-year-old until recently. He lives in Houston. I moved to California as a young Navy wife, now I’m neither. I am stuck here for now.” 

“I live in Brisbane, Australia and am 58 years young ex-military ex-police and for the past year, I work in a residential drug & alcohol rehabilitation center as a support worker for people of all ages & backgrounds. I also have 8 yo son who is Add Asd Adhd allergic to dairy wheat fish…”

“I’ve prayed and believed for healing for my eyes, tried every kind of treatment…” 

“I am a 53-year-old woman…who was “diagnosed” with MS in 2008 & immediately prescribed different therapies & pills.”

“Hello Peter, I just watched you on Nino Rodrigues’s show and I am blown away.”

Questions and Answers Video Today

Many questions, many emails, hundreds, after I was on the David “Nino” Rodrigues show last month; Belief In Miracles w Peter Colla on YouTube June 17, 2021, marked for me a day that would culminate at least in God’s purpose realm, a pivotal moment, a day of answered prayers and perhaps unseen yet felt miracles.

People flooded my email with countless questions, requests for my books, which until then had sold perhaps a handful of copies in over three years, but suddenly people interested even pleading for more information regarding the many aspects of observations I had witnessed over the years because we, my wife Anna and I, placed God back into the health care treatment evaluation, treatment procedures, and focus by not only ourselves but the people who God blessed us to have been placed under our care.

I say pivotal because, yes while we had seen many of the miracles occur, or hear of the results and then write them down, share them with others, even try to reproduce them in others, these interactions had been until now primarily one on one. Being employed in the same system that would seem to suppress such focus, especially when receiving a paycheck had made me a target for constant and seemingly increasingly aggressive attacks to stifle any words or suppress the spreading of such experiences, regardless if I had anything to do with them or not, either directly or indirectly.

So now when suddenly a larger audience could apparently see these reports, hear the stories or be directed to the written accounts, and suddenly responded the overall feeling was nothing short of “Bliss,” but also a deep sense of gratitude to David for giving us that opportunity, opening that door, giving this old therapist the needed kick under the ass to actually reach out myself, make my own videos, and share with the world what I have seen, feel God has shown me and others, and send out my own sort of “messages in bottles” as more and more of them are tossed into the ocean and I sit back ad wait to see who might have one float up onto the shore of their house far off on distant shores? Who might be touched by words as I merely tell my stories and relate the beautiful flowers God has so graciously allowed me to touch in His so perfect and beautiful field.

If you feel like, you might take the time out of your busy day and listen to part or even more than a part of this Spiritual Therapists ramblings, who knows it may strike a chord or remind you of this or that acquaintance that you might agree such word could help them? And if one person only one, in the whole world is help regardless if they buy a book or not, then my sweetest dreams and fondest wishes have been realized, and all the efforts combined for all the writing I have written, or videos produced, is worth it, as that person may receive a sprinkling of healing from the outstretched arms of God.

So please share or tell others, or write me with your own concerns, I will try to write you back as soon as I can, and maybe if you approve I will speak about thoughts or ideas concerning your own issues you pen to me in a video, at least until the day that we can speak in person or together on a call.

Bless all who join us in the healing process and help others, some with mouths to speak, some with arms or legs to carry, some with strong backs to lend support, all are part of the body of the healer.

By Peter Colla 

See more of this writers feeble visits to the Generals Tent, check out this other videos with Nino on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

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Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

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Bless You

Peter and Anna

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“Watch The Water,” I Ask; “How, What, And Why?”

We are all told to Watch the Water, yet here in Arizona on the weekend President Trump comes for a rally, floods, storms, flash floods, even tornados?, when we barely get any rain whatsoever the whole rest of the year?

In this ever increasingly chaotic world of hidden agendas, dark spiritual plots hiding under our beds or lurking from the deep dark recesses of those infinitely diabolical closets, that we know must reside one or another white-faced clown, some plastic Chucky doll, some pathetic article of a dried-up Hillary turd, or worse yet the skinny armed little Woody Doll with the Tom Hanks voice looking for the next baby to snatch, just hiding there, its head ready to swivel, torment, unleashing at any moment as the inevitable results and undeniably monstrous fear of some doomsday curse thought up in the minds of one or another Nazi doctor, the perpetrated by the stumbling spasms of mindless zombies marching forward by the orders of these witches they seem to be subject to, we all know there must a way to obtain higher ground, an elevated level of perspective, perhaps a higher state of vibration, where we can then see clearly that these pontifications or no more than the ramblings of some plastic headed shit stuffed puppet waiting obediently until their string is pulled once again?

Here again, we are told to “Watch the Water!”

As we have discussed in the last blog and subsequent video that followed, watching the water especially when said water event is from God, has a distinct differential of perspective as well as expected outcome dependent on which team we happen to be following, arm-chairing in your weekend rah-rah support, or if you happen to actually be one of those fighting on the front lines in this End Times War between Good and evil, if you believe such a thing, regardless of for which side the physical ramifications are always intensified by the spiritual energies that drive them good or bad, and when we realize this our own rising above them, regardless of the intensity of said storms, attacks, or curses, becomes a dance of Illumination where everything looks small, inconsequential, and basically harmless especially when viewed from orbit!

But how do we get there, to this lofty, and apparently peaceful vantage point? That’s the million-dollar question, the one everyone seems to be pointing at, pointing the fingers at the dark ominous funnel cloud forming off in the distance without giving some sound advice of what beanstalk will allow you to climb high above the clouds, and safe from the ravishing effects of the swirling winds down in the cornfield we happen to be lost in? 

Again here we are, as many who have read my blogs or happen to glanced at a chapter or two of the books I have written, would tell you I commonly reveal when I don’t know something or understand especially the more subtle nuances of the spiritual side of things, I will go to the source of spiritual illumination and Revelations, asking God. You said; “We have not because we ask not?” so I’m asking; When we are told to watch the water, how exactly are we supposed to do this?

Then I sit quietly in the solitude of this most recent prayer, waiting softly in what I have come to know as my own “green pasture,” or “still waters,” and usually if I actually take the time to do these most important tasks, or at least try to, He will usually give one or another image, sign, word, or bulletin casually dropped into my awareness like the subtlety of any baseball landing on the top of my head as I casually sit and really not watch the game paying more attention to the beauty next to me or the popcorn and bear I am so desperately and I may say ungracefully, trying to toss into my mouth, down my shirt, and all over the floor of the bleachers I am sitting in.

But in this particular day, all of the distractions mentioned above as well as the impending visit from my dear friend Nino, were placed on a short hiatus, allowing me more of a truly relaxed and reflective meditation, one any truly heartfelt prayer deserves, and in usual fashion, The Father did not delay in depositing immediately a solid and very vivid image into my head answering in one simple swoop, all the questions I have been asking for quite a while, about the water watching assignment?

I say image because that is actually how it seems to come to me more often than not. People who know me, know I have always been artistic at in the drawing or painting arena, but unless I am able to see the image in my head when I don’t have it sitting right before my eyes frozen still so I can take the time to reproduce it onto the blank canvas, I cannot produce merely out of my imagination. 

It is not much different in the written word, I get these images in my head, weather stories, people medical issues they bring to me, or situations, images, sometimes words, and then just write down as best as I can what I see, call it intuition or some vibration emanating from a rock or the center of the galaxy, I like belief it actually comes from God, most of the time because in many cases it is not something I have heard before, seen, or experienced, and when it comes to real solutions or insights, well I’m just not that smart, or I certainly wouldn’t have done as many “boneheads” as I had in the past? 

So, using my more formal artistic liberties, I then try not only to speak of the primary focussed subject but strive to describe all aspects of the issues or image at hand, which will include the background images or aspects, surrounding seemingly unrelated factors which might yet play a role in the entire composition, high lights, low lights, focal points and even the specific directions this such as the Light may be emanating from and then how these play into perspectives allowing the then observer to witness for themselves what I see? 

Well, that’s how it works at least for me, if you asked my wife you would come to find out that God speaks to her in a slightly different and often more exciting way; signs, colors, images that themselves translate into other meanings due to the information she had realized are associated with these signs and the specific meanings behind them even if only rudimentary, yet always vivid as well, specific, and constant. I think God talks to each of us in our own and unique way, it is up to us to take time out of our busy schedules, look to Him, recognizing Him in these energetic vibrational experiences, listen or watch, and then act upon the signs in a way that is pleasing to Him who gave us the information in the first place.

So here we have it, a simple question about watching the water, “How and What” and your inquisitive new not so young, bald friend getting an answer or at least the image of an answer that will in no doubt need to be placed to pen before the full and masterful painting has any chance of appearing.

An image of Jesus, and perhaps someone of less saintly attire of the then Fisherman Peter walking on the water, standing above the waves and churning dark seas, unconcerned, and unencumbered by what is going on below their feet. It is then I hear or just know as a clear and resolute voice appears in my head like the after rumblings of thunder just following the lightning strike of the neighbor’s tree, only feet from the now shaking house I happen to be sleeping in, weathering out the storm in what I know must surely be a safe secure, location.

“I showed you this first before anything else, do you remember?” The voice seems to ask without actually seeming to expect an answer. And while all I seem to muster as a response is “of course I do” very quickly the rest of the image plays across my mind like a Kaleidoscope, dancing image after image after flowing image, with so much action it would put any End Game battle seen to serious shame in comparison trying even with most childish eyes to make corresponding connections to all of it let alone remember it all. 

That being said, here you go my dear friends, readers, fellow fox hole dwellers, and would-be water walkers. Images appear high above storms suddenly as massive as the greatest hurricanes even cyclones but the massive clouds when seen from this vantage point the winds which I know must be in the high one hundred or even two hundred miles an hour range, hardly seem to be moving in the least, and lightning strikes happening all over the area of the great storm merely look like small flashes of light hardly brighter than those made by the “fireflies” of my youth I enjoyed looking at outside in our yard on a gentle or soft summers eve. Even the power of the great tornado, when observed high above the storms that fuel them leaves the observer with absolute assurance that raging destructive force below has absolutely no chance of even touching them as they watch out the storm and watch from above. 

Then suddenly I am hoisted up onto the mountain top where I can see my own dear city Phoenix below and the tell-tail fog-smog line that often rests upon the city especially on days when the overall heat seems to press this pollution down into the valley below coupled with the eerie stillness of no breeze a layer of darkness rests so thick only the tops of the buildings or few peaks in the center of town is all that poke sits gasping heads out struggling almost choking-ly for a breath of somewhat fresher air. How strange it is when you are living in it, the frog slowly being cooked in the water, you hardly notice this reduced almost dismal hue around you, the only factor is the steady increase in pulmonary irritation and the increased allergies to just about everything? Ahh, why not blame it on the Gluten! 

So must it be with any and all storms, attacks, poisons, pollutants, diseases, if you can’t even see the streets of the ground below the haze how can you possibly have any chance of seeing the hordes of attacking demon troops marching on the people below in the valley? Interestingly enough when you are flying directly over, as with an airplane or in a hot air balloon you can clearly see below quite clearly and everything going down there now suddenly looks no more threatening or significant for that matter than watching little ants moving about the patio below gathering their little crumbs or going about their own tasks they themselves deem essential literally unaware of the observer above, but more importantly have absolutely no chance to elicit even the vaguest influence on the now “Sky Walkers” purpose. 

So there you have it, simple as it might seem all we have to do is, rise above it, walk on the water when in the storm, climb out of the valley before the pollution sucks us into its dark black maw? 

Walk on water… now that sounds easy, what one guy in history managed it other than Jesus, and he needed to lock eyeballs with Him to do it. 

But there again did the Man Himself say; “Even greater things than those you saw Me do, you will do, because I am with My Father in heaven.” Another have not, because you ask not; question?

I wrote about a related topic quite a while ago placing it in my Quantum Ascension book but I think it might be appropriate for this time today to bring out and read; called “The Descended.”

A father, a brother, a son is going about his business, he has heard the commotion, people talking about the show at the temple, but people always talk, maybe he should see for himself? There are fish to catch, he has his children to feed. Not that he has a difficult life, although work can be hard, with good hard work comes good rewards. Seeing the faces of his children as they smile at the dinner table, a meal provided by the strength of his arm, the commitment of his work, and the love of a father who knows the lives that have been placed in his care, are worth every physical discomfort the efforts may produce, making it all worthwhile.

The father walks not far from his house contemplating as he goes the spectacle the show of the temple has become, recalling to himself thoughts veiled whispers of vague memories of his life in front of him; “I’ve heard what they say, the dancing, the music, people go in, and then don’t come back for hours at a time.”

My wife says that it has gotten out of hand, people lose themselves there, like slaves or addicts, “I don’t see how that could possibly be?” he says silently to himself. All I know it seems to scare her what she has heard, a darker side to what others merely call entertainment. Her words of warning softly echo in his head; “Stay away from there, nothing good will come from that place!”

Ridiculous as it may seem, ghosts stories, monsters under the bed, witches dancing in the groves up in the hills, these fairy tales never seemed to scare him even as a youth, perhaps that was one benefit of being borne with a strong arm, completely confident he could take care of himself. Plus curiosity has always been a weakness of his not necessarily limited to the comings and goings of cats.

The beautiful sparkling eyes of his children he can’t help but notice as his son walk’s along at his feet, how he loves playing on the ground playing with him, or picking up his daughter, holding his children close to his chest, how beautiful they are. It is so easy to see his wife’s eyes in them, the purity of the child’s smile tickles his memory for the days of his youth, the sweet smile of his wife on their wedding day, each day is another nugget of gold so bountiful God has given him every single day of his adult life.

Thoughts cascade with each step in a moment through years of life highlights as he strokes the path along this ever seemingly darkening road. There is an air of restlessness ahead, voices even screams, seeming sirens on the wind; “is that pleasure or pain he hears?” dancing among the many busy thoroughfares he passes these days.

His earlier years were less complicated those days, the pressures of responsibility were only just beginning to shine their light through the morning trees. A man only had to think of himself in those early hours, care for himself, work enough to feed himself, but the joy of a wife does bring their own comforts, contemplations, and added tasks.

Work for food, build a house, raise enough for the harvest, fish enough with the nets one has, carve and sand enough wood for another, save to maybe buy a boat, all to take care of the family we both wanted. Funny how life will change one step at a time, a brick here, a table there, a baby’s bottle, children’s clothes, bedding, shoes, food, oh but it is so worth it, to watch my beautiful children eat and grow.

A man wonders to himself if everyone feels this way, but I certainly have seen the pleasures of my labors, the gift of love given him by an adoring wife, and loving children that count on us to provide all they need, place them on the right path in this life. But who really gave them these gifts, for only within the source of such perfection could a masterpiece of such magnificence spring?

These precious lives kept in our care, brought under the responsibility of my wife’s and my protection, until they are old enough to make decisions for themselves. It is a great responsibility, their lives, growth, even health is determined by the choices we make, the work the very ground a man tills until they come to the day of accountability.

He remembers his own ceremony that wonderful Bar Mitzvah, how he so looked forward to it as a child himself. The thought of finally being old enough to make his own decisions, be responsible for himself, it seemed so freeing of thought then, how little did he know that moving into adulthood brought with it not only the accountability of self but the responsibility of everyone else who comes under your care?

“I just don’t see what’s all the excitement about watching the priests and priestesses carrying on.” He suddenly finishes saying to himself as he walks up closer to the building now clearly displaying everything out on the steps and even into the streets, open for all to see.

The temple he was speaking of, is the newly built temple to molech, and while he had heard of this religion, if you could call it that, has been around for centuries, it is only recently that these structures have come into sight. The kings today seem more tolerant to such practices than in the past, even seem to be encouraging this carrying-on otherwise why would they build so many temples?

People come and stare for hours at the performances, a spectacle for all to see. Priests engaged in all sorts of shows, demonstrating even participating themselves in every act of vile, vice, war mimicking dances, or death acts imaginable, many things only years ago would not have been tolerated, are now being seen now on display to a docile and cheering crowd. 

Priestesses, the most beautiful of the land, voluptuous beyond belief openly flaunt nudity with lust-filled eyes. Calling out to other men and women, luring them with their gestures, they are all adorned with strange symbols, pictures painted on their skin, or jewelry dangling from pierced faces, markings that seem to sinisterly resonate with dark meanings of their own just beyond the limit of one’s awareness.

Men of strength and stature, display themselves with smirks across their faces clearly displaying the pride they have for themselves as they taunt others with their sweat-drenched gestures. Performances that mimic violence and war, aggression, even fighting displays with such ferocity it is difficult to see if it is real or merely an act?  

Eunuchs whose exact original sex not exactly clear to determine, engaged in all manner of sexual perversion with each other, the more flamboyant the better, desperate to bring attention to themselves.

They even engage in horrible acts with animals, the horrified imprisoned creatures stare back at them in terror, understanding somewhere in their beings the evil that seems to reside here. 

Many even dance against cold stone statues that seem in themselves lingering on the edge of some possible supernatural movement. The more shocking and degrading, the more blood involved, the more the people’s gaze mesmerized in wonder, stare, gawk, and cheer.

In the center is the huge bronze demonic statue image of molech or is it baal, it seems to be called many different things by different people? A tall bronze creature with a horned cow’s head and what appears to be a human body, a rectangular cut out in its’ belly revealing the constant hungry of the fire that sits within. It is a large grotesque figure of envious imagery, a beastly image with a hateful look on its face, not quite cow-like almost devilish, cow-eyed as clearly lacks any life or soul only lingers in the lifeless stare, the black slits around the eyes reflecting only the darkness that no-doubt dwells inside. Who does it hate? Seemingly everyone and everything, maybe even itself? Interestingly many of its events have the same ring in their nose and their faces even seem to all begin to mimic the images they worship?

Hands stretched out reaching, wanting, evermore unsatisfied, grasping for something anything to quench the ever-present hunger that burns within. The large rectangle cut out of his stomach is the place they throw various sacrifices, priest’s and priestesses cast various elements of precious wealth into the blazing chasm, screaming in a combination of ecstasy and pain, searing pain from the burning tentacles that reach out and touch any and all that come near. 

The priest must fling the treasure into the hot belly because getting too close already had caused a few to spontaneously erupt in flame as their clothes, hair, or ornamental dressing catch fire sending the unfortunate into a crumbling blaze of fire and screaming. This only seems to cause the other attendants to laugh and dance more feverishly.

The gaping maw in the belly is never satisfied, the fires cause the statue’s skin to burn deeper red and hotter with every sacrifice. The tormented destruction of everything that is thrown in is evident from the gasps and radiating stares on the faces of all that stand and watch. Shadowy reflections of the flames dance across the faces of the onlookers like small menacing spirits in an endless chaotic rhythm across cheeks, eyes, and mouths. Many of the onlookers wear masks over their mouths, as do the more subservient attendants, they are clearly not leading but following the procession.

The ever-growing and constant fire within that is heating the creature to a point of almost white-hot, glowing even pulsating along the now almost moving edges seems to ripple with a life of its own. Gyrating figures all around enticing more and more onlookers, some sprint into the crowds of onlookers only to pull reluctant participants before the statue, mostly these are young children or young women that are pulled out of the crowd, alone nobody helps them as they are pulled away in grasping horror, many tossed in horror and screams into the burning blaze a few sliced open first to draw out their blood before the now dead body is tossed into the chasm or worse yet sliced and devoured by the leaders of this performance. 

The majority of them their screaming and crying drowned by the chanting tones of all the onlookers, in resistance fades from ear as they are drug across the square by the priestesses, even pushes by others in the crowd. People of all ages and status, standing, sitting, kneeling even bowing low in front of the image, watching in a sort of trans, maybe trans-human staring for hours upon end, waiting for yet again another tingle in their emotional base to spark, most of them on all fours, it is truly the earth that has them in its grip. One would say trans-human because their spirits especially at the front can in no way only be their own?

The most popular and beautiful are solicited into service as priests and priestesses, this service is not without compensation or costs, they receive the highest pay of the land, nearly rivaling the kings, they’re every want and desires are fulfilled, power, pleasure, and even prestige given them by the bronze statue or so they think. But to the costs; they pay with their servitude, it is a service for life, a blood contract for their very soul once signed, they no longer have access to, only death can separate them from service once they have entered. Every bit of purity, beauty, and strength is slowly sucked out of them until only a dried-up husk of a shell remains.

All of their symbols, the demonstrations, even the words being uttered are not their own, everyone seems to know the true source of the chanting, and as a result, their every movement seems watched and scrutinized by the leaders, for they must always conform to the behavior dictated by the temple or their position will be eliminated, outcast, or worse yet find themselves on the sacrificial table, a sacrifice for sexual mutilation for the visual pleasure of the gawking crowd. They, of course, must perform as they are instructed whether they believe in the ritual or not. They have paid with their soul, it is no longer theirs to choose, for they must bow down, and confess with their mouths the lies that the head priests instruct.

The priests and priestesses give all of their bodies, hearts, and minds to this image, the very acts they eroticize are designed to draw the onlookers in with every sight, sound, and movement. The rituals and potions that they must ingest have the severest consequence on these young beautiful bodies, marking them forever inside and out. Age and stress wear them before their time, and only when the beauty of youth seems to have left, are they discarded, penniless, without concern or ceremony.

The growing crowds of onlookers who worship them with their eyes, ears, hearts, and time, long to engage them, mimic them, even but touch one of them for the lusts and acts they impress into the audience’s souls. There seems to be a repeated rhythm to the show presented, the underlying negative message hidden deep within symbolism passed in front of the eyes of the onlookers, messages hidden that repeatedly create almost undetectable small scars in the memories of everyone watching. People have no idea they are being manipulated, memories and images locked away within the deepest chambers of their minds recesses, hidden doors to secret rooms that the priests can later use when the time is right.

A priestess rushes into the crowd to pull a screaming baby from the clutches of its horrified mother. Others in the crowd now hold mother back as the priestess brings the now flailing and desperately horrified child up towards the now red hot outstretched hands of the statue. She holds the infant up between the glowing hands clearly burning herself in the process.

A man stand’s off to the side gripping his small child’s hand, while part of him is pulling to rush in rescue the child from the witch’s grip, yet the other part remains fast as the fear for his own child keeps him from acting.

As the screams of the child, so desperate also the mother in the crowd, as well as many of the onlookers, reach a crescendo, the priestess turns and places the now dying child onto the burning hand of the demon. The very act seems to take the remaining strength from the priestess as she collapses between the searing hands of the idol, no-one steps forward to help her as she also begins to smolder igniting into flame from the heat.

A man turns to leave, his stomach already convulsing at the sight he just witnessed, suddenly jerked to a stop as he feels his own young son is being pulled back out of his grip by another priestess. A second and even a third priestess now grab the now screaming child and pull as the man thrashes, desperately gripping the hand of his child only with his one hand, because the rest of his body is being restrained by the multitude of onlookers around him not allowing him even to hardly turn or free his other arm to help.

Even as he feels his child’s hand slip from his own now sweat-drenched grip, so does his thoughts fade slowly into insanity as darkness descends its veil upon the mind of our man and the devastating realization of what is coming, fear, and dread constrict upon themselves somewhere in his chest, everything fades too black.

Two thousand, and twenty years later a simple man sits at his desk, and has a vision of this similar man to himself, working through his daily tasks, unabated by the constant drum of everything around him. He glances up at the TV, mesmerized by the beauty and eroticism displayed there, unaware of the symbols dangling from the ears or displayed on the gowns because his attention is not on the patterns of the dress but on the skin lying just below. 

Images of actors engaged in all sorts of shows, demonstrating every act of vile, vice, war, and death imaginable. Actresses, the most beautiful of the beautiful, voluptuous beyond belief, with men of strength and stature, engaged in all manner of sexual perversion, men who look like women and women doctored to look like men all speak in tones or emotions that seem to just make him feel uncomfortable. The more shocking and degrading, the more the people around him, the unseen audience, gaze in wonder, stare, gawk, and cheer.

I see our family man being brought to the image by his friends at first, then later just coming on his own, sitting more and more in front of the image. Staring into the rectangle of wonder, the rituals unfolding before him, he is hardly noticing the gradual deterioration of the events playing out in front of his eyes, the increasing images of fire, blood, and abuse of women and children being displayed. The programs seem to descend into deeper vile and vice every day, even the sporting contests he likes to watch are themselves becoming increasingly violent and angry.

The images continue to ever amplify in volume and intensity, brighter and more realistic, louder and longer, the same themes playing out on every channel long into the night. When did they all start dancing with each other naked, when did it become acceptable for the strong to abuse and rape the weak, when did the cursing just flow like filth through open sewer ditches of peoples mouths, when did the thief, the murderer, the child abuser, the criminal, the demon, Lucifer himself become the hero?

When animals were suddenly cruelly tormented and put to death for all to see, women brutalized to the cheer’s and ecstasy of the onlookers, children victimized at the very hands of other children, people didn’t even seem to notice the digression. When onlookers give up family, love, jobs, life, to sit there and worship, place their gold at the temple feet of these image providers, the transition was hardly noticeable.

When people start burning themselves on the white-hot hands of their god, it gives the onlookers an almost sexual feeling, while watching the pain it solicits. The audience almost erupts in orgasmic ecstasy with each ever-increasing act of human destruction. Crying for more, they will pay anything, their last coin, their pound of flesh, for one more moment of ever-increasing perversion. The most powerful of the land have become slaves to the blood as much if not more than those who perform these acts.

The priest’s, the players, the leaders, the bankers constantly call for more and more, but there is no satisfaction granted the actor’s plea because there is no quenching the hungering fire that burns within molech, or is it baal? So common is the burning of flesh, sacrificing of beauty, sexual perversion, it hardly has an effect on the onlookers any longer. 

The degradation continues, priests having sex with men, actresses with women, so common that it almost becomes the norm, almost preferred instead of the exception. Children are solicited at a gradually younger age, first against their will, and later even willfully, until the point where even babies are not safe from the clenches of the ritual. 

Actresses throwing their faces into the fire, witches wearing masks laying prostate naked in the image’s hands, convulsing in burning pain with screams of delight. Actors wearing masks sacrificing body parts even their entire body willfully against the white-hot image, knowing the flesh is destined to burn, and the only disfigurement awaits.

Finally, the high priest turns to the audience and says; “molech demands; you give us your families, no you give us your children now because the time has come and strong is he!” The priestesses are the first to place their screaming babies in the hands of the hellish demon. Men riding on the backs of the demon baal fling their crowns off their heads, and shriek in terrorizing delight.

One after another gives their own children to the clenches of the actors and priestesses as they rip them from less loving hands. There is no safety, no kindness, no compassion, just an ever-present hunger and lust to take the young lives and use them. “Put molech in every room!” the priest screams and men rush off to obey. “Lay your children in front of him!” the priestess demands, “and watch the fire devour the virgin flesh!” she screams with a witch’s shrill voice.

A wife comes to our man, pleading with him to come home, take his eyes away from the hypnosis that has gripped his mind, and come back to her family, their home that has fallen apart from lack of care. Our man no longer has time, he barely has time to function, his service to his family is in direct proportion to his interest in the events away from his gaze, and right now he is one hundred percent in front of this image as soon as possible, sit there in a euphoric coma all day, even falling asleep in front in front of it. He Worships’ it!

His children that used to play at his feet, climb on his lap, nestle against his chest, come less and less each day, because all he does is push them away. One day they stop coming altogether, and eventually, even his wife stops coming as well, never even bothering to call him to dinner.

He is not alone, many have jumped into the fray even screaming with ecstasy as they lay their babies on the burning white hands of this filthy demon. Putting them in front of the merciless hot flames, any and all purity burned from them. Screaming in pain the sweet innocent children’s cries are only drowned out by the louder insane screams of the lusting onlookers. 

One after another cast into the fiery maw of the filthy beast, now black with the soot of the many innocent victims within. Baby after innocent baby are thrown in without care or concern. The screams of the onlookers, why do they care, as long as these children don’t interfere with their fun.

So dark is the heart of molech, so crafty is the spider baal large is its web, yet all black as soot.

He hardly feels it as his daughter is taken by the images she watches in the solace of her own room. The grips of many witches clasp her hand as they pull her mind into the shadowy realm of darkened spell-craft, sure they promise her popularity, beauty, even love, they know full well none of these are theirs to give. Suddenly screams are heard by parents only feet down the hall as a father is finally pulled from his stupor and dashes away from the images just to meet a closed door and demonic screams issuing from his sweet daughter’s room.

He’s a big man, made large not only from his indulgence but from the years of heavy labor he has performed. He always trusted the strength of his arms to solve any problem he might encounter. He slams against the locked door multiple times and while it should have easily yielded something more powerful than himself was barring his way. Suddenly the demonic growls cease as well as his daughter’s weeping voice and the door just easily opens before him. Both his wife and he almost stare in sudden shock as the door opens by its own will. A man steps through even while gripped from behind by his wife, and only manages to reach out a single hand to take what appears to be his daughter’s hand in his own.

She has become more of an animal than Human, sitting on the ground, eyes staring forward in some horrific trance, looking more like a Jackal than the daughter he knew only moments ago. As she tries to pull her own hand away from his own now tear-drenched hand. Her strength has become uncontrollable, the grip sliding through his own as a shadowy veil descends upon his mind, an almost constriction seems to be occurring where his heart was, and he himself slips into darkness.

Gone forever the beautiful brown eyes of his child, our poor man stares into dark foolish loneliness. So dark is our man’s heart become, black as soot.

What about him, who by her own indulgences has been left behind,

The leaves and grasses now withered and grey,

unaware of the autumn storms a lost journey may sway?

What about those whom by choice or foolishness amend,

went the wrong way and willfulness descend?

Fall into the crevasse, or into the sewers distress,

only to find themselves being carried away into dark filth, dismay, and death’s recess.

Not a death of resurrection as seen from above,

a new life of winged flight and heavenly life, light, and love.

But a death of destruction where no new life can be found,

merely the disintegration of hope,

with its reintegration into soil, they are bound.

“God I pray for all who have been deceived by the spirit of this demon, and I pray that not only will those people who have been captured into the service of this dark temple lift their heads and have their eyes open, but You will also grant them the wisdom of how they can bring the fight right into the enemies camp with an influx of Your Spirit, Your Will, and Your Actions. Let us turn from slaves to great warriors of Christ and take back the venues meant to enslave us, Your people, turning it into a great weapon in the army of Christ.”

Walking on water, climbing out of the valley, seeing an attack from elevated eyes, whether sicknesses or storms, attacks of any kind, pollutants or curses, betrayals or lies? 

These are all the same negative energies being inflicted upon created physicality’s, subtle in their changes, their ill-intended derangement’s of malevolent intentions, with their dark spiritual abilities?

For it is through seeking of truths and making them our own, that we climb one step at a time out of the valley, up the mountain, the path from even before the universe began was known. 

We can take the hard way which is so often a climb, a meandering deviating path, a crawl, but we can also fast tract, by lifting our heads up to Him, locking our eyes in his, reaching out in childlike wonder, in hope, in bliss.

And He is never too far off, too busy to hear when we call out to him with our questions, or hopes, prayers, and fear.

By Peter Colla

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Nino, Juan, Charlie, Everybody Are All Saying It; Watch “The Water,” Let’s Look at What God Says?

Nino, Juan, Charlie, Everybody Are All Saying It; Watch “The Water,” Let’s Look at What God Says?

So often than not, in this ever-increasing tension and chaotic times we happen to live, we are being steadily, and with ever amplified almost pleading voices told to “Watch the Water?” Now granted when it’s just some off the wall fortune teller, or one or another doomsday predictor that has been spouting the same End Times doom and gloom now constantly, at least in this old guys memories since the mid-seventies, it is hard for the just average worry wort such as myself to actually take head especially when the media is not relating in the least even a smidgen of the drama being “in contrary” sputtered on the wall like out there on the internet like some back alley bar after a shit storm? 

But all the same the pictures of water-related tragedies, storms, dams failing, overflowing, and collapsing, storms in such strange places of all temperatures, lightning strikes, tornadoes, mosquito tornados in Russia, fire tornados in California, even the ocean suddenly bursting into flames after an oil or gas rupture, people have to admit even though any one of these things strange as it may seem have happened before, now they all seem to be happening at the same time, not necessarily in the same places but certainly in the same short week or so?

But again are we specifically to watch the water? Or are we being told to watch the water as a sign of something else, something Godly going on around us, a significant moment either for the defeat of the enemy or the eminent victory of good, maybe both, maybe all at the same time?

So let’s look at this for a second and examine it not only physical “Body” eyes, or even experiential “Mind” eyes, but also through Belief, and Spiritual or Faith-based eyes?

So here we go again, as I have done countless times in the past, and with our usual twist of applying it to the health care arena of the “gerbil running in the wheel of the glass cage” oil-based shit-system built around us by them, life we have come to know so dear and with all the clarity of scuba dive swimming through a swamp?

“We have not because we ask not?” So I’m asking; what exactly are we all the above supposed to be watching, water, what water, where, and what “the frig” does that even mean? 

Are we the ones who are supposed to watch, or are these warnings to the bad guys, are we watching for doom or blessing… And the scariest of all, “All the Above?”

When we look at the Biblical “operational manual,” that’s what I call it, with all do respect because barring the never-ending topic of; was this book or that book get omitted because it suddenly would spread doubt to the entire rest of the Bible and its authenticity? 

And yes I have heard the arguments, if those other books were not true why did Jesus Himself mention them, Enoch, Jasper, Chronicles of Kings, the answer to this one is simple if we look at it with simpler eyes? Even John said if they wrote down every miracle that Jesus did only in the three and half years of His teaching, it would fill every book that had ever been written on the Earth? That’s a lot of books!

But they didn’t they only listed the thirty-seven, why? Well, I think for the same reason they didn’t place every book that may have been applicable into what we know now as the Bible. 

Like a cars quick guide owners manual, you have all you need for basic function, some general maintenance, or light repairs, as well as a guide to the safe and proper us of the vehicles the pretty much relates to anyone who happens to at least know how to read or bothers checking into it before tackling the daunting task of changing the oil or filling up the tank with gas. But they didn’t include a full mechanical guide including any and all repair options from changing tires with proper balancing and pressure, to higher levels of functioning options such as stress factors or torque limits when speeding around a corner at one hundred and thirty?

To cram in every possible thing about a car, written regarding the historical driving of cars or every option to fix, upgrade, maintain, or understand every little part would take volumes, much more than you are willing to carry around even pulling a trailer behind? It’s the same with the Bible, He gave us a quick reference book that we can apply to every aspect of our lives and even many within our own isolated universes we call our bodies.

There are many inspired books, people blessed with words from God, the Bible is purposed for help to all, many others are specific words for specific groups of people, for specific repairs of the infinite systems of life.

One thing is clear as we read and study the Word of God, He will place multiple meanings in the signed he shows, basically saying they are like an onion with images, messages for everyone, all simultaneously and often very different meanings depending on the perspective the observer is watching from. 

A simple example is “the Hand” that wrote on the wall everyone is also talking about these days yet happened almost three thousand or more years ago, for the bad guys this was a message of doom and gloom, an “oh-oh moment” for the bad guys, that makes shitting in your pants (which I am sure they did) seems like chewing gum bubbles pop compared to a lightning strike?

But for the good guys, those who look to God for truth, and not satan for their next fix of lies and white rabbit blood, the people “in captivity” watching even from the same room only steps away from their now “not-so-fearless” leaders, for them the writing is a clear sign of deliverance, justice (not to the wall) but to the people doing the dirty work, and deliverance from captivity, enslavement, censorship, eugenics, persecution, you name it?

Back to the water;

So let us assume as we already have in so many other health-related issues the “Watch the Waters” signs have multiple meanings to various people depending first what team they are on, but also because God is so ingenious, powerful, a master in incorporating everyone into the mix even from the smallest child alone in some far off hut, to the largest country, mega country, multi-national we own it all super conglomerate that thinks they control at least most if not the majority of the world that all apply at the same time; in the Micro, Medio, and Macro. I talk more in-depth about this in my Quantum Ascension Book.

Oh by the way the devil does not have the ability to make his signs anything but what they are, doom and gloom, fear. God turns even the devil’s attacks into signs that warn, give hope, educate, even stimulate growth in His followers always reaffirming; “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” Even attacks on the other side of the planet.

But again let’s keep it simple, even though God gives literally infinite massages throughout the planet for every one of His signs, we will categorically place them in two simple groups in order to not confuse the “sheeple” too much as they lift their heads out of the sand as Nino yells at them or they hear something that just doesn’t seem right these days??? Duh!

The first category is the sign is the impending doom sign, the sign that something big is about to happen, and the more frequent these are in close proximity and in time the more imminent and dramatic the sign is meant to get the attention of said; “sand heads.”  Even in Revelations, it is clear that various episodes of catastrophes, almost supernatural negative occurrences, and “I never saw that before’s” will suddenly and frequently occur signaling many to fear, hide, even die, but what they will also do is wake the people asleep “the freak” up! Many will die to their old selves and jump to the team of “Light Walkers,” “The A-Team,” “God’s Army” of Truthers, Patriots, trump Supporters!!! 

But at the same time many won’t, they will have to wait for the next seal, the next bowl of God’s wrath poured out not onto the heads of His soldiers, His End Times Remnant, but on the heads of the enemy. 

But again at the same time, he is also sending out signs to His Troops, “D-Day” is finally here, the “Big Judgement Fist” is coming, see the signs, know what they mean, and if you don’t ask God, He will tell you! Get ready, spread the word, the sign is but a flutter for these on the water, like the angel that touches the water as Bethesda. 

Bethesda was not meant for harm for those who are looking but merely a sign that God’s healing is happening that very minute. 

It is said “they” are putting poison in our water, toxins in the inoculation’s for our children, hiding subliminal pictures in children’s films, developing GMO crop’s that will kill us in a few generations, fixing our election’s and own our politician’s, working in labs to develop weaponized diseases that can wipe out large portions of the population? Not just our but all of them over the world manipulating governments towards their own destruction both from within and among each other, and even would manipulate an entire economic failure of society throughout the whole world, plunging everyone into a worldwide social and political downslide that would most likely end in total devastation, famine, war, and lead to the deaths of million’s, if not billion’s of people, for what money? 

But the most frequently asked question is why? And if this is true, who is the “they”?

Many of the same people out there that share the same question’s as to the why, often ask what possible benefit would it demonstrate for a small group of individuals, corporations, or even countries, to desire to kill so many innocents? 

If ever there was one or two individuals or a few that wanted to accomplish such diabolically ruthless destruction of the innocent, how could so many collaborators be organized in secret to perpetrate such an act, undetected, on so many levels, by many unrelated companies, over such a long period of time? It seems impossible to think how long it would take to set such an act up, let alone pay for it?

Let us suppose there is an entity out there that utterly and entirely hates all people, and wants nothing else than to either kill, control, or enslave all mankind for one reason, because we, people, are created in the image of God, and he is not.

Isaac Newton said; “energy cannot be created or destroyed merely converted from one form to another.” 

So here is this poor, pathetic entity, this large bundle of potential energy, that by its own choice, and “free-will,” walked away from God, and doing so also walked away from everything that was good, loving, light, truth, peaceful, tender, joyful, giving, healing, life-filled, compassionate, satisfying, restful, and honoring. 

And since this entity cannot be destroyed, it was doomed to an eternity of living in the complete absence of God, you take away all good, and all you have left with is the opposite… bad. How sad the entity is when it has to exchange everything that is good for evil, love for hate, light for darkness, truth for a lie, peace for war, tenderness for harshness, joy for terror, giving for theft, healing for sickness, life for death, compassion for cruelty, satisfaction for thirst, rest for anxiety, and honor for all forms of belittlement.

We can give it a name, does it really matter which one, for even the least of mankind, being created in the image of God, is infinitely superior to anything that is not. We could call it lucifer, a cockroach (fitting), satan, or an amoeba, a wisp of air, a rock, a pretty stupid choice, satan, the devil, Darth Vader, Ronald McDonald, or maybe something more fitting to its true ability to affect us, especially if we just decide not to let it; Boo-Boo the imaginary killer bear hiding under our bed.

Then let us also suppose, since this creature is away from, in essence, the opposite of God, it exists within a realm that exhibit’s all of those factors, bummer for him. While God loves, he only hates, everything, even himself. While God is about peace, Boo-Boo is about war, strife, and aggression. While God creates everything even life, Boo-Boo only wants to steal, destroy and kill.

Boo-Boo can’t create anything, he is only a stuffed bear, but can he steal? In John 10:10 it says; “the thief comes only to steal, and kill, and destroy.’’

He “only comes to” do that, it doesn’t say he actually does it. I have also heard it spoken in church, that he can steal that which was created by God, but can he really? For if he could, wouldn’t he have long ago stolen everything? Or maybe can he only take what man has freely given to him by us?

Can he kill, create sickness? If he could, wouldn’t he have killed all man, created a superbug or cancer that would have destroyed us, destroyed everything long ago? The Bible teaches in Deuteronomy, among others, that disease is the curse that comes from sin, our sin, sin that people do, maybe that we create. Sure we are being tricked and prompted by satan, but we still do it. But Boo-Boo never minds taking credit, it can add to our fear reverence of him.

Gen 3:17; “Cursed is the ground for thy sake,” we sin, our sin has an effect on the ground, the world around us (see; Visions of Reality), with the choices of our sin, disease results, and this result then prey’s on the innocent and wicked alike.

So here is a Good God that gives so many diverse gifts to His children, why, because He loves them more than all of the rest of the universe itself, more than He even loves His own life. What good Father would not gladly step in front of a bullet for his child? Any Good Father I know!

God gives us all, all of us, an infinity of everything we can imagine, every sort of wisdom, knowledge, raining blessings down on heads of His many children, as we play joyfully in the soft grasses of gardens blossomed on the breeze of His own breath, we dance through this wonderful life holding hands of other children, His own son’s and daughter’s, shining eyes of diamond sparkles brightly in their perfect design each and every one of them. The blessings are as infinite as the creation of the universe He has so freely given us, all for the use and benefit of us, for to bless us and each other, and in so doing give glory to the giver.

Well, ok, it’s getting harder and harder to see the dance, through this neck-deep muck and mire of sin we have to wallow through all around us. We can’t blame God, we created it with all of our sins. No wonder the world is at a point of regurgitating from the sickness we have polluted it with (another blog).

But then there is Boo-Boo and his other little buddies, the rest of the “beanies,” whispering into God’s children’s ears, coercing them to miss-use that which was designed for good. Prompting them to use God’s blessings in a way that is not about growth or good, but dwell’s in a more diabolical outcome, one that will ultimately be bad for either the person directly, or someone around him, and thus ultimately for himself as well.

Yes, this creature, this immortal stuffed under the bed hiding bear Boo-Boo, has powers that men can hardly comprehend, a diabolically complex ability to manipulate on a worldly scale, either directly or through the other lessor minions he has power over. It can, mirroring as God does, whisper into the ears and minds of people, louder for those who listen, but a mere nudge for those who don’t. It can prompt through the gifting’s of things it has already acquired dominion over, things of this world, but what it cannot do, create! For to create would put it in a class, or image, that it is not, one with God and man.

When we people give things to Boo-Boo, yes then he can use them for the purpose of his ultimate plan; to destroy, enslave, and completely dominate over God’s greatest creation. What better way to pay back your enemy, than to rob, enslave, even ultimately destroy your enemy’s children, you start by just coercing them away, sacrifice them, torture them, drink their blood!

People, on the whole, have a natural tendency to know what is good for them and what is not, and they certainly wish, for the most part, to give their own children what is good and necessary for them to grow up healthy, and continue on long past their own existence. So if Boo-Boo is going to get the children, he is going to have to do it under the watchful eyes of the parents.

Ok back to our original question, and we will stick with just one; why would corporations or nations put poisons in something like immunizations or our water?

So here comes Boo-Boo, and he comes up with a diabolical plan, forged in the minds of greedy men, men, or families Boo-Boo manipulated centuries ago through power and greed, promising rule, a cold loveless crown of gold and gems, so he could manipulate them into positions of power he could use when the time was right. Boo-Boo gave them riches and power, at least the ones he had control over, all a while whispering in their ears, telling them what he would have them do, “dominate over the people, for they are under you,” he would tell them.

“Enslave them for it is your right by birth”, he would tempt them, for They lust for power. One dirty deed after the next, ever building in intensity, commitment, excitement, and eventually; “kill God’s children,” for the ultimate lust for innocent blood is the perverted end of all power. But never forget, it was always their choice! These men, these puppets, when they would give him an inch, an idea, Boo-Boo wanted a death, a sacrifice, a theft, a baby thrown in a fire, some poison in a well. Attack God’s people any and every way possible, to the ultimate destruction of all people as a whole.

But these men are not fools either, for what happens if a ruler is found to be too cruel, or too many children turn up missing, and the mob figures out it’s the rich guy up on the hill? The mob grabs their torches, pitchforks, clubs, and storms the castle. It doesn’t matter how many troops an emperor has guarded his back, if the mob decides you are dead, your goose is cooked apple in mouth, on a stick, or dangling from a rope. 

Even the great Julius Caesar fell to the mob! History is a dark teacher, full of ghost stories and tales of terror to those who live in the dark places, especially when they are sitting without the luxury of a lamp.

So here we have these very rich guys that have been in Boo-Boo’s pocket for centuries, they know they can’t just do something that is too direct, so dark, as to wake up suspicion, but must maneuver in secret, through many channels, using many levels, covering their tract’s and keeping their ultimate identity secret.

They long to control as much as they can, and realizing what is the best thing to control if you want the greatest deal of influence, answer; money, and thus be able to buy up all the blessings of God. So they strive to own all the major banks, maybe even production of money itself, the markets, the oil, all the wealth, and they eventually lust to own, or at least control, the various governments, systems, media, education around the world.

Of course, it has been only in recent times that this was even possible to control nearly all of the monies, countries, and ultimately the people of the world. Many have tried conquering the world throughout time, and I am sure through more than a prompting or two from Boo-Boo, but the vast distances and enormous manpower it would require to not only take control but to keep it, would make it impossible to enslave the entire world at the same time. Plus there would have to be something that everyone, everywhere needed, and if you controlled this, you controlled them. Oil does allow this for the first time in history, but more so, communications!

Caesar, Montezuma, Genghis Khan, Napoleon, Hitler, Oprah, when they all realized they couldn’t rule the world it wasn’t long before they fell. If any one country gets too strong before total domination can occur, Boo-Boo gets working, I mean whispering, and starts destroying it from inside as wells as out. Once he finds he can not achieve his goal of world domination, adios Muchacho’s, or Muchacha’s in some cases.

Boo-Boo’s ultimate plan is to bring everyone in the entire world under his control. That is a big plan for a little bear hiding under a bed! He is crafty, you have to give him that!

In order for him to accomplish this, since he cannot do it himself, for he is but a stuffed bear, he must stick his “lackey,” his puppet, his pathetic little boy-toy, a witchy-po or two, in that place of total domination, it is only then, that he has any hopes to rule. 

How sad is that he hates the puppet more than he even hates the rest of us! How do I know this?, because Boo-Boo just wants to destroy all of us, he wants to not only destroy the puppet boy, he will betray, turn on him, and ultimately feed him to the wolves when his usefulness is exhausted. History!! What a moron puppet boy is or witchy-po is!

So here is this small group of puppets that control all of the money, oil, and basic treasures of the world, it is through the money they also try to control the armies. The puppets are constantly being whispered to, for as things heat up, so do all of the many complex interactions of the cogs involved. It requires a constant bombardment of voices, like a stadium of screams and demands, pestering on the inside of the poor children’s brains, that have foolishly given themselves. 

I am sure it must sound like a swarm of venomous insects. What started out as a greedy little tickle, ended up as a Kaleidoscope of loneliness and deprivation that could push anyone beyond the boundaries of sanity. How could a person not pity the puppets!

They strive to control first money, that’s the hook, which quickly turns to power, in companies such as banks, insurance, weapon’s, energy, communication’s, new’s, education, and art’s, later it warps into control of entire multi-national corporations or groups of corporations. 

When money exceeds the amounts they could ever hope to spend, Boo-Boo just tightens his grip by instilling fear, fear that everyone wants to take it away from them, fear others will know what they have in their closets, Boo-Boo knows he put it there, steal that which they feel they own, they have built, they are entitled to, topple the little sandcastle empire they have built?

Little do these fools know, that everything they have, everything good, was actually originally a blessing from God, and what an opportunity they might have had to really make a difference for The Kingdom, and ultimately in their own lives throughout eternity, had they just listened to a softer, loving voice, instead of Boo-Boo rap.

Very soon just controlling a vast multinational company is not enough, maybe control over the entire industry might do it, or maybe a small country, but that’s not enough, a large country, or many? How can we blame these poor puppets, for he is just chasing worldly gold, like a crazed dog chasing its tail? 

In his heart he longs for a gift from God, attempting to feel some kind of completion, but little does he know satisfaction in this life can come from one place only, and that is through doing something for which a person was designed to do. A man could own the whole world, and if it was not what God had designed, no satisfaction would come, for satisfaction comes not from Boo-Boo, only thirst for more.

Then there is Boo-Boo whispering in his ear again, find me a way to kill children, and some scientist comes up with the brilliant idea; we will have this or that company put mercury or some kind of dormant virus in the inoculations of children. Make up a scary story and tell everyone, and if they don’t all eat the poisonous McDonald Hamburger, their kids are going to have their noses fall off? 

Boo-Boo’s top men make it happen, how can he, he is only a stuffed bear! 

Boo-Boo whispers in the ears of other men, other puppets, what would be good to add to drinking water? An idea comes from a man; hydroflourosilicic acid, more toxic than lead! 

More ideas, more money, body scanners are used to irradiate children’s bodies, because of some made-up terrorist threat, that the average American has a greater chance of dying of a bee sting than dying from terrorist attacks. 

Dormant cancer-causing viruses are animated by the radiating (public record), and the cases of cancer in children in America goes up 3000% in the last ten years. No problem Boo-Boo gets the media to lie, and blame someone else, “the wrath of God maybe.” Boo-Boo is excited.

Boo-Boo talks to key people in the educational system, promising fame and wealth if they will demise a way to reduce the population, push his products, do his research, so they write about the need for population reduction, the necessity to get rid of people, all stemming on the backs of what is good for the world, environmental. Little do they know as they conceive ways to destroy God’s children they add murder and lust for blood, to the already feverish state the world is in. This world was created for man and not the other way around.

“The company you control with your money, or the grants they rely on for their success, they will do what you tell them, or you destroy them.” Boo-Boo then continues by telling him to talk to the media, they will make sure that only the information he wants released get’s out, the truth will be squashed! 

Whisper in one ear, make a suggestion, a promise with no intent to fulfill, help another’s career, just to destroy when they are used up, create an army of puppets ruled by another puppet. There is always plenty to whisper in his ear, the one puppet that has proven over and over to do what Boo-Boo demands. 

There are many ways to get what he wants these days, plenty of ears to whisper in. Most will sell their devotion for much less than their fathers did, for it is gold Boo-Boo has, but souls he desires. How pathetic they all are, Boo-Boo must think, selling their souls for much less than Judas did.

Boo-Boo talk’s to the politician’s and if he doesn’t directly, the men who control them with power and money, do the talking. Getting them to vote on bills forcing people to use their poison. 

Writing in this or that law that rob’s the children of God the provisions given them by the Father, and deposit’s it into the bank accounts of the puppets he has under his thumb. Signing law’s without even reading them, for they show where their devotion lies, and it is not with the people but in the thirty pieces of silver.

Boo-Boo puts the squeeze on all the people by inflicting harder and harder conditions in which they try to provide for their families. But it is never Boo-Boo, he can’t do anything, but men; because of their sin, that’s why the squeeze happens, Boo-Boo just whispers in men’s ears so they think they are profiting from it and squeeze even more.

 Genesis 3:17 “And unto Adam, he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt, thou eat of it all the days of thy life;”

18 “Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; thou shalt eat the herb of the field;”

19 “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

More children contract autism, no sane person would want that, Boo-Boo does. More children get sick and die, no company of executives would stand by idly and watch their company kill million’s unless they knew they could do nothing to change it, or they fear saying something, Boo-Boo laughs.

Families are destroyed, women are used, fathers lose hope, visionaries close their eyes, men of power become pawns, other’s who once stood for honor sell their devotion for thirty pieces of silver.

What does Boo-Boo do, he just keeps whispering.

The question is not, who or why?

The question is; how could it be any other way?

So what do we do? Well, we can storm the castle with a pitchfork and torch? Not a bad idea, but God did say; “Vengeance is mine”.

Ok, well if everyone started to open up their eyes and just spread the word, the light would shine into dark places, and we all know what happens; the cockroaches scatter!!

The funny thing is, as the puppets get further along, it would seem like they are getting sloppy, or maybe they are just starting to feel like they have to communicate to get some kind of order in the chaos. 

Perhaps like some pathetic prison cellmate bragging about the number of bikes he stole before getting caught, they just seem to desire to gossip (not surprising), whatever it is almost everything is readily available on the web, and miraculously right from their very hand.

Is it possible these old rich puppets hiding up in their castles or down in their not-so-secret bunker’s think they could be safe from God when His vengeance come comes knocking? Pharaoh did!

Well, hopefully, they will realize one day, that they are also children of God, and no matter how many babies have been killed no one is beyond forgiveness. Everything that has happened has done so as predicted in the Bible, and only God knows the future, the end is already spelled out clear as day.

So the real question is do you believe a sure thing, truth, or do listen to Boo-Boo?

It is never too late to believe, even at the moment, you are hanging on the cross. Watch the water and pray it tells you of hope and promise, otherwise you better start climbing!

By Peter Colla

 “Dear Lord Jesus, help us all to see all of the lies of the enemy around us, especially those we ourselves have a hand in perpetrating. Give us the strength to speak out freely and boldly to everyone who would hear the truth, turning even a subtle light on in this world of darkness. And lift our true Elected President Donald trump back up to his rightful place leading our country!”

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“The Jab, They Are Forcing You To Take It, Worse Yet They are Forcing You To Dispense It!” Fear Of Man

“The Jab, They Are Forcing You To Take It, Worse Yet They are Forcing You To Dispense It!” Fear Of Man

Another day, another long watch in the old fox hole, in my own small corner of the war, my own little hill to guard, or the few unexpected villagers who still remain unaware that the enemy is not far off, waiting like some little bobble-headed dog in the back window of a car, wallowing in their removed hamlet still needing to have the truth told to them like a breastfed ten-year-old too afraid to spell football let alone play it? What is that sound, a constant thunder, a beating of some massive far-distant drum, like mortar shells sounding constantly yet quite definitely distantly booming one after another, only the softest of flash to alert one that we really are at an End Times War and it is not just another summer rainstorm including the far off lightning strikes?

It would seem that more and more the Truther’s, David “Nino” Rodriguez, Charley Ward, Mel K, Simon Park’s, Gene Decode, the Big Cowboy Boot Juan O’ Saven, are all reporting more and more Truther’s all being pressed with “The Fear Of Man.”

The question is posed, and more of a warning than request, asking desperately of this writer, who happens to know Nino, and may on occasion have his ear; to report to him regarding the ongoing and increasing push insurance owned health care companies are doing forcing many of their employees to not only take the vaccine themselves but press it onto an almost forced vaccination scenario especially with increasingly younger people, even trekking off to the border to vaccinate people some south of the border, even those who have no particular interest to come north, many actually being young children?

I look at my beautiful wife Anna, and her pleading eyes as she brings me more intel she so fervently gather from all over the world, in this case from a health care university staff member, a nurse, and Patriot in our own State. My first thought about this, and the question that follows, is not as much of an actual question, but more what does she expect Nino to do about it?

People who read my articles or have heard me speak realize by now I am a licensed health care provider, experienced with literally years of practicing, evaluating, and treating experience, treating thousands with every ailment possible from Addiction and Arthritis to Zika Virus and everything in between, including many considered untreatable; Cancer, Autism, Anxiety Attacks, some so rare I needed to look them up first to even know what they were? 

But the other thing people have come to know is my desire to place God back into the healthcare treatment regimen and why, and the consequential things I saw as a result, what I witnessed, learned, and gifts gained that I have tried over the last at least fifteen years to share with others. 

But I can tell you, without a sprinkling of hesitation, is that whenever I did do this, pass on the Truths learned to patients, family, friends, or colleagues, as soon as the name of Jesus was mentioned or even the smallest apparent evidence that healing actually happened the contract would be removed, the patient taken often under threat of losing benefits or insurance altogether, jobs lost, pay lost when these issues didn’t stop us, our entire practice was closed under the threat of bulldozing the building. 

When they couldn’t stop us from continually speaking the truths, yah sure, they could shut off all sources of funding they had access to, and they did, but what they couldn’t do is shut off sources they did not have axis to; we, in essence, went on Jesus’s Payroll and have been on it ever since, basically having all we needed to sustain us. The attacks don’t suddenly stop with only financial, if they can’t get you with one attack, through one widow, they will attack through another, to first destroy you and if this doesn’t directly work at least they distract you, slowing you down to the point you can hardly be effective for anything in this war?

Attacks then shift to those around you, if they can’t get you, your spouse, they go after your kids, friends, associates, other businesses that suddenly and unexpectedly stop talking to you at all, then on to your stuff, your water supply, gas, internet, cell phone, your car, yard, Wednesday night poker game with the boys…..when all that doesn’t work they poison your dog!

This is always the way you must fight the attacks, the only way, the Godly way; by seeing them for what they really are, then place the light of your attention on them, realize the Godly or spiritual aspects of these attacks places God truth on them like spotlights chasing the darkness away. Then any damage caused by the attack, that may have been acquired especially from their long past attempts, we must clean up with the many tools God has given us, and learn even grow from the experience.

“What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger!”

So why do I mention this stuff above, not to ask for sympathy, or maybe express regret, but actually treasure every attack that has ever happened as an opportunity to grow and get stronger? In this way, it gives us all new grounds, new battlefronts, a few more free-ed villager’s, sleepwalkers who have a clue, another poor soul who has been wrongfully or sometimes willfully locked up in their prison, the prison of a system constructed by them, reinforced by the lies of the bars we then allow to hold us, prisoner. We have often become ignorant to the many keys which we will not only unlock the prison once and for all but very well may knock the whole house of cards down in one single blast of titanic proportion Godly truth.

There we have it, as time sails on week after week and we slowly sail right into the dark seas of the impending storm, we all see so clear before us that one would wonder which travail will be next and how long before they are knocking right at the door of my very house?

 

Sure picking was much easier years ago when nobody hardly cared, censoring was something that only happened in those other countries, or people believed the course of action, the government, the media, really, for the most part, spoke the truth, (ok forget about the government), but for the rest of them, they did believe people told the truth at least sometimes? Scary things like witches or blood sacrifices were just a thing of fairy tales or Hollywood meant to scare little children or laugh about as people put them in the same category as Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, or Freddy Kruger, Hillary in her birthday suit!

With increasingly higher stress and more dire consequences aka threats we are put to the test almost daily, to basically, again and again, choose sides and admit almost with fear of prosecution our belief in God and stand against actions, policies, statements, or people who we know deep down do not have our best interests at heart but in fact, wish us harm, or at the very least want to control us.

But today if you are not being asked more and more frequently to choose sides, then I would wonder about the actual business you happen to be engaged in, and why the Dark State is so interested in you continuing unabated doing what you have been doing without challenge. If your business or workplace was not shut down and it doesn’t seem to have been hindered by the “Scam-demic” then I might ask myself what are they doing that seems to benefit the Dark State so much they were kept open when everything else was sent away to solitary confinement?

We are at war, and “What is not for Me is against me!” Hey, I didn’t say that Jesus did!

I can’t tell you how many of my colleagues I have heard say they wouldn’t ever, no matter what, take the very treatments they have so often prescribed or even applied directly to others, especially when it came to the more drastic so-called terminal illnesses, long before the Co-Morbid 19 came around? If they wouldn’t do it to themselves or to their loved ones, but don’t mind taking pay to do it to others, and in many cases much more pay than usual, then they are no less in my opinion than the ghouls who made the shit in the first place?

So there you have it one thing this is for sure, what you cannot do is to save your own skin from prosecution, a profit, or save your job by being willing to harm others, allow others to be harmed or ignore it altogether by sticking your own head in the sand? They are just going to Jab you in the ass when you’re not looking anyway!

Plus if you are not the actual one doing the dirty deed only the one watching silently from the sideline, or worse yet supporting the action with your own tertiary contributions out of sight out of mind, then you are just as guilty of the heinous act, regardless of you are the getaway driver, or some lab assistants, assistant, dumbass assistant four removed in some satellite somewhere in back-alley Hollywood film storage closet, writing and sending orders to Wuhan for more dried white rabbit baby blood.

So you like me my dear Patriots must examine very closely what exactly they are telling you they want to do? Remember when they do it, it is their companies, their payroll, their rules, and if you take the thirty pieces of silver don’t bitch about it when they are asking you to go out and sacrifice some innocent child or worse yet (if that possible) your own. 

Fear Of Man

I look up out of the window of my car, shadows of my past press hard against my heart denying me many blessings as I trifle from the daunting task of meeting new people. Great are the giants that hold back the children of The Living God, from touching the gifts God would so gently place in their hand.

Plenty strong was the fear as it cast its shadow with her dark tentacles pulling at every part of my being, not allowing me to even leave the car, sitting in the driveway waiting like some bored taxi driver buying time until his fare came back.

I was already thick into the gift of God’s blessings, the many gifts a man might see as he but stumbles on the path of our so Glorious Father. When you witness gift after gift given in such miraculous ways, freely in glorious bounty, how could someone possibly turn their face, or worse yet, hide from meeting yet again another gift?

But such a man was I, no correction, having no problem meeting people I feel comfortable with; unstimulated, unchallenged, never purposeful, unable to prompt inner growth, basically anyone that kept me wallowing in the dirt I so fervently served for years, those kinds of people I had no trouble knowing. Maybe it was because I was so secure in where I was at, that it was where I was yet going which prompted the scary, exciting, and challenging sight.

But step out, look into the face, not even the grand confrontation of the eyes of someone who actually might press and ignite that spirit within me, which so desperately tries to shine out, no I think I should just sit in the car and let my mother visit herself the “Hidden Prayer Room”, she so eagerly spoke of.

When all fear was gone what was this that remained, a pride that I have all I need? A confused sense of someone or something seeming different is just too strange to risk yet another change in my already rapidly fluctuating life?

Could this lowly feeling, this whispering voice, this dark lurking creature, hiding under the bed of my youth, or in the dark closet peering out at night be “The Fear of Man”?

What could possibly a man fear, hearing words spoken of the another his mother wishes to meet? A Messianic Jewish man, a man who believes in Christ, who built a hidden payer room for people to stay, free of any costs, just to rest their head from the worries and torments of world and soul. Ok, he has also told people on more than one occasion about the “Chair where Jesus Sits,” but haven’t I on more than one occasion shared the two occasions I actually saw Christ?

But here is it still, bar from me any reservation as to the eccentricity, and my own trepidation to change, there remains but one figure between standing on the positive side of a recently crossed riverbank, and further venturing into a Promised Land, and that is a giant of proportions that would dwarf Goliath. I say dwarf him because the fear today is amplified by a lifetime’s constant bombardment of all the senses brainwashing out of a child any and all uniqueness, individuality, personal potential, any qualities that might lend a person to believe they are special, created for a unique purpose in this world.

One possibility?;

Somewhere deep in the soul lies a hurt that found its way into a young life, most likely seeping into a perfectly created gently sweet adorned room, soft in its construct of mild shades and bright tender hues.

The pastel-colored nursery of a child’s heaven should only be filled with tenderness, love, and compassion; Light shining through cascading streams of soft light colors, warm blankets, and cuddly bears, with puppy dog eyes inviting a feast’s supply of hugs and kisses, mimicking those given in abundance by adoring caring parents. Secure is the furnishings of care, a loving rocker, a sweet bed safe from dangers, a picture of God’s intent for this young life.

Yet;

The dark mold slithers its way into the crevices that unguarded words and inadvertent neglect, have rumbled small cracks in the young foundation, most likely at the base of the young house. That in which will no way show its evil head until it has grown thoroughly through the walls ultimately bursting out of its dark confines.

Demons can take on any and all forms, using all the created images that our God placed on this earth, and then warping them into their sinister use. Riding the coattails of a neglectful father, or a resentful mother, dragged in like the dirt under the feet of the wolf who pears through the cracked window hungry for young flesh to devour. Minds of small children misled and shaken by the very people trusted to impart truth, all along with their hearts cry out because deep down they know the truth, the same truth they have realized at least since they were very little.

“Woe to them that cause these little ones to fall, for it would be better for him if he had a millstone hung around his neck and cast into the abyss.”

Let’s examine dark mold for just an instant.

Starting out as the smallest of spores, incomprehensibly tiny, insignificant, even fragile, that such as a small insignificant creature, with stature so minute compared to a man, or woman for that matter, could yet wreak such havoc onto the life and purpose of said child? A man could lay it to waste with but a motion, such as the difference in strength, and it is not until it grows that any damage at all can be inflicted, and only then if it remains hidden, like the coward it is.

It creeps in through small imperfections of our home, the mistakes, or stress fractures caused by outward imposed pressures, our home not its, for it has to steal into that which is ours by design.

It needs to despoil nutrients from the house, taking from the structure, those parts that are meant for support, meant by God to help with the child’s growth; wood beams, floorboards, insulation, parents, family, friends, the church, school, and then it eats at them slowly almost undetected for years. Interlacing its black roots throughout the framework of the structure.

Oh by the way it has to be near the water, life-giving water, that which again was created for the purpose of good; encompassing health, growth, nutrition, cleansing, healing, water is stolen and turned to its dark purpose, to facilitate rotting and make more room for more of its dark self. Ever greedy, every hungry, slimy, stinky, the worst kind of fowl blackness.

Taking that which is designed for good, as the church, and interweaving guilt and judgment, forging ideals that separate, push people away, kill, and stifle, instead of reaching out in love, forgiveness, grace, and tenderness, as intended. The dark pulls back into dark recesses, sucks the water in, and converts it to filth.

What was of the purest, clean, clear, freshest, conceived in the very heart of the Father, when her water was intended for wrapping warm comforting arms around this small boy child, pulling his arm close to her, in the soft secure grip of loving tenderness, holding this young son of God close against her bosom, safe from the loneliness that this life would so speak into his ear, how could something so good, so true, ever be turned?

Some of the darkest most sinister attacks come right out of the swaddling of those closest and intended for good, such as the churches, doctors, family. Children of pastors, persecuted by homes riddled with dark cracks, have the greatest of difficulty, for the very institutions that were designed to help them, become their jailers holding them in a secret cell far from view, or deep under the ground from detection.

But greater is the calling to those who have the greatest challenges in this life! The veins of mold run so deep and thoroughly throughout some structures, often a complete bulldozing is only the beginning of the cleansing that must surely occur.

Thank God, He made the bulldozers as well, and they are under His call.

Black mold hides from the light, it is attracted to the dark, and it can only grow in dark damp places. Hiding not only its face from the life-giving light, but if the light shines on it its entire existence dries up and withers. By the time the darkness finally starts showing its face in the light, the amount of the infestation is so great, and bold is its defiance even to the light, only complete destruction and reconstruction can save the home.

Oh, by the way, its spores are deadly. People can die long before it is discovered.

But remember my dear brothers and sisters, the light is there, it’s everywhere, it is our walls that the shadow lurks within, those same walls that hold us back from getting out of our chair and claiming the full discovery of the gift God would have given for us. They are the walls that stop us from seeing God’s face in every gift that places her sweet hand in ours. It’s our own house that keeps the light from shining into the dark places.

Takedown the veils, open up the shades, make the walls transparent as pure crystalline gold and the darkness must die! Tear down the walls, those built by our parents, our experience, the world, ourselves, “doctors” and only then can the cool spring breezes, the very breath of God, His Word’s, blow through the finely lit halls of God’s glory.

My desire to keep hidden, to remain behind my veil, sit in my car almost cost me one of the most significant blessings of my life, to meet such a powerful man of God, a sweet teacher, a blessed friend, an officer in His army beckoning to another; “come put out your hand”.

Funny how mold works.

But there is another possibility?

An influx of a specialist into the battlefield!

The enemy mustering at the edge of a clearing, within safe retreating distance from the trees, can at times represent an almost overwhelming opposition, especially when the new young warrior to the battlefield, has allowed years of assembly to accumulate.

I ponder the question asked of me only hours ago as I relate and raise the statement of frustration I have heard more and more from believers “Truthers;” “why do my efforts to fight obviously persecuting thoughts and temptations seem to progress without effect?”

Understanding the enemy is key in the ultimate hope to realize victory.

Going into battle daily for the cleaning out of the lurking enemy within the forests of our mind can be a time-consuming and somewhat frustrating activity, especially early on. For those of great calling, of which anyone reading this is, I am sure with any confidence granted me by the keys from above to unlock those dormant rooms, would reveal the fact that many are the enemy that has been assigned to pester, tempt, ridicule, frighten, and distract, and even inflict a young potential officer in His army, to thwart him or her from the greater task at hand.

Perhaps even a Century of enemy troops stands between defeat and eventual confrontation with the leader, the Centurion that directs the rest. Getting rid of these directing cowards is key in taking dominion in the second heaven within the mind. But let us for the sake of literal content assume that our young believer, you, represented in this story have already been diligently cleaning house.

Stepping onto the battle plane, and taking in the scene before me, first, it is necessary to take into the eye the structure of what I see. A battlefield is always a place of destruction, it is the place where we have put to death those things that keep us from the victory and dominion of our house in its entirety. Dark is the soil from the rich deposits of fertilizer, the many deaths of sin and self, that have already preceded. It doesn’t take an Einstein to know that the darker the soil, the more fertile and greater the garden that said soil will produce.

Oh yes granted, we have given leadership to our house, and Jesus, recognized and undisputed Son of the Living God, God personified and came to earth for one purpose, to grant to us the ability and Way to come back to the Father, payment of our debt, He has been given rule. But we still have to make the choice each and every one of us, for each and every dirty thing we have called our own, face them, identify them, and drive them out. Christians can sin, for that you need to look no farther than the author of this article.

That means; armor up, go to the battlefield, find them, make them identify themselves, and then attack! if they don’t go running with their tail tucked, screeching like a stuck pig. It’s true, I’ve seen it!

And while today’s assignment is not fully exploring the tactics, attacking postures, strategies, armaments, and available troops the enemy might throw at someone, we will for the sake of redundant reading limitations assume that said warrior has been to the battlefield on more than a few occasions, cleaning house for the most part of the majority of enemy troops assigned, sent to keep him or her from gaining and granting dominion over their house, and also displaying the said house in the full clarity, with the face of Christ.

So there you have it, a house clean-swept through more than the average bears attempt to power spray, and the marked results; a significant reduction of attempts of the enemy to try to make you fall, will often lead to lulls in the action whereby attacks and lurking enemy seem difficult to find.

The enemy does, for that matter, only have an enumerated number of troops, and while that account may very well be difficult for us mortals to wrap our minds around, they are limited all the same. The enemy knows to waste troops on a futile effort as to harass one of The Father’s officers, is no more effective than trying to take down said warrior with a snowball, thrown from a great distance, in the blazing warmth of the clear summers sun in Phoenix Arizona. Of course, that’s not to say he won’t occasionally take a shot.

The enemy might decide to send in a specialist.

Scene; There sit’s our young warrior basking in the sun of a green grassed hill, sword casually lying at his feet, not out of neglect but because the need to pick it up and slice the throats of enemies, incapacitate them then bind them up and cast them out, like yesterdays old newspaper. This activity has become less a challenge and more of just an occasional fox hunt when he has a notion.

Oh, he’d be the first to admit there are a couple of foxes probably out there still causing havoc, but for the most part, the hen house has been free of harassment lately, and when there is a very accurate shot standing guard, foolish is the fox that tempts his aim. Much is the fruit of a calm hen house, constant and steady flowing production of good life-giving gifts.

Peaceful days, and a warrior lying in the grass, one might say his bottom has even impressed into the slope the contour of a chair. His eye and hand examining one of the perfect flowers the Lord has graced our young child with.

Gently must he consider the tender flower, because fragile is her pedals, and while he has clearly the Lion standing a vigilant guard within, ready at any moment to pounce into action at but a Father’s call, so does he also have the Lamb of Christ. The lamb who has branded the man’s heart with tenderness, compassion, gentleness, learning in sync every move of battle is intertwined also with a method and manner of healing. Balance is always a key to success.

Suddenly and gently as the sweet scent of morning flowers wraps her slender fingers around his heart, a soft warm barrier descends upon him completely engulfing his upper torso, distinctly strong around his head arms, and chest. This supernatural armor that seems to descend, usually precipitates something very Godly is about to happen. The world perhaps has called this intuition, a sixth sense, but this gift God grants is a reactionary calling out of his armor, for just as Jesus said in Luke 19:40; “I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.”

His eye lifts but a moment from his careful examination of the flower, he glances towards the horizon resting above the slope of the opposing hill, noticing directly the brown haze that seemed to also decent upon the land. It is the dust of the footfalls of that which is mustering pressing the hill, gathering for some kind of attack.

As the opposing horde begins to squeeze in on the territory of our young warrior, but no less important than that, the area of the land he has been assigned to protect, his post, the warrior remains in the safe garden comfort of recline in his now moss touched the chair.

For the keen sight has shown him there is a giant among them.

There is no immediate danger, they are still a long way off, and there is the question of the giant!

Not that giants hold as much of a grip on him in the fear department, that they once did, for he has slain more than a few of their filthy brothers before, and with each, the ease of disposal increases. But there still remains the unknown factor, it is still a bit distant to get a good eye on exactly what is out there clearly, that unknown lends its own factors of uncertainty, and it is a giant!

Let us further examine even as Jesus spoke about the stones speaking, the further context that might apply.

Luke 19:41-44

As He approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it and said; “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of God’s coming to you.”

But praise God Jesus immediately also gives the solution, for in the very next scripture Luke 19:45-46

When Jesus entered the temple courts, he began to drive out those who were selling. “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be a house of prayer;” but you have made it “a den of robbers.”

Ok back to the young prince sitting in the grass.

Like I said ever alert is He for any and all attacks, having the Lion’s strength and stature, also means he has His senses!’It is but a moment’s moment and he realizes the foul smell of something lurking close!

A demon!

He rolls quickly to avoid a quick attack that now only slices air in a snake-like hiss, striking the ground where only moments earlier his head stood.

A scout, dispatched by the giant to deliver a head wound of fear that without a doubt would have paralyzed, if not defeated even a fraction of a lessor warrior, but such is the seasoned veteran to these feeble attempt’s, that it was but a fraction of a moment before the true author of that cat piss smell was easily recognized, and likewise only a marginal evading move with consequent circle slice and yet another frog faced demon head goes tumbling down the hill.

Our warrior’s jaw set in determined indignation, but a smidgen of a smile, for the Lion has completely engulfed him in ferocity and confidence. His eyes set on the prey that awaits across the plain. What is amazing, is as the froggies head goes rolling casually down the hill at his feet, the entire troop including the giant comes to an immediate and abrupt halt! They are suddenly frozen by the blast of the Lion’s Roar that just crashed through their dark senses, they are frozen like pillars of salt, with one exception, the shaking of their knees can clearly be heard even from here……

running is really their only chance!

I look up out of the car window at the smile of the strangest Jewish Man I have ever seen. Draped in a purple bathrobe, sweet joyful smile mapping his face as far as the east is from the west, white hair like the rays of the sun sticking out from his balding head, encircling his loving face like a streaming aurora. Difficult it is to make out any of those qualities though, past the sparkling diamonds shining out from the eyes so deep with so much wisdom and purpose, that a man comes directly to the realization that many are the volumes that couldn’t contain but a fraction of waits within.

“Come on in for a bit,” he says.

Getting out of a seat, facing challenges, fears, giants, in this realm or another, is a magnificent calling we should all but feel honored to take. Great are the giants that stand in our way, greatly microscopic in comparison to what we have been given.

We all have our chairs we long, and fear, to leave.

By Peter Colla

For Peter Laue

So many times I have had to face my own choice to run, to take it, to fight?

Each presented often not in my timing of choosing? 

But with each even as I made drastic choices that seemed to result in the utter destruction of my own house, business, life, those physical things I thought I held dear, I realized as I passed through these stones in my now distant past, an inconceivable better option, better gift, awaited after choosing God instead of The Fear of Man.

Had I not made those choices, every seemingly small “Yes, I am with Him,” when I find myself again at the burn barrel having to make a choice for Right, even though I know it will probably cost me my home, persecution, a job, my life, but thank God He gave me the strength to choose wisely, for it was through these many choices, these steps out of the car, telling a patient they should not take chemo for something they maybe might have attacked them in the future, knowing I will lose the job for it?

Thank God I made all those acknowledgments at the burn barrel otherwise I would never have met my wife, the love of my life. The greatest gift a man could ever dream to get.  

“Dear Lord Jesus, thank you for the wisdom You have so graciously granted me. Help me further to use that wisdom ever seeking to demonstrate Your face, not mine. Thank You for all the skills You have given me, either by my experience, training, or those you have breathed into me with the various experiences my senses have acknowledged throughout my life. I praise God You have given me all I need to overcome any battle.”

See more of this writers feeble visits to the Generals Tent, check out this other videos with Nino on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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And the newest recent release;

Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907

You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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Juan O’ Saven, Nino, Everybody Is Saying; Watch The Waters, And Pray? “How Exactly Are We To Do That?”

What is going on in the world? Floods in subways? New York, Washington DC .. you call those floods, you should see what’s going on in Europe? 

Entire villages two some three meters or more (six -.ten feet for us not so arithmetic savvy Americans) underwater… rushing water carrying cars through the streets like corks floating on the water!

And if you think; “oh that doesn’t matter, not my home, not my kid being drowned?” then you, my friend are not part of the solution and in my opinion part of the friggen problem! 

So if you are one of those “not my neck of the woods why should I care” people, you better stop reading right now because you’re not going to like what I have to say!

Floods, landslides, mudslides, droughts, earthquakes, suddenly appearing literally overnight at least over the weekend in places like Austria, Holland, Germany, Belgium, all the way down to Italy, Bosnia but Turkey? Not to mention Oman, Chech Republic, Luxemburg, Switzerland, strange things with waters all over the place… Africa, India, Yemen, China and Japan, even Tanzania, South Africa, Middle-East, Far-East, North or South half of the planet, it doesn’t matter, it’s going on all over the place, and not just specific targets one would imagine happening? 

Seems like every place or country that is a hotspot for news, at least End Times action White Hat or Black Hat, is being hit with a water-like attack these last few days! First, the thing you think is weather manipulation?

But it’s not just the tunnels, DUMBS, major rat holes, underground Cern or germ labs, those hidden right under our noses baby cooking hell holes we are talking about here, but small villages remote hamlets in Germany, little towns in Northern Arizona like Flagstaff nobody ever heard of (it’s not their fault all that election theft happened two hundred miles to the south in Maricopa the hell hole I happen to live in), or some obscure village in the polish countryside off in the middle of farm country, far off removed from the spotlight, and certainly of no concern to the rest of us more forward-thinking gerbils running on our wheels in the Big Cities? Isn’t it really the same as some starving baby in The Sudan, if I don’t know them or it’s not my kid why should I care?

In the Bible, especially in Revelations it talks about floods earthquakes happening in diverse places (places they never happened before) but it also says; “these will be like a woman’s travail’s (birthing pains) they will come before the birth, the major event! And if we really look at that example with spiritual eyes we see not only it is happening but who it is happening to; the mother, she is the one who has to suffer to bring the child into the world, and after the birthing pains comes the birth, more pain and more concentrated into a short time frame. 

Why that example, I understand the idea of travails happening unexpected and then the good coming, but here with this example, it really doesn’t apply to all of us especially men who wouldn’t have a clue about women’s travails except for the momentary displeasure of being cursed at in the delivery room because we did this to the woman in the first place?

But the good news; soon the birth is fulfilled and she receives the child in her arms, tears of pain turn into tears of joy, and the mother forgets the pain, and the spattered insults, as Love is deposited finally into her arms and to her breast. 

We are told to see them and know what these travails mean! Knowing and understanding is also passing that information onto others so they too can see, or make it a reality in their life! 

Is this possibly why these travails are happening in such diverse places, seemingly to the innocent? I think we need to look at this fact a little more in-depth, since that is what I try to do, uncover the spiritual meaning behind the attacks (specifically Medical) and discover what we are all supposed to learn from it, might as well try it here? So again when I don’t know I go to God and pull that tool of my old tool belt; “God You said we have not because we ask not; So I’m asking!” Why these small villages, why innocent people, women, and children are suffering, even dying?

My dear wife Anna talks to so many people all over Europe, and the world for that matter, gathering intel, not just the tidbits sprinkled out to the public but real information from real people, the “Boots on the Ground!” Even the vast amount of films of flooding, devastation, or the reported rioting in so many countries, cruel authoritative regimes (who used to call themselves democracies), who are forcing their will upon others nearly at gunpoint, using every dark tactic possible to force people to take the vaccine or buy into the narrative that we all know now is based on a lie. 

It really boils down to people being harassed to the point of revolution throughout the world because of the “Eugenic Agenda” of a few greedy, rich, satan worshiping, punk asses, that think their indulgences, wants and desires, are more important than the well being of the rest of us, and they don’t give rat’s ass how many children die, women raped, people suffer, or souls are lost, as long as they get their thirty pieces of silver or bottle of babies blood.

But let’s not get too far off the subject at hand the flooding?

My God the flooding that’s going on, Anna has had it verified from her contacts “Boots or in this case Heels on the Front Lines” and it’s actually worse than we are being told! She has Direct Contact in Holland, Italy, Spain, Germany, of course, Poland, also even in Romania getting intel that is being suppressed even by the usual internet sources! 

When they said; “Watch the water” and “It’s Going to be Biblical” well that falls under the “No Shit Sherlock” Category!

I spoke with my Spiritual Mentor in Pagosa Springs Peter, and his wife Rebekah jumped in who never does that, almost crying telling me, to tell Nino, that the “people need to pray”?? Then goes on to read me a story out of Ecclesiastes a very obscure book in the Bible I’ve maybe read through once, twice or a few time in my life and then barely awake.

The point is “People, in general, don’t really know how to pray?”  And it’s not the way these self-righteous preachers show everyone else, basically, it being only these guys or others like them that have an angle on it!

I’m going to write an article trying, as the many I have written about previously, specifically from a health care practitioners perspective, and that by the way is one who tries to put God into the treatment scenario by basically examining the whole individual Body, Mind, and Spirit (or Belief) and then applying this information into a resolution that can bring on healing, I am going to try to present it from the same point of view. Basically “asking God to chase away the darkness, asking for healing, picking up ammo for a fight, and praying” all basically the same things when examined on an energetic, vibrational, or quantum level, then tie it to the floods going on around the world and see if we can come up with a viable practical solution we can all grab on to? 

Now, that’s quite a prayer!  

I will try to do this, not using scare tactics or imagery that just makes the people fear more, but try to speak to the Truther’s regarding the Biblical nature of this stuff with the hope to give them positive belief for what they can actually themselves do about it!

You know what gets me, what really burns my craw, is why is it that these tragedies seem to always hurt the innocent though? Why do the Rats seem to jump ship and somehow survive before the actual ship goes down, taking the innocent children or sweet grandparents who are too old and feeble to get out of the way of the floodwaters as everyone else is running like chicken thieves; chickens in hand?

I am immediately reminded of a story I heard some fifteen years ago, about the same time I had my own near-death, come-to-Jesus, tub experience, I have talked about in earlier writings and will not regurgitate right now, except to say that at this particular time in my life God was showing me many things, many miracles, I hardly comprehended then, vaguely wrote about, and certainly did not even remotely understand until perhaps today; also as it turns out having to do with water and Flagstaff. 

It was a particularly hot and dry summer, and as it was when the summer would not present enough afternoon rain showers as was often seen in that particular part of the country (Northern Arizona) the forests would dry out to the point of being literally a tinder pile with merely a lightning strike or a discarded cigarette butt being all that was necessary to set the whole forest ablaze?

So they do on occasion close the forest or forbade campers from building fires, and in some drastic extremes both, as was the case in this particular summer. But how it stands there is always one or another limp dick who thinks his wants and desires outweigh the risks or hurts potentially posed to others, like some moron want-a-be Mario Andretti who drives down the freeway one hundred and thirty miles an hour, in his souped-up Fred Flintstone mobile that is designed at best to barely go sixty. The dumb ass crashes, and especially if alcohol is involved usually walks away but not after taking an innocent woman or a couple of kids down with him? 

So was it this particular summer, one or another also dumb ass just decided he wanted to camp even though it was forbidden, either he ran off or stumbled off in a drunken stupor and left his fire which quickly broke out and consumed the entire side of the mountain on the East side of town. Either it was the high elevation and even higher pitch which only drew the winds in like a blast furnace made it impossible to get the thing under control and the fire burned nearly to the edge of the homes far below in the foothills of the great mountain before going out.

This kind of attack, a real spiritual one that has a serious curse behind it never precipitates all of its destructive power until well after the attack seems gone and so it was with this one. About two months later the rainy season started and as anyone who lives around great mountains will tell you, they seem to attract the storm clouds like flies to sugar, and it wasn’t long before the major monsoon rains began, except this time there were no trees, no undercover, to hold the rain as the mountain was being drenched in millions of gallons of Downpour. 

The rain pours down the mountain gathering speed and volume like a big wave crashing on some sandy beach somewhere. By the time it has come the houses up on the foothills the pathetic efforts of our civil engineers to channel large rains into the streets and then into the sewer drains waiting below, are so seriously overrun so much so you think it was one of those “Haboob’s” you only see on TV in Saudi Arabia (another event this weekend) but sense deep in your heart it must be the wrath of God. 

Long before the major wave comes crashing down the streets, they are already beginning to flow like a small river, and by the end of the summer, this rain has become such a welcome sight in Arizona (desert country for you readers who may not be from around here), beckoning children and old people like yours truly to come out into the yard or at least watch the rain from the patio? This too happened!

It was reported that two little girls one four and her sister of six or seven (they may have been even younger than that) were among those who ran out to watch the rushing water of the rain, and when they saw the crashing tidal wave of debris and death barreling down on them, turned quickly to run back to the raised recesses of the house. They didn’t both make it before the waters talons took the younger sister!

The older sister jumped in after her sister and pressed her to push the little girl to safety several yards down the now-massive flowing river, before being pulled under herself and disappearing from sight only to be found at the bottom of the mountain days later buried in the mud, washed away materials, and fallen logs. 

I remember crying at the thought of a little child giving up her life to save her sister (A true Martyr of Christ),  but more than that at my own anger towards the ass hole who through his selfish act had caused this tidal wave of water to occur in the first place.

The news of that little girl giving her life never made it to the TV in the days to follow her death, I don’t know if I ever heard her name, often as it were news doesn’t report stuff like that especially when it happens in the more poor parts of town as this was, or in such an off the grid location that people could hardly notice if they did?

What exactly is a travail, in diverse places? Why does it happen to innocent and not down the mainstream in Hollywood or Wall Street? Maybe it is because the travails happen to the mothers, so they will know when the baby is coming and they will be prepared, looking, expecting the eminent knocking on the door?

We are the Bride, the signs are for us to see, comprehend and watch for Jesus to appear in the clouds, the major event, the actual birth!

So Rebekah is right we need to pray! But there again, pray for what and how?

Even Juan O’ Saven is telling everyone to pray!

I’m not a pastor, nor even a righteous man, of this I have been guilty of trying on occasion? In the Spiritual treatment Realm, in the application of applying Spiritual or Godly Truths to health care and the health treatment arena I am an expert! Expert because of experience, the desire to do it, the acknowledgment or saying “yes” when I was asked, and the courage of not turning away from the truth even when being slandered, threatened, attacked, and the honor of being given the wisdom God has deemed me able to express in writing or word.

The very act of asking God for understanding is prayer, the very act of saying to God; “I have not because I ask not… so I’m asking” is prayer. Every time we include Him in our daily lives, not just casually ignore He is there, but actually recognize He is and throw out the simple thought or question; “What do you think about this or that,” or even more simply “look at what I found” as we sit and play with the objects we happen to be focussing on at that moment. These are all prayers, the best kind!

I wrote a story that captures this image as well as one painted before me, actually wrote it as a part of a book “The Father’s Love,” one of many I have finished but yet have not published. Part of this story was released in my last book Quantum Ascension, but I think it is appropriate to tell here at least in a small part.

In my dream I am transported and see before me, my own small child Grace as a baby, sitting on the floor in front of me. What is amazing, the image I can see is one where I am looking at the scene from directly behind her and I can at the same time also see myself sitting on the couch off to her right watching her play? A sort of out-of-body experience is taking place, that or I am somehow transported back to witness the event that I also remember myself in the past? Regardless, I am clearly there watching myself watch my child.

I say I can see myself because I am sort of watching her, and watching myself watch her even as the scene unfolds before me. There is a look on my own face, as I watch my sweet child just sit there, playing before me; of pure happiness. And while I probably couldn’t do it justice, let’s just say I don’t think I could ever remember myself as happy as I witness myself at this moment. But perhaps the only word that I could possibly come up with, that could even remotely describe the look on my own face I am witnessing is utter bliss.

My little daughter cannot be even a year old yet, because she doesn’t seem to be old enough to stand up on her own, but she is sitting unsupported. She is from the vantage point I am observing, right now behind her, clearly sitting looking or playing with something in her hands.

My own eye must have the supernatural ability to simultaneously look from behind her and at the same time, not only see what she is examining in her precious hands but also the look on her face as she examines it? She is just sitting there looking at a simple small rectangular toy, perhaps a small woodblock over and over in her hand as she looks at it, studying it, and turns it over again and again examining each side as if the new side is suddenly and excitedly being found new again.

Her face is one of complete contemplation but also happy and smiling satisfaction as she looks at the block, turns it over, looks at the other side, and then looks at the other side again, studying it and smiling in her thorough exam. I think I even softly hear her quiet voice a soft cooing sound as she again discovers a new side. “Hmmm, Ohhh, Ohhh, Hmmm” The words she says soft are as relaxing to my ear as the wave of symphonic images that bathe my sight in beauty, love, and joy.

I am amazed at her complete peacefulness and thoroughness she places on this simple item, locking her gaze, not wanting to miss a single atom of the precious treasure that has suddenly found its way into her hands. Over and over she turns the block examining it and excited again to find a new different side, color, or image carved on it.

For a moment she almost seemed to get so enamored by her activity she almost forgot I was there, but suddenly she stops and turns, needing to make sure I still was. She looks up to me sitting on the couch next to her, watching her. She gives me a happy satisfied smile, almost as a response to me watching her, and just as quickly returns her gaze to the object of her attention. Because just as fast she looked at me, she was is right back looking at the block, again starting to rotate it around in her hand as she examines one side and then another.

Again my spiritual eye goes back to myself sitting on the couch and the look on my own face as I seem to realize myself she is just making sure I am still there; her father, safely watching her as she plays. A wave of personal satisfaction as my own fatherly self seems to know that she must have thought, at least realized with the look on his face; “Yep, dad is still there, I am safe, protected, loved, even being watched.”

Then back to her sitting on the floor looking at the block and me watching.

Again she suddenly stops, but this time reaches out with the outstretched arm to show her dad on the couch the block in her hand. Looking up at him and lifting it up, she smiles at me clearly wishing to show the wonderful treasure she has just discovered.

I cannot begin to describe the feeling I see on my own face as I look at the wonderful smiling bright loving eyes of my child, reaching up and wanting to share her new discovery with me, her precious treasure. At this moment she is giving me a true experience a true gift in my own life, one I will cherish as a true treasure, a gem, a real golden nugget, and love all wrapped up in a single “wonder”-“full” wooden block, an image of utter joy, pure bliss that I will remember for the rest of my life.

This I feel in my heart and realize immediately in my own thoughts; “Is the Definition of True Worship or Prayer.” God does the exact same thing with each and every one of us as we sit and discover the world He created for all of us. And like I saw myself, He watches with infinitely more love than I could possibly comprehend as He watches all of us as mere children examining the simple wooden blocks he gives us each day.

And if I can sit there and feel a wave of utter joy as she holds up the block to share the new discovery with me, how much infinitely more does our own Father feel when we take but a moment in our busy lives and hold up our own discoveries to Him, or ask Him what He might think?

God loves to watch us experience his gifts, loves it more when we look to make sure He watching, and loves it the most when we reach out and share our wooden blocks with Him.

That is the definition of Prayer! In my opinion.

By Peter Colla

“Help me Lord to remember you are watching, eager, and loving in the discoveries we have each day, help me remember to take the moment to reach out and show you. And help me pray.”

See more of this writers feeble visits to the Generals Tent, check out this other videos with Nino on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

posture.is.everything@gmail.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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And the newest recent release;

Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907

You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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Fluff Tube “News Flash Part Two:” Juan O’ Saven On Nino’s Court Of Public Opinion; “They Made Promises, But Lied To Us? Really, Welcome To The Party Pal!”

Fluff Tube “News Flash Part Two:” Juan O’ Saven On Nino’s Court Of Public Opinion; “They Made Promises, But Lied To Us? Really, Welcome To The Party Pal!”

Juan O’ Saven, I truly love the guy, and if he isn’t really John F. Kennedy Jr. then in this writer’s opinion, he should be! Every time he shows up on Nino’s Corner or anywhere else I have to listen, call it the old glued in front of the boob tube, or back to the era when there were only radios and everyone listened to the Friday Night Fights at Madison Square Garden, regardless if you were sitting at home with the wife, kids, and dog, or down at the local pub having a brewski with the boys, when the game was on, everyone piped down and the bartender turned up the volume!

But right out of the gate, our favorite horse the Big Cowboy Boot Himself Juan started talking about all the promises these rich guys make, promises of this and that, lawyers promising sixty and delivering six cracker jack rejects to keep the Nevada election safe? 

They didn’t follow through with their promises? Surprised at that one?

Well, all I have to say about that is; “Welcome To The Party Pal!”

I’m just a friggen low rank, ass to the grass, buck-private health care provider, who happened to promise God fifteen years ago I would place Him (Jesus) into the healthcare treatment scenario any way I could! 

If I had a nickel for every time I had some rich guy, or anyone else for that matter, step up and say they were going to help in this or that fight against injustice, or even promise to merely spread the word to others, and then disappear leaving me holding myself, while I moved forward in this or that battle because I was expecting some promise of help, only to be standing in front of the charging horde now alone with what had now become a common stupid look on my face, if I had a nickel for every one of those events, I could fund the whole friggen NASARA myself by now!

It is so common for people to make promises, often I think they like the feeling they get when we are grateful in advance, makes them feel good! What do they call this; “Savior Complex,” some guys, especially rich guys love to play the savior, especially in the eyes of women like my wife? “Don’t worry little lady, I will take care of that bully that is persecuting you.” Hugs, Kisses, tears of joy that the battle might actually have a positive outcome and we can march forward like lemming’s with confidence, just to have our hopes, prayers, even hard work moving now in the recommended direction, be dowsed like a cold bucket of water tossed on a pathetic little candle.

You’d think I’d learn, these guys always coming in these vultures in sheep’s clothing, a seemingly sincere want to help, real friends, buddies, pals, family, but when the smoke clears you find out they were just involved really as covert plants, working for the other team like some shit faced spy, eager to lend a hand until you read the fine print; double the normal charge. Then for an added bonus they charge you an extra five or ten percent on the backside because you should be glad just for the honor of knowing them! You think the pirates eye patch or black-eye on one eye would have given it away?

I always love the ultimate final disclosure, that’s when they are not flat out denying any knowledge or blaming the theft on some long gone subordinate; “if you think you’ve been mistreated or don’t like the way we canceled your contract, overcharged you, or basically “buggarded” you in the old back side, then sue us, we don’t care.”

It’s about that time they hang up with a laugh, they know what we all have come to know; if you did happen to go to court they would own your lawyer, if they didn’t own him, they own the judge, and if they don’t own the judge, they own the politician who might have influence over the judge, and if they don’t own him, they will commence to killing, so why even bother trying that route?

But there again, didn’t Jesus Himself say; “Either you are for me, or you are against me, there is no middle ground.

So my question to Juan, if I had happen to be sitting there is not that the ball dropped on the one-yard line as has happened so many times I can hardly remember, but who are these limp-dicks who made all these promises for support, integrity, even seemingly righteous justice just to disappear when we needed them the most?

Such acts of cowardice is nothing short of sending a band of soldiers into a hot-spot with the promise of support, and then when the time is most critical they turn their backs and leave the real heroes to fall because they are now seriously and almost humiliatingly outnumbered. You want a scene from Braveheart; How about when Mel’s waving the flag for attack right in the middle of the battle, and all the rich landowners smile their pathetic cocky Billionaire smiles as they turn their horses and leave. At least in that movie they got their asses whooped later.

What has happened to the world, I was always taught “My Yes means Yes, and My No Means No,” and if I promise somebody I’m going to do something I did it? My wife Anna is the same way, that is why it is impossible for her to tell a lie or say a negative thing about someone, yet how that simple Godly truth has just about vanished completely from almost everyone I know. And this betrayal today seems to bring tears to her eyes more often now than I had ever seen in the past.

Nothing infuriates and saddens me more than to see my wife cry because of that kind of hurt. Now, I don’t claim to be any kind of Godly man, and even the thought that I am supposed to represent God in my own home it does scare the “Be-Julius” out of me at times, but if it rocks my world that much seeing my wife tear, I can’t imagine what it must do to God when he sees his children being betrayed and hurt?

I love the part when Juan asks the question; “How do you beat the devil?” Let’s get back to that one in a moment.

Interesting enough in my own health care Mind, Body, and Spiritual application of therapeutic treatments (and I call it my own, with all due respect because it is really God’s, He just lets me write about it), especially when we have already discovered that treating the causes, all of the causes (something that has been discarded in healthcare recently), we have the greatest chance of not only being victorious over the attacks of the present, but thwarting future ones of the enemy that might come down the line. We do this by placing our intention on the very direction in which the attack came, then going to God for the answers or the proper procedures to use to defeat it if it ever comes back, thus turning the light on in the darkness causing the curse or evil to flee. 

So basically if we look at the physical elements of the symptoms as they manifest before or on the individual, the experiential meaning of the particular part of the body part being attacked, and most importantly what spiritual activities they seem hell-bent on stopping them from doing in their life, then create a therapeutic application that encompasses all three parts is essential to have the greatest chance of not only defeating the attacking malevolent entity, but have the added bonus of growing stronger in the process as we then become experts in the healing process of this particular attack and can pass this information onto other as clearly demonstrated by the universal fact; “Been there, done that!” 

A simple example of the symptom cause-based perspective we will use for today in this report; we will use the attacks of depression, or the common pain associated with an anxiety reactionary affliction such as PTSD. Without getting into the etiology of these afflictions, or the particulars surrounding the common treatment of such attacks, let’s just say that the most common symptom associated with depression is de-socialization or a withdrawal from society in general. And even if this particular symptom doesn’t manifest itself clearly, which it usually does, in secondary attack scenarios such as PTSD, the implementation of commonly approved and even “pushed” medicinal treatment procedures will often do the trick to desensitize the individual so much so, they have no choice but to de-socialize. 

So if we know that de-socialization is the hidden agenda of these curses within the poisons of our “Big-Pharma-Pseudo-Insurance-Controlled-Allopathic-Crude Oil-Based-Medical-System” and promotes this, then we have not only placed the light on the true location, as well as the direction of the curse inflicting us, but in one scoop know exactly the direction of the counterpunch necessary to knock the skinny-armed little demon right out of the ring? 

So back to Juan’s question; “How you beat the devil?” He does answer that question even though it seems like he dances around the subject stating a need to “quote scriptures,” or that it is actually happening right in front of our eyes without specifically stating what?

Well, from my own experience, you know what they say; there is more than one way to skin a cat? Why would someone actually want to skin a cat, I like cats, they are always so sweet when you are sweet to them, but they seem to be picked on all the time?

But yes, God gives us pretty much give us all we need to defeat attacks of darkness all around us, literally in every plane of the senses we have available to us, basically demonstrating there are enough tools around us in all forms of the senses whether it be sight, sound, movement, even food and water, or the very smells in the air, He gives us all the tools we need within each of these senses, to defeat all the attacks or afflictions we experience, merely needing to seek and ask Him, recognize them, then reach out and take any one of them to use in our own efforts defeat the attacks. 

Now back to the devil, what does he or those minions he has under his control, those demons, witches, warlock, high priests, and priests display as a symptom more than anything else?

This is an easy one!

They hide! They have their “secret” societies, their “hidden” bases, their “secret” handshakes, their hiding all their dirty secrets under the covers, their behind closed doors, behind the masks evil bitch witch covens, or their little dark butt spanking little boy bands cross-bone lodge member funny hat wearing or little apron club.

If this is their main symptom, and oh by the way the majority of the medicines out there including pretty much all of the psychological drugs, including alcohol, all seem to do one thing in common and that is to dumb down our senses, almost making us feel like we are living under a heavy blanket or in some kind of dark numbing cave with only the smallest of the peephole to look out of! A conscious and spiritual disconnect from God!

Even prisons of the oldest forms all used solitary confinement, locking a person up in a dark confined room as the most rudimentary and aggressive form of long-term punishment, throwing people in dungeons, causing them often to go insane if kept too long. Funny how the doctors always seem to tell parents of an afflicted child to put the child in the darkroom and keep them there as some kind of potential treatment? What child has this ever been made to feel better by this, only worse by causing anxiety and added depression?

So if the devil likes to hide as his main side effect, symptom, prompting, call it what you will, then exposure is the best and most effective way to beat the devil!

Exposure!

Exposure!

Exposure!

Exposure!

Turn the light of Truth on, everywhere and anywhere you can, tell as many people the truths you can, share with everyone you know, pass them on, and tell, plead, beg them to pass them on again themselves! This is the death of devils in any form!

Do you want to defeat the devil? Pass the Truths on to Others; “For God’s Sake”

But all this being said; I totally see the frustration my friend Nino has when doing these interviews, guest after guest revealing what appears to be page after page, fact after fact, or truth after truth of not only outright theft, violation of constitutional rights of every American (that isn’t the puppet of satan), but also evidence of pedophilia, child trafficking, attempted genocide on a worldwide scale, say nothing of the treason, outright bold-faced lies, slanders, and countless atrocities perpetrated against the many innocent for the desires of an extremely few Dark Sider’s. Yet the days march on, goal posts moved yet again, another date for some future tell-all report, some all revealing audit what our military supposedly has known for now three quarters of a year, some last dumbass that still needs to wake up before we hit that all revealing ceiling of awareness that must be found before anything seems to be done?

Good thing we are only talking about Biden and that AOC bitch, if we were talking about “Ze-Germans” or the “invading Chinese” we’d all be walking around with our chopsticks in hand trying to make heads or tails of the “ding-dong-ping-pong” language, or wearing our armband this time with crosses on them, as we march slowly and in our neat and orderly fashion to the ovens waiting for our turn to jump in.

I think I agree with Nino, what the frig are we waiting for, if people haven’t woke by now then fuck-em they never will!

By Peter Colla

Paulorpeter

“Dear Heavenly Father help me recognise the attacks of the enemy, understand the means in which they wage war, show me the weapons of war and more importantly how to use them for Your glory as we fight this End Times War to end all wars, in preparation to Your Son’s return.”

See more of this writers feeble visits to the Generals Tent, check out this other videos with Nino on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

posture.is.everything@gmail.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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And the newest recent release;

Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907

You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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“The Critical Mass Of A Spiritual Thermal Nuclear Reaction!” A Continuation Nino News Report Climate Change?

It doesn’t take much observation my fellow gerbils in this cage of wheel-runners we call life these days to realize something out there is not kosher; dams breaking all over the place, multiple floods in key places that have seldom if ever occurred, laptops with boatloads of incriminating evidence suddenly showing up in the most improbable of places, and finally dark-minded seemingly half-witted people opening their own flaps spouting off all kinds of statements of such idiocy you would wonder if the jackasses back on the farm are not laughing their own asses off silly at the absolute levels of absurdity, buffoonery, and self-destruction, let alone self-incrimination these idiots seem to spout?

An article or two ago we delved into the almost Twilight Zone-ish appearance of the majority of the world’s Billionaires who had decided it was apparently time to assemble in a “faux” Builderburg, “let’s get together and decide together how We would move forward with the concerns of the world mainly; Climate Change?”

Like these spoon-fed “Nancy’s” care a flying fart about the woes or issues of the rest of us except possibly how they can maybe squeeze all for a few more pounds of flesh from each of us, or decide among themselves how many countries, birth certificates, or bottles of babies blood they can appropriate from the tally?


But what they do seem particularly interested in on every line item in their Mickey Mouse, joint smoking, little black-book brother boy band pocket brochure, every step of the way is this Climate Change agenda, or its the effect on each of their items they feel they need to discuss for the salvation of the rest of us?


What could Climate Change have a rat’s ass to do in the least with COVID, Vaccines, Election Fraud, how to rid the world once and for all from Trump, or the fact that there is a worldwide manhunt out on pedophilia?

 I would say nothing! But then I’d be only looking through physical eyes and not seeing it in the Spiritual, observing the real addenda, among and around, these nerdy pussy-whipped little boy buggerers!


Before we examine the Spiritual side of this attack, and oh yes my Brothers and Sisters it is an attack, ever so apparent from someone who happens to be looking; as any disease, infirmity, break, or baseball bat across the back of the head, let us look at how ridiculous the image of Climate Change really is!

Yes, before we delve into the Truth, or in this case “false” intention of the curse behind these ideas, we need to look at the absolute absurdity of so-called Climate Change and how the very thought of it is nothing short of a slap in the Face of God literally at the audacity of people to think they have the power through their industries or manipulations to actually “change” for good something that God created for all of us and called everlasting!

As I had reported in many articles in the past, my own interest in Astronomy and Astrophysics studying, even remarking as to the multitudes of changes in what they, (the scientists) refer to as constants, measurements, various theories taught to our children, are at best theorized about, yet continually taught as fact, and they continue this charade long after many are proven false (Another continuing article for another time)? Examining climate change from an Astrophysical perspective actually demonstrates much more believable, and I may add, more measurable the actual absurdity of men thinking they can actually influence the entire earth’s climate in the least!


Without getting into too much of the almost infinite factors out in the world that influence our planet, many more than our meager inputs and certainly much less the curses or desires of those boobs mentioned up above can bring. Just the sunspots alone when they are prevalent or completely absent as is the case in sequential periods lasting years even tens of years, changes in the world’s climate are dramatic especially regarding the temperature of radiating heat from the sun, so dramatically quantitative are these differences it would mimic the heat of the entire nuclear arsenal of the Earth being detonated simultaneously to perhaps account for the mere difference in a single few months let alone years!

Scientists don’t have to look far off studying core samples in Arctic or Antarctic glaciers, or the even an easier access the rings of very old trees such as Great North American Giant Redwoods who by all apparent observation do not ever die but just keep growing, and have be only one natural enemy and that is men. Even the greatest forest fires only seem to weaken them for a year or two and then they are back to growing on and on!


What the rings do show is periods of drought, extreme temperature increases, and periods of excessive cold, as well as a clear pattern that just so happens to match other referencing timeline observations throughout the world coinciding precisely with sun spot patterns almost to the day!


I’d like to see those pimple-faced computer geeks try to wrestle with the power of a single sand storm or the devastating withholding of blessings droughts bring especially when they are purposed to open the eyes of people who have been too busy praying to their idols of clay and wood, to hear the soft voice of God when he speaks. 


To influence the entire planet with their little chem-trails, or ashes of dead people in hamburgers, let alone their pathetic prayers to Moloch at their Bilderburg witch frolic through the forests naked, if sunspots are more powerful than all the atomic bombs, how silly they must appear to the angels who know the ridiculousness of their petty spells and chants are.

But isn’t that how they do it, present up a lie that seems to have a direct influence on us offered in the pandora’s box of a little virus too small to see, smell, touch, or feel? Somehow they are going to tell us that the world we see and God has given us is different, changed altered by their invisible threats. Then try to completely described to us in a way that is fathomable only the smartest members of society have a prayer to understand it, oh yes they were educated by them and are on their payroll.

All the bullshit they feed us is completely opposite of what we experience or makes sense, like masks when jogging in the park, or vaccines for sickness coming in the future, or like the elderly needing to sit six feet apart when they eat dinner even though they might live together and even sleep in the same bed. Yet here we go because some rat-faced doctor somewhere says it’s so we obey without question. 


They tell us what we are to believe, they pay the teachers to teach their lies, they pay the politicians to support their agendas which coincide with those lies! They tweak the system so it benefits them and fulfills their plans, and ultimately becomes the very instrument they would use to chain us in the prison of their construct, they cheat and stuff the ballot boxes so their guys get in and give them back all the money it cost plus, then laugh as we are the ones who pay for it! No wonder they smile like Jesters, yes 33rd mason Jesters!

How frustrating it must be for Truthers such as Nino to have to dance around the endless games of images presented by the Dark Stank, movies, lies, charades that are then spoken of as truths, like Biden winning the election, or a pandemic, just to find himself discussing events, timelines, perspectives, even prediction all centered around circumstances that will never happen either way because the first wisp of lie based pantomime never happened in the first place?


No, they don’t believe in climate change any more than the ridiculous contradictions that we see around us! They believe in a change in the perspective “climate of our awareness” of which they want total control, to rule with absolute authority, and bring us under total submission, regardless of the idiocy or illogic of the command. 

Their ultimate goal is to get us voluntarily sign on with our part, our perception of the world not based on truth but the lie they feed us, then to facilitate any friggen thing they want as long as it follows the ultimate desire for one world rule, one world finance, one world media opinion, and one-world government; the “one-world” they run the show, and we shut our mouths, do our work, give them our women and children, and die in a neat and orderly military fashion when we are told to!


The good news is they can’t do it on their own! They can’t change the whole planet, oh sure they can change a small part of it in the short term, they can pollute a small corner of the ocean, they can facilitate a small patch of tissue to revolt and become a tumor, but Gods water then disperses the particles so miraculously throughout the entire body, (it’s called the law of diffusion) that by the time the poisons, radiation, food dye, plastic particles, one of Hillary’s turds completely dissolves and spreads out the molecular concentration per trillion gallons is less the one or more atom of the original, good luck having an effect especially without the power of the curse behind it.

Diseases, poisons, attacks, so-called RNA manipulations nano-bot or not, take away their curses, and you are left with a few molecules of substance among trillions of cells, they can’t infect and thus affect them all! We put the light of Truth on it, and the power of God spoken word into the mix and the Light Saber turns on, the darkness flees, and the water of our bodies does the rest! God Himself said “I Am the Living Water,” that was not just an arbitrary statement to make people feel good.


The Devil does not have the power to make us sick, nor does he have the power to kill us, if he had either he would have decimated the entire population of the Earth long ago. He doesn’t even have the power to change anything God has created, we might? And through his coxing, manipulations, lies and deceit get us to go along in the short term, but it too relies dramatically on us, our participation, our agreement to even have a mouse-farts chance in a whirlwind?


They are desperate now, the hunters are being hunted, they have to show themselves, they have no other cards left, they know it’s only a matter of time before enough people will wake up, before the images they have placed in front of us, racism, BLM (Baal, Lucifer & Moloch), crazy politicians, hate-filled media, ridiculous athletes that preach noble causes from their multimillion-dollar locker room’s and their pizza parties, staged false flags this or that, fake deaths, women actors who are really men, male actors who have been so compromised they can’t piss without asking permission, bogus pandemics, curses in place of medicines, poisons instead of food, the theft and torture of our children. 

Soon the critical mass of awareness will take place throughout the world, enough people regardless of their side of the aisle will see the reality of the evil before us, another light in another obscure corner of the war, and that will be enough and the entire planet will be bathed in God’s Light of Truth, the darkness will have no place to hide, especially when the tunnels have all been destroyed or flooded. Then what little power of protection will flee like a wet cat with its tail on fire, taking with any curse these butt heads might have hoped for, leaving them just standing there looking stupid as the rest of the planet grabs its pitchfork and torches and storms their castles ready instigate some truly Righteous Lion Of Judah Jesus Christ ass whooping.


And for those who have not only betrayed their own kind but sought the enslavement, damnation, even deaths of innocents; in His words, not mine; for those who have done so “You are either for Christ, Good, Light, or against Him,” and “It would have better for him that he was not born than to betray the Son of Man.” 

By Peter & Anna Colla

“Dear Heavenly Father help me see past the imagery, past the false flags, and through the shrouds of the enemy to see your purpose for me in the End Times War between Good and evil. Grant me the strength to lift up your Light sword of the Word to wield it in the battles You call me to fight. Empower and bless all Your front line fighters and bless them with everything they will need to be victorious in this life and the next.”

Bless You Patriots

See more of this writers feeble visits to the Generals Tent, check out this other videos with Nino on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

posture.is.everything@gmail.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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And the newest recent release;

Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907

You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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Extra, Extra, Read All About It; Nino’s TV Features News That Rocks Even Biggest Of The Worlds Sleeping Giants! And The Dam Has Broken!

Extra, Extra, Read All About It; Nino’s TV Features News That Rocks Even Biggest Of The Worlds Sleeping Giants! The Dam Has Broken!

Yes, news audience you heard me say it here, just when you thought how could we go another week of seemingly endless speculation, wonder about some audit numbers in that desert hot-hole I happen to call my home, Arizona, glancing here or there while we run like gerbils in that ever-spinning wheel we call the daily grind! With one television turned on the Right disposing of the bombardments of truths via the censorship of BoobTube fluff restrictions, being splattered onto us like golfball size hail being dumped onto our new cars hood in one or another summer “El-Nino” weather manipulated snow cone maker monsoon drenching? 

And yet at the same time, there’s the television on the Left playing its constant flip flop of “Bidden Buffoon-ism” endless jabber cackling of Karan-want-a-be’s, spouting the doom and gloom of yet another report of change again in policy that can in no way benefit any sane American, reversal of benefits that for a short time under the previous president did actually make America Great Again, and the extra bonus of directing the ever marching stream of steadily increasing Lemur’s as we head for what without a doubt seems to be the ever inviting and increasing attractive Leap off the friggen cliff as a country to plunge itself and the rest of us with it, into the ever receiving maw of churning white waves of crashing waters on rocks of this ice mixed with fire image they would produce in that climate change gulley before us?

And Yes, this reporter has been derelict in his duty to report the news as it happens, Nino dropping bombs like a trigger happy hillbilly flying a B-52 in the cold war, giving us guest after guest reporting all sorts of acts of Deep Stank regurgitation from Juan O’ Savin talking about his election fraud corn squares again, to Madyson Marquette ex-porn-star poking around with revelations of whether tribunals actually exist or not and Nino jumping in as “Advocate General” quick to swear her in with hand on Bible; “swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!” But not to forget finally the “Dancing Jitterbug” herself Cirsten Weldon dumping so much intel, naming names, kicking asses, that I don’t know if I was hearing demons quelling like pigs in horror, or that was merely the sounds of the last gasps of air being pressed out of them as they were being squashed like cockroaches under army boots in one or another Tijuana hotel bathroom floor. 

All I know was the levels of Revelation Truths that were being revealed, no more hiding secrets under the dresses of cross-dressing politicians skirts, makes you wonder about the images, perspectives, even illuminations, from what clearly appears to this humble health care provider and sideline sports reporter to be a not so clear assessment that reminds one of the images perhaps you might watch from the inside of popcorn maker, or better yet a bag of angry cats that just got tossed into a swimming pool!

One thing is for sure my dear brothers and sisters, and it doesn’t matter what corner of the war your fox hole happens to sit in, the shit has hit the fan, the cats are out of the bag, the fever has set in across the whole body from the top of the head to tip of the little toes, regardless of the exact spot or molecule the little virus has set off the alarm, regardless of the whether this show or that one is true or pantomime, is the actual one who cares, this arrest or that, this masked fraud really happened or that person even exists? Even Nino himself had to sit back jaw open in wonder, as things seem to be revealed in a proportion that would make even the most flamboyant video truther wonder who was going to show up first; the guys in the black glasses and suits looking at you while asking “We meet again Mr Anderson!” or the other guys in their white jackets carrying their little straight jackets smiling; “Now come along with me, we have a rabbit back home who wants to say hi?”

No, the truth is more than just the edge of some fever dream, but in this case, the whole friggen world everyone is got a temperature….. the truth is my Brothers and Sisters the Dam Has Broken!

Now Back to Spiritual Heath Care News at the Front;

I had a dream, and in my vision, within this dream, I saw a great build-up of debris holding back the waters of a clear beautiful creek. Clay and dead timbers and all sorts of discarded objects were used to form up an ever-increasing barrier, higher and thicker until it took the shape and form a large dam.

It was clear the dam was being built up by the enemy, for it was grey and cold, its rough surface in no way demonstrated anything but harsh resilience against the waters that were behind. The sky was churning with darkened greys swirling ominousness of white towering clouds, not dark because of the enemy, but because of the anger that was brewing in the spirit of God.

God’s blessings of a very long time were sitting behind that dam, denied to the people down in the valley below! God’s waters were being built up, held back, denied from the people downriver who have been thirsty, almost choking for its few drops. The enemy could not take the waters for itself but could hold it back, denying the children its existence. Yet the flow continued and up the dam, it had to grow, higher along the canyon walls, the dams’ claw-like talons holding tightly to the rock walls as the accumulating reservoir continued to grow every day.

I looked at the grey rough face of the dam and suddenly I noticed small cracks and droplets of water forming on its vast cold now concrete-like surface. These watery appearances were becoming more and more frequent, a few even began spraying forth with popping sound as small rumbles of greater pressures hidden within suddenly erupted sending it small pieces of degree hurtling into the now vast chasm down the cannoned valley.

I saw more and more cracks, and in the darkened sky I suddenly heard the ominous sound of the alarm, a great siren warning the people below of some impending danger.

My eye immediately goes to the valley where I see the people down in the deepest recesses of the city, some of them looking up at the sound, a few casually dismissing the siren as “just another warning test, nothing to be alarmed about, they are just testing the system again.”

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Many go right back to the business they continued with before, busy in the muck and mire of the very middle of the valley streets. The deeper within the valley the more prominent as well as dark the sewer filth that flows down the middle of these streets seem.

Especially the people in the lowest part of the city, the sewer filth is the strongest, they play and wash their clothes in the refuse. The high-walled buildings and busy roadways make it hard for the people here to even see the fact that they are deep in the valley. Many of these don’t even take the time to look up from the sound but ignore it altogether.

A few of these individuals, in desperation, try to move out away from this deep center, the panic of the distant siren having at least some small effect on these. All the people seem to be frantically asking each other if they should at least try to make it to higher ground?

Further away from the center, the people can hear the sirens more clearly and they are more aware as well as a bit alarmed by the loud sound, many more of them actually start moving towards the edge of town quickly trying to get to the foothills of the mountains that line the valley.

As we look at the foothills we see people who were slowly walking up now running up the mountains. Some frantic almost pulling their friends out of the way or stepping over others to get up.

Then there are those already at the top, some of these are actually coming down trying to help the others up to the top yelling out their own warning of the dam which is about to break.

I look back at the dam which is now squirting out water from many fishers simultaneously like many dozen high-powered fire hoses, a thick blanket of water is already pouring down the cold dark surface of the dam. The many attendants of the dam are now frantically leaving the facilities trying themselves to escape, they appear from the distance to scatter like cockroaches when the light is turned on. Many of these have no idea which way to go and run into each other, even throw each other off the road as they mouth their silent screams, which have no chance to be heard over the loud sirens.

I then hear a great rumble like thunder or the deep echos of an underground atomic bomb, and with a great cracking noise like a thousand explosions all at once, the ground shakes with a sudden movement as what clearly feels like an earthquake irrupts underfoot and the center of the dam immediately starts to shift with a screeching low pitched grind. A great wall of water over a thousand feet tall presses through all at once and falls through the dam, crashing into the open space right below. All the water of the huge reservoir that had been held behind flows through like a gigantic lake just following in one solid block, taring the cement, walls, buildings, and remaining structures of the dam with them, as they crash forward down the chasm of the canyon into the valley below.

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All the people feel the huge sound and even feel the ground shudder as the sound reverberates through their very being like thunder striking deep under their feet. All are frozen in awestruck fear as they look up the valley into the canyon to witness the origin of the sound they already fear as doom coming.

There is an ere silence for a moment right after the initial shaking as people just all just stare in still confused realization as what their eyes are registering suddenly takes shape. The huge wall of water tumbling down the face of the mountain upon the canyon in front of them turning and plowing buildings trees and electric poles like they are toothpicks suddenly manifests itself like some sleeping elephant that suddenly rolling to its other side.

The people deepest in the valley are swallowed up by the churning debris which looks more like a sideways rolling tornado than any water wall now. Constructs of tumbling buildings and all manners of churning materials form a juggernaut of power and destruction as the front wall slams into more waiting buildings.

The crashing sound is quickly followed by a thundering roar almost like hearing an enormous lion roar with your ear right next to his mouth, the water flows past the more sturdy brick-built buildings clearly built on rock. Its cascading waters filling the streets in the center of the valley to the brim with the material, all forms of plants, soil, and cascading movement, creating a scene of almost solid movement. In the deepest center of town, the whole dark muddy gulley in the middle seems to now be sliding itself down the valley as if pushed up into a massive heap of muck dissolving as it goes under the churning waters and white frothy foam.

All the people running towards the foothills, while some seem to be pushed downstream a bit, others were close enough to the high edges or firm foundations to lift themselves out of the danger even as they realize how far they were in, or with what manner they can lift themselves out. Some even attempt to help others close to them especially the weak or young from the seemingly angry ravaging waters.

The very young seem instinctively to know how to climb trees or other structures to just get out of the reaches of the raging torrents. Some of these very young ones, on the contrary, even jumped into the more calm waters on the edges playing in their crystal blue and white sprays, satisfying weeks even years of thirst as their fear is suddenly turned for them into blessings.

As the rumbling torrent quickly passes people begin to walk out of the hidden refuges of their homes just to look with amazement at the now clear stream that has replaced the filthy sewer down the center of their town. They walk up to its edge with smiling amazement and reach down with expected hands as they cup for themselves cool fresh waters lifting it with eager anticipation to their thirsty lips.

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The clouds part and the angry sky is replaced by light beams shining down along the glistening shores of diamond sparkled drops of heavenly waters, resting softly on the fingertips of leaves, grasses, the soft edges of peoples homes, reflecting the colors only moments away from the same soft touches of their own sweet smiles.

By Peter Colla





“Dear Lord thank you for releasing the blessings that have been dammed up by the enemy, help us all to hear and heed the signs of your warnings as deliverance is turned into bliss.”

See more of this writers feeble visits to the Generals Tent, check out this other videos with Nino on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

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Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907

You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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Spiritual News Alert; “When Is It Time To Jump Into A Spiritual Battle?”

I stare into the abyss of hot burning flames, 

Ruby red like the blood of amber fire remains, 

Pulsing hot is the anger that flows through my veins, 

Boiling to the point of nothing, 

As my heart with fear weeps in vain.

Nowhere does the body burn hotter than within the blood of deceit and betrayal. As these days blend to months and then approach casually a year, the thoughts of lingering thefts and treason, our very country being stolen out from under us, descends subtly as a lump of burning coal settling within the very bones of our soul.

Men and women all over the world are awakenings daily with an exponentially increasing rate as Patriots spread the Truths of the true evil being unleashed against not only the most innocent of our children, but against all who do not bend to the dark rulers, witches, billionaires and oligarchs of these various systems that govern our existence. 

But what happens when anger builds in the hearts of men, yet finding no form of release seems possible due to a dumb-downed sense of uselessness especially when viewing how vast the grip, and evil the intent this enemy seems to have for any and all Children of the Light.

As my readers have come to witness as well as expect, my particular corner of the war I write about, as well as fight in the spirit, happens to be in health care, and specifically freeing my brother and sisters who happen to be in bondage of the healthcare system as well as the lies perpetrated both by Big-Pharma and the entire greater Healthcare industry as a whole, this especially includes the insurance industry, medical education, mass-media, as well as the political structure of traitor’s who support it knowing the truth.

Anyone who has read my writing, or heard me speak whether in private or publicly knows I have no lost love for those who rule the systems mentioned above, as a matter of fact, my contempt is for not for them particularly, even if they have lied, stolen, deceived, even killed for what they would consider self-gain, not only from me directly, but many others? No, my hatred is for the evil spirits that coerced these poor fools to the point where they would contemplate selling their souls for the thirty pieces of silver.

But the fact of the matter is when we do not express our anger, or even are forbidden to voice our malcontent, these fires build up in our blood and our bones and have the potential to reek all sorts of havoc in our own personal universes in the spirit as well as cause real physical disease in our bodies! 

Disease, is nothing more in the physical body than “Dis” “Ease,” in other words a state of being I which the ease or balance of our bodies is placed into “Dis,” or basically a chaotic state of imbalance. The word comes from one of the Roman gods of the underworld, a lesser god but one that is primarily rooted in chaos. It would seem that every word when precipitated by the prefix dis either means the opposite, or a chaotic version of the word it is associated with?

Words have power, and since Jesus, Himself said; “We will be accountable for our every word…” I would imagine that even claiming such issues or speaking them to others must also at least on some plane result in something at least more than a casual hello goodbye or even a passing smile, at least when it’s not hidden by some ridiculous witch mask?

Let us further examine the possibility that the various events perpetrated against us, or our loved ones, actually do have an effect on us ourselves especially when we are not able to loosen the fires that seem to have kindled within? So what to do?

Again when I am wondering about this or that, especially body, mind, and spirit, the spirit being of the greatest concern when dealing with spiritual attacks, as it would seem the majority of what is negative around seems to be so these days, it is at this point I go to the source and that is God? In this particular case, it didn’t take but a single moment for the exact subject to come up as I spoke with my most learned advisor Peter Laue, his response not only surprised me but after hearing it explained made perfect sense.

People, for the most part, have a tendency to stuff the emotions, thoughts, even words, as they just take the injustices of evildoers, as helpless victims take a beating from a bully. Regardless if we are talking about sicknesses, poisonings, thefts leading to poverty, lies leading to “dis”-belief, cheating, slander, torcher, murder it is all the same on an energetic basis, all part of the same Creation energy that has been thwarted to malevolence through evil intention.

My first thought was to put an eye on what it really was “A Spiritual Attack” in order to drive the darkness at least from the attack, and render the curse inert at least in the spirit, but Peter was quick to add that does little for bottled up fires in the bones and blood that results from days, months, even years of sustained attacks without justified retaliation. No, Jesus turned over the Money Changer’s tables, because He saw then the vial corruption the Bankers had already been engaged in, trying to enslave itself a large portion of society, literally in His Father’s house.

When we just take the injustice done to us, our children, our neighbors, and hold our tongues refusing to tell others of these acts, we in essence buckle under to self-censorship, a voluntary release of our freedoms of speech, basically cowl under in the fear of reprisal, and this is nothing but another word for “Fear Of Man.”

No, my dear Brothers and Sisters, we must not hold these fires within, we dare not suffer our bodies to try to bear them, especially in these times when the injustices seem so outlandishly prevalent. Spreading truths, revealing the bullies, refusing to support their companies, stop buying their products, stop laughing at their jokes, is the only way we can throw righteous water on their devilish flames, better yet come out swinging with the Sword of Light and burn these devils up yourselves.

But here again how exactly do we do that?

Well, that now is the million-dollar question. When at war there is only one thing to do when we find ourselves wondering what now, should I take this bridge or not, charge into hoard of some enemy demon troops with my Light-Saber blazing?

But here again, in war, we as frontline soldiers never attack or push forward unless we get specific orders from The Commander and Chief, the General Himself. The General makes the strategies, He decides the objectives, He has the intel, He knows what support will be where and when, He knows all the Right moves to insure victory, especially when your General is Jesus Christ Himself!

That is the answer, “You have not because you ask not” so I’m asking? When am I supposed to go into battle and how? What am I to say, how am I to say it, to whom and why we are at it; “Why don’t I just have You make Your words my words.”

God will never send you into a battle He doesn’t equip you for completely to overcome, but we better make sure He is indeed sending us into the battle?

If you go into a battle without orders from God, you go in alone, and that’s not any kind of nakedness a Soldier of Light wants to experience.

Take your fire that has been stopped up in your bones and blood, and go to God to ask Him how you can release it, when, and exactly in what direction. This is the definition of Righteous Anger!

The time has come to stop stuffing and start expressing!

We are at war, so take up your Sword, lift up your eyes to our Lord, ask your assignments, grab your shield, and start kicking ass!

By Peter Colla

Paulorpeter.com

“Dear Heavenly Father help me express that Righteous Anger You would have me do, help me Father to have the restraint to only go where You would have me go, say what You would have me say, and most importantly only go into a fight that You would specifically direct me into.”

See more of this writers spiritual therapy instructions, check out this other videos with Nino and many great guests on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

For More Information Regarding;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

posture.is.everything@gmail.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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And the newest recent release;

Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907

You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com

to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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Spiritual Awareness News; From The Pages Of Nino’s Corner and Paulorpeter.com Comes Real Spiritual Awareness Illumination To Help The Patriots on the Front Lines

The early morning message that fell into a simple writer’s lap like a spilled hot coffee drenching one’s pants as well as his early morning donut, assembled in subtle form among the casual veils that usually slowly part as dreams blend into awakening, and the infinite expanses of the Spiritual are quickly replaced by the needs and necessities of another day, “Boom” the wake me up image materializes before me, as I am quickly trying to wipe my eyes as sleep just leaves.

On this particular day the singular image I could remember before it too faded into obscurity was that of the face of one or another Hallmark Movie my mother happen to loved watching, the “whomever” the producing church that happens to sponsor this particular show and the obvious Pastor who now got to play a sort of cameo role showing up as the “All-knowing,” extremely overconfident for the situation, and even displaying, in my opinion, his smug smile, basically relating, at least to me; 

“I know something you don’t, and regardless of how dire the situation seems to be to you, the viewers, and pretty much anyone else in this movie, I’m not worried because I know I am in control of this production, this charade that is playing out before you!” 

So I spent the better part of the morning trying to get a grip and further understand my own emotions, remembering the last video from Nino and Mel K where many of the top Billionaires were casually parading around also demonstrating the same smug, overly confident, jackass licking smiles on their faces, and I remembered how this seemed to almost infuriate Nino, as I sat and laughed just wishing I could be there if he ever had a chance to wipe one of those smiles off their baby raping faces?

But more important than my own desire to see Godly Justice delved out to these criminals was the “why” and “what now’s” of the information I have come to trust as Godly downloads, and somehow relay it then on to the rest of God’s Troops in the Front Line?

That smug look? Why are they so confident, of course, they think they got their guy in, or in the case of many offices throughout the country and abroad; their people! Sure we have heard of counter-offensives, investigations into pedophilia, proof the election was rigged and stolen, even proof that the whole COVID bullshit and everything around it may have been a complete farce, but by the looks on their face they wouldn’t seem to give a rats ass?

What do they know that we don’t, or at least what do they think they know?

As with all of my writings, and even before this my paintings from years ago often the complete picture wouldn’t unfold until at least the majority of the background, main subject identification, and even a good part of the implementation of the work had to be set to the canvas before the complete picture could start to grow out of the garden of colors before me, as so was it in this case.

Images of the past, set far back in the background of this Landscape, brought my mind back well before the “Scamdemic” and the subsequent lockdown that followed. I could clearly remember months before anything even remotely began to surface regarding COVID, masks, vaccines, Dr. Rat-Face Fauci, or the great toilet paper shortage, people were already being told in the healthcare treatment arena that they should remain home, many out clinic services were already being canceled, and insurance companies casually started to dramatically reduce services as if in anticipation of an eminent drama?

My readers don’t have to go far back to clearly see what I believe and despise about insurance companies (If you would like to read my more in-depth reasons why, check out “Insurance or Spiritual Enslavement” paulorpeter.com Feb. 24, 2014), but they are not the only one’s who seemed to clearly benefit from the lockdown or COVID scam? Before we jump to the next subject line I am sure I would have one or more readers ask me; how could the insurance companies possibly profit from a pandemic, don’t they have to pay the claims of all patients who get the disease?

Well, here you go, what does it matter anyway, my reputation with them was already fucked long ago, now almost twelve years when I decided to put God back into the health care treatment process, I might as well just tell the truth regardless if they like it or not!

The insurance companies prior to COVID paid out in benefits nearly a billion dollars a day in payments for services for people, of course since they have purchased the majority of the health care providing companies, a vast number of primary care doctors, plus pretty much all of the hospitals why would they care anyway, they just pay themselves! Plus they are part of the same shell game switch artists that make the money in the first place so who cares, the majority of that billion a day was silenced when everyone suddenly had to stay home and even doctors were ordered to now treat remotely? 

So what exactly prompted them to pay doctors at least ten times more for each COVID diagnosis, paying instead of a standard 2-3K they were paying the doctors (notice the little “d” these traitors don’t deserve the title) exaggerating it up to 30K for every COVID diagnosis? Obviously, they have something to gain by pushing the whole COVID scam? I understand the hospitals going along with it, they are owned by the insurance companies anyway, but the doctors merely for pay? 

Makes sense the Big Pharma would want it too, people can’t get out for treatments, locked up at home, pill sales goes through the roof, but does it really, people couldn’t even get their prescriptions renewed because they couldn’t reach the doctors? So again, is it just the hope of a lucrative vaccine contract down the line that prompts Big Pharma to not only play along but actually push it at every turn?

And that doesn’t begin to explain the educational system, mass media, movie industry, all the big chain stores, all the big companies whose net worths seemed to sore during the lockdown and since! Even the meatpacking industry all seem to be right in line first to proclaim the utter necessity for lockdowns, masks, social distancing not only in this country but suddenly all around the world. I may be slow, but it doesn’t take a “Nostradomis” to see something fishy when one hears even Syria ordered a cease-fire and return to home of all fighters because of the COVID? Are you friggen kidding me; the so-called terrorists are concerned about catching a cold or flu virus, who cares how many innocent men, women, and children get killed by bullets, bombs, and mines, but oh no, can’t spread the COVID heaven forbid, better stop fighting until the threat is over!

What do all these big companies, rich CEO’s, corrupt world leaders, in various leadership positions of every industry we know all have to gain, and it can’t be profits, because some, many especially like the movie or sports industry has nothing to gain from shutting down its venues? No, the only thing that makes sense is their desire to keep the “System” they seem to have put in place, and they obviously lead, each from their own corner of the pie, actually in place!

Even the Trillions of dollars given out supposedly as stimulus for the people, I can tell you from my own perspective everybody that I know that was engaged in battles for the Light Side got the minimal if not a Big Goose egg of all that PPP money or economic relief. Sure the bank and the government officials that were in charge of dispersing, but gave the majority to their friends or causes that filtered it right back to their evil coffers. But why do they even bother to disperse it at all and not just steal it all for themselves, like they have done every other time before?

And like every other image I have ever had placed into my autistic, did I say autistic I meant artist’s head, the image stops suddenly casually waiting for me then to put it to pen before more images appear, meanings or translations then might follow. Usually, this is precipitated with me hurrying to write because often I procrastinate then the next thing I hear is what I have so endearingly come to know as my Loving Father adds; “Come on right it down dummy so I can give you the rest!”

Suddenly there is an image developing right before my eyes, stuck in my head to the point I can’t shake it even with a couple of cups of coffee; pre-war Germany 1938 or so, and the Jewish people confused, slowly yet methodically being harassed, impoverished, isolated, vilified, marked and tormented not only economically but even in the basic removal of their very rights as free citizens, and then finally marched off systematically to be worked to death, used in human experiments, degraded, humiliated, and forced to endure the “frog-in-the-slow-boil” black widow like life being sucked out of you until any resemblance of a life they once knew has faded forever in the past and the only dignity left is to jump themselves into the oven!

Then it came to me; that’s why the smug faces, they would have the exact thing for us! Not everyone in the world, certainly not for their own, but if there are any crumbs to be tossed to the peasant’s then they will certainly make sure the crumbs go at least in most minimal proportions to the “Sheeple’s” on their team, or in their own systems they happen to have been given temporary command over.

But this, like every other form of attack, directed at the Children of God, especially against the Front Line Patriots in God’s Army, you and I and all the receivers and speakers of Truth, we know that when we realize what is really going on, we make it “Real” in the “Eyes” of our own universes, the Light goes one and the curse of the Dark Stank must flee! Any power these curses may have had behind them before suddenly and explosively evaporates from the scene leaving those smiling Jackal’s sitting there in their own shit-stained pants as they now realize themselves people like you, and I, and Nino, and Mel, and President Trump, and JFK Jr., and the whole US Army is coming for them, and while we may only be carrying pitchforks and torches, there is a whole lot of us and only a few of them!  

Jesus Himself said; “Take it with Joy when they persecute you, for they persecuted Me first.” “Everything given up for God, whether stolen, sacrificed, or lost in service of God will be returned a hundred time again in this life and the next.”

Don’t worry Nino if you and I see the smug looks on their pusses, so does God!

Light Force turn on the Lights of truth and let’s kick some Dark Stank Ass!

By Peter Colla

See more of this writers spiritual therapy instructions, check out this other videos with Nino, Mel K, and many great guests on Ninoscorner.TV and YTube;

For more writings demonstrating real life applications and stories of health and healing using Mind, Body, and Spiritual techniques as instructed in the Word of God try;

For More Information Regarding;

Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake”

Available in paperback on Amazon or write us direct to order a signed copy;

posture.is.everything@gmail.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1790577403

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And the newest recent release;

Quantum Ascension

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Bringing the spiritual aspects of healing into understandable quantum realization applying it to the Ascension process of today;

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1795563907





You can also write me directly at posture.is.everything@gmail.com

to purchase a signed copy of either book directly from us, or any other questions regarding spiritual based therapies and healing.

Bless You

Peter and Anna

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You can contact us directly to find out how to partner in the spreading of Healing Truths either directly one-on-one, groups, or through the written word. Our contact information is provided in the “Contact Us” tab above and we are currently raising support to open Mind, Body and Spiritual Based Office to consult and treat as well as train anyone who wishes to learn these Truths.

You can Partner with us in support of our fund for our ongoing treatment of others that we provide free of charge, as need be, in our soon to be open future clinic at Go Fund Me Link;     

https://gofund.me/9de395a2

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