What Is Taking So Long For The Great Reveal?

Posted on January 29, 2021 by paulorpeter

Why are they taking so long to come forward with the evidence, sealed indictments, or revealing of confessions?

There is a great deal of speculation these days regarding the revelations of truths that have been revealed recently throughout the internet, via various social media, behind the scenes researchers, whistleblowers, and even believable accounts from people who have survived these horrendous crimes perpetrated against the most innocent of society, our smallest of children. Yet with all of this, the big day of revelation seems to just linger along?

The common belief is if all of these truths, revelations, and published accounts are all conspiracy theories or speculations, even when evidence is right in front of us, why do the politicians, main-stream media, and social media sites work so hard to hide the information, shut it up, or even risk social and financial ruination censoring them? Is it perhaps because the truth is Truth, and these lying puppets really are either in the pockets of the perpetrators, or participators of the guilt themselves and thus cannot help themselves but must follow the path they have found themselves wallowing on. Again all the more reason to spill the beans!

But there is one main factor people would not consider who have never known a Cabalist or someone who resides in that swamp. These rich old bastards hate and distrust their friends even more than they hate the rest of us, for one reason alone, because they all really know how weak and pathetic they really are without their money or power. So the basic “why” they are able to neutralize this fear they have for each other and themselves, is the same reason why they are not constantly in fear of getting caught, and it also happens to be the same reason why the “Good Guys” have to go slow…

“The Dead Man Switch”

All these rich guys are the same, if anything happens to them, they spill the beans on everyone else, and the whole kitten kaboodle goes down. Now for some, that means exposing their friends, for others it’s evidence of wrongdoing, reporting where the dead bodies are buried. For people who lust after fame, it usually involves shaming others, for men of money it means bringing others, even the system to poverty. I don’t know about you, but as far as I’m concerned all the more reason to grab them.

But what about men or women of power?

Ya, the problem is these guys, if you try to take one of them down, the guys who want to control everything, everyone, the whole planet? The problem with the ultra greedy, ultra-rich, these who not only believe they own everything but by some kind of birthright, they believe they are entitled to it? 

The problem with this group is “If they can’t have it, nobody can!”

If they can’t have it they would rather kill them all, “Burn them all,” tear down the cities, buildings, the whole system, burn the whole farm, poison the whole congregation, rather than conceive others will have it. If they can’t win, nobody does!

That’s the Dead Man Switch, it is something that is designed to take out the whole world they believe they have created. Just talk to them, I have, they believe everything in their life is a product of their work, even when they have already admitted they stole it. They would rather destroy it than lose it. Doesn’t matter if we are talking about family, lands, children, none of it matters, they only care about power.

So how do you beat them, doing exactly what our President is doing, slowly, methodically, take them out one by one, by surprise, head first, then pluck out the vitals, until you have enough to take the rest of the workers? But you have to make sure you identify and disarm all the Dead Man Switches, pull the plug on the power, identify all the brainless idiots on the payroll, otherwise, you will have plenty of innocent casualties. It is the only way that makes sense, it is the only way to assure you have the least casualties. 

Our President is a genius, the team behind him are also geniuses, but more than this they are all Godly men and women of Honor. Honor used to mean something, people had a code, a sort of noble knighthood, they would do anything, even risk their own life, to save others, the innocent, the weak. 

I recently heard one of my friends say; “We are in an end-times war, innocents die in war, it is the way it has always been.” I don’t think I agree with that, innocents don’t have to die, plus the majority of the wars to date were all sponsored on both sides, by these same evil Cabalists, so no; innocents must be protected! 

Men and women of true honor will do anything they can, suffer any indignation, apparent defeat, or insult if they feel there is a road to victory that will include not only saving the rest of the victims that may still be captive but also spare innocent unnecessary lives. I know no good father or mother, for that matter, who wouldn’t gladly step in front of an attacker to protect their children, as a matter of fact, the good mothers and fathers I know would step in front of an attacker to protect any child even a stranger.

The Patriots who risk their lives to save others regardless of thanks, pay or praise, and are the True Knights of today! I am proud of them, I am behind them, regardless of how inconvenient it may seem for me to wait for the reveal.

Hang in there President Trump, hold the path brave men and women of Q, the whole Patriot team, and don’t give up all you brave soldiers who are on the front lines, your good citizens at the home trust you, believe in you and are praying for you.

God’s speed.

By Peter Colla

“Dear Lord send your Angels to help our illustrious President Trump and his team as they continue to work to brings down the forces of evil that are attempting to enslave and destroy the lives of your children all over the world. Open up the eyes of all of the peoples of the world to see the truth, and let them have ears to hear the cries of those suffering. In Jesus’ name, I pray.”

Thank you to all the internet warriors who risk their lives to bring us the truths; Juan O’ Savin, Charlie Ward, Charlie Freek, Santa Surfing, Mel K, Geen Decode, Cristen W, Michael Jaco, and Simon Parks, as well as so many others. May God bless and protect you all.

If you are interested in a free download of my most recent book Quantum Ascension available on Amazon you can find it at our website. 

http://www.gems-of-health-and-wellness.com 

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Black Horse Appeared? Angels In The Skies!

Posted on January 28, 2021 by paulorpeter

I try not to get too much into the political arena with my blog and other publications, reserving my writings primarily to the relationship of needing to apply Godly truths to health, healing, or the caregiving in the healing process. Being a health care provider for now over thirty-five years, I have seen the steady degradation of health care from one of a Natural, believing in God for healing, towards a control-based, Pharma driven, insurance or Cabal induced cage, that has pressed both my wife and me to seek more God based alternatives, write about these findings, and then spread the information any way we can in our limited environment.

But after witnessing a clear sign in the heavens yesterday, today I felt it imperative to report at least what we have seen for others to see as well. 

I believe the Black Horse as reported in Revelations 6:5-6 has appeared. 

This image above was taken from a report by MrMBB333 in his youtube post “Over 200K w/o POWER as 2000 mile long Sky River SOARS into West Coast” while it played. 

In particular, at the 55-second mark of the post, he reports a sunspot that is coming around and facing our Earth as we speak. As I watch I am seeing A BLACK HORSE shape form and clearly being demonstrated on the face of the sun. 

I nearly fell off the couch, I showed it to my wife and she said the same thing “It looks like a black horse even has what looks like the saddle straps on its back. 

Without getting too much into the Biblical interpretation of the passages, of which I by the way am not worthy in any way to call myself a biblical scholar, I merely wish to pass on what it speaks to me. 

Revelations 6:5-6 “When He broke the third seal, I heard the living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse: and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; but do not damage the oil and the wine.” 

My wife and I both believe everything we have heard about the recent election fraud, and the inevitable need for President Trump to declare Marshal Law in order to clear out the Satanist who wish to control and rule our world, putting an end to this worldwide child trafficking and mass eugenics agenda once and for all. I believe that this represents a scale of justice movement worldwide and this is happening now. 

We like many other followers, research for our self truths, and put the pieces together as we try to ascend along this wonderful journey we call our life in this seeming End Times Biblical world. Too many signs to be coincidence suddenly become Godly absolutes, this seems clear especially these days. Many people report these findings but we are responsible to observe them and then pass them on to others who are willing to see them.

Last night, as often is our ritual before going to bed, we went out into our garden looking up to the stars asking God for a sign that we are not just crazy with what we see going on. A full moon presented a particularly beautiful image of an enormous aurora quite unusual even as auroras go. So I took a picture and was amazed to see what looked like an angel appear on the horizon. What was interesting was to the naked eye there was nothing but clear sky visible? 

I went on to take other pictures in various other directions, which were also clear skies to me, although my wife commented about seeing the angelic images with her naked eyes, again Angel images appeared. 

The Angel looked like it was spreading its wings literally across the sky, the body which can be seen in the image appeared to me as normal dark skies with only a few stars, with only the faintest of wisps of dark shadows in the sky to demonstrate something was there? Yet Anna said she could clearly see the images, they even appeared hooded like a dove with wings. 

 

When I looked at the only clear clouds in the sky, a single row of clouds in the western sky it really didn’t look like much to the naked eye, yet when photographed my wife Anna immediately was astonished to comment “It looks like a whole advancing line Army of Angels like in some kind of military advance or attack.” 

Today my wife was amazed to realize that people all over the country seem to be posting pictures of Angels in the sky. This is highly unusual and seems to confirm what we saw.

I believe we are in the middle of the event spoken of in Revelation, and the scales spoken of refers to Scales of Justice that are coming as we speak for the perpetrators of these evils around our globe. The Cabal, the Deep State, the Illuminati, call them what you will, would control, mark, enslave, and even eliminate a large portion of the rest of us in their greed to capture this world that God has given each of the rest of us. But more importantly than this, I believe that justice is coming for those who have participated in the abduction, torture, and killing of innocent children, women, and even men for Satanic ritualistic purposes. 

Anyone who has participated, profited from, or has been a part of the organization needed to perpetrate such horrendous acts as those revealed and reported recently against children, are guilty of crimes against humanity itself and deserve any fate that justice dictates.

God, Himself also said; “It would be better that millstone was placed around your neck and you would be thrown into the abyss, then to hurt one of these little ones.” 

Our littlest children are the purest of creation, and anyone who would harm them or participate in the inflicting of harm, drink their tormented blood, or consume their flesh, by such an act, I believe, step away from the very essence of humanity itself. They cease to be human any longer, in essence, sell their souls to satan. 

I do not claim to be any kind of Biblical scholar other than reading it for myself and trying to interpret it as best as I can, based on my own experiences, and what feel is right in my own heart. That being said when Jesus says “all sins are forgiven except those against the Holy Spirit” in my own heart I believe He may be speaking of “A Holy Spirit” such as resides in a child? I may be wrong but what is Holier than the spirit of a young child?

By Peter and Anna Colla

“Dear Lord, help us in this End-Times war, give us sight to see, and ears to hear your Words as they express themselves all around us. Help us all Ascend into Your heavenly awareness as we become one with you. Help our brave President Trump, your Angels, and the many men and women fighting the good fight as they further bring your righteous judgment onto those who perpetrate such evils against us.”

 

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The Descended

Posted on January 15, 2021 by paulorpeter

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 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 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 and 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?

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 radiate 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. The majority of them screaming and crying in resistance as they are drug 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, 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.

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. 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. 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 audiences 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 witches 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 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 is 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,

taking too long, only interested in eating they find?

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.

 

By Peter Colla

“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.”

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The Bricklayer

Posted on January 14, 2021 by paulorpeter

I had an image appear in the early morning whispers that awaken from the dreams of my mind. One of a bricklayer sitting on a small stool and laying bricks along a cobblestone road in some remote village street perhaps in the European countryside of some not so distant land or past. He is casually sitting on the simplest of wooden stools humming to himself and smiling at the passers-by. He hardly seems to be concentrating on the rapid motions of both of his hands as he places brick after brick into their perfect place, repeatedly, and I may add, meticulously forming patterns in the road in such perfectly flat and uniform manner it seems like it could only be done by some sophisticated machine.

He speedily moves up the path scooting his wooden stool over the now recently finished part of the road he had just completed, moving the stool so often it appears that he hardly sits for a few seconds and then he has to hop the stool again a few feet further. Other workers are all around him, some in front of him preparing the sand, raking and smoothing the section he is moving towards, others bringing and stacking bricks in front of his hands. All of these men move in almost frenzied worry trying to stay ahead of the bricklayer as he just smiles and continues. These men and their nervousness to prepare the path sufficiently with adequate speed to keep just ahead of the bricklayer do nothing to diminish his mood as the casual smile or occasional greeting to a passer-by, always remaining at what seems to be the most peaceful casualness. He continues to move up the road at what seems an almost impossible pace.

So many bricks are being placed so fast his hands are almost a blur as he places one with his right hand, then another with his left; back and forth while he only sways with the most insignificant motion, like the gentle sway of a tree in the afternoon breeze. Less experienced younger men are straining, hurrying to dump wheelbarrows full of bricks right next to and in the path of each of his hands so all the bricklayer needs to do is reach out and take the next brick needing to be placed. The motion involved, and all around the bricklayer seems to suggest that he is delivering exactly what he needs to do in the task he has been given, doing it is a way that is exceedingly appreciated.

Even his boss who watches from a casual distance has a smile of satisfaction watching him, a clear pride for having such a valued worker on his team. For why would the boss of the road construction company give this bricklayer so many helpers if he didn’t think the man was valuable? Other bricklayers at other places along the road seem to be moving much slower and have to go get their own bricks or only have one or two persons helping them.

I think I know this man of my dream, like someone out of my past life’s experience, perhaps a friend I knew years ago, long before I began doing the work I am doing today. When I think of the man of my own memory, in any context, I always see him in my mind with a smile on his face, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, even while running or playing sport. His full-bearded face embracing the smile that seems to always be on his lips, that and the obvious fortitude, his back clearly demonstrating muscular strength only usually seen on the most accomplished power-lifters, yet I know he probably never lifted a single barbell in his life or spent even a minute in the gym. He didn’t need to, he lifted two-pound bricks at least a hundred times a minute all day, every day, his whole adult life.

If someone was to ask me what the bricklayer looks like, I might describe long blond hair, stocky looking like a cross between a short, smoking, bricklaying version of Thor, and maybe what Santa Claus might have looked like when he was in his late twenties? That and the fact he was wearing wooden shoes to his workplace did seem to make him look more like a village farmer in Eastern Europe than anyone a person might expect to see in their normal life today.

Not everybody needed to use the roads he worked on, but for the people who did happen to use these roads, they seemed to be cleaner roads, good roads, roads that were designed to bring destination and protection from the surrounding irregularities of the forests of the countryside and weed lined road edges. These forests that were just a short distance from the road, they are thick growth, touching the autumn skies, giving the layered green canopy a mysterious dark undertone, not frightening, just a tint of unknowing that leaves people with calm reassurance, they receive at least a feeling granted them by walking on the road, the safety of not having to venture forward through the darker unknown forest.  

The many people who passed by the bricklayer greet him, and if they didn’t first, he greeted them, that was when they lifted their heads for a moment from the road to look up at him as they walked by or when he greeted them. Everyone he met he seemed to like and they seemed to like him. The many that even smiled back with a greeting often bordered on genuine appreciation when they came to the place where he was working. For he was a skilled bricklayer, a seasoned road worker, and it has always been an honorable job with what seemed a noble cause; helping the many people who would come by. Maybe not directly helping them, but indirectly for through his obvious talents, the road seemed so smooth and perfectly created? Plus, it was because of his efforts they could travel down this particular part of the road he was working on. Smiles of appreciation for the work he did maintaining the road, laying the bricks on the road they needed to use.

He was not always so good at what he did, it was a skill he had to learn, but his own God-given talents allowed him to hone the skill into something that others seemed to see as truly mystical, almost artistic, even at times miraculous. Yet, he was the first to remind them; “He was only a bricklayer, he just happens to be given some unique skills by God that allowed him to move in a way that a bit faster than most.”

The basic education of bricklaying was taught to all of them the same way, and in that, his own early development which was not much different than any of the other workers around him, everyone learns the same methods, works along the same way, does the same job. But it was not long, perhaps only a single year before he and everyone else around him began to see the talent that laid in wait within, and he became quite fast and methodical at what he did, so much so, even getting a bit of a reputation for being one of the best bricklayers in the region. Maybe this is why his own body took on an image of the sort of strength mimicking the intended security and stability the road was purposed to perform. For let’s not forget, it was a road that brought the people where they thought not only they wanted to go, but needed to go in this junction of their life, in this corner of their soul, was it not? The bricks were merely the individual stepping stones along with a much more complex and calculated system of transportation.

Maybe it was this added strength, the abilities that seemed to come naturally, maybe it was his desire not to just stare down at the ground, or look around at not only the people that came by but anything; the trees, the birds, the children, that prompted him to look at everyone who passed by while also smiling and even enjoying the gifts of each day? An inquisitive spirit to observe rather than just stare at the ground and place brick after brick into its intended spot?

On this particular day, he was working, he suddenly heard a faint cry in the weeds along the road, realizing there must be a poor unfortunate laying crying, maybe even dying in the high grasses of the ditch next to the road? While others kept busy or just kept meandering down the road, his attention was fixed on the sound coming from the ditch. Other workers made gestures with their faces, some demonstrating that they seemed to know of the sad sound, but kept at their road work, all walking by, most never even bothering to as much as turn their heads to even glanced this poor soul’s way. Some, many of which were co-workers of his own group, would venture the person in the ditch a quick glance, but quickly return their attention back to the task of the road, for nobody would help this person in the ditch. He decided to take a break and step off the road and look at what was going on. 

He reached down and pulled the poor person out of the muck, brushed off the dirt, and lifted him back up to his feet, it was quite easy for a man with such strength. To the bricklayer’s amazement, the injured person felt immediately relieved and went his way without even needing to get back on the road. Dashing into the forest with hardly a glance back, a thank you, or even a casual goodbye. Many of his co-workers saw the interaction and stood there in amazement at what transpired, all of them “dumbfounded,” even as much as he himself seemed to be. Were we all really “Founded So Dumb” the bricklayer thought to himself with a chuckle?

Suddenly while even still standing in the muck, our good bricklayer noticed another up along the road who also had fallen also into the muck, in the overgrown gulley that he hardly ever noticed was even along the edge next to the road. A great deal many people lying there, most face down struggling to even draw breath, many trying to push themselves with weak arms out of wet mud, or kicking in a slippery black tar-like stench trying to crawl out, all were in pain, all were crying and suffering. But also, he saw from this vantage point, the most subtle irregularities that were in the road, what seemed like the many slight flaws that were there, especially along the edge that may have caused these poor people to stumble and then fall into the ditch in the first place?

His first thoughts were to help some more of these poor people up ahead who had fallen, but there seemed to be so many, and with each step forward more and more came into his awareness as he looked up along the edge of the road. A few even tumbled into the ditch even in the place he just exited another. In front and behind him the gulley hidden in the weeds along the road stretched before him like some dark sewer hidden in the recesses of a weed-infested swamp.

The first few he came to, he tried to help them in the same way he had helped the first one. Some of these individuals would get up and walk away happy, content in the same way the first guy did. Many others would quickly climb back onto the road and continue down the same path often with hardly a glance back. A few of the people who did get back on the road, he noticed, would immediately hit another flaw in the road and tumble right back into the ditch again. There were a very few who even refused his help altogether, demanding he leaves them alone, even pushing his hands away from any help he might offer, only wishing to lie in the ditch, to cry and suffer. It became immediately obvious that many of these particular few seemed to be in the ditch by their own choosing, not wishing to leave, seemingly feeling a liking to the attention they received from their aching cries or complaints. They complained about being covered in mud while taking the same black filth and wiping it on themselves?

After a while of attending to the first people he helped out of the ditch, he went back to his bricklaying job but also started to fix a few of the flaws he had witnessed in his direct vicinity, and at the end of his shift reported back to his boss about what he found. The first reaction of the boss was positive, but quickly changed, and soon it became evident, if not directly, but eventually in writing; “That he wasn’t getting paid to help people out of the ditch, he was getting paid to lay bricks, at least to concern himself with the people using the road, and that’s all.”

But how could he ignore all the people in the ditch, in his heart, he couldn’t just leave them there, so he helped them anyway, explaining each in their turn how to avoid the flaws the road seemed to have. It became evident to everyone, including the boss, if he spent so much time helping the people out of the ditch, he couldn’t lay as many bricks as efficiently as before, at first his pay suffered, but soon he was called back again into the office with the boss.

The boss expressed concern he wasn’t working as efficiently as he had been before, it seemed the result was there were fewer people needing to use the road as often? But the bricklayer explained, while that may be true, his primary work was helping the people on the road, wasn’t that why he was there in the first place? Plus, he was still able to lay more bricks than his colleagues, he was, in truth, laying a much more positive road now without the flaws, safer for the people to continue down without as much risk to fall along the way. Fewer people falling off the road, meant a better road, and ultimately a better reputation for the boss and the company? Perhaps this may ultimately lead to more people wishing to use their road?

One thing was for sure, this explained why everyone who used the road seemed to stare at the ground, maybe it was perhaps they sensed the flaws or at least were fearful of them, either way, the flaws seemed everywhere, in the middle, in the beginning, at every turn, but especially along the edges. Maybe that is why everyone who used the road seemed depressed, their eyes were being digressively focused into the ground!

Before the conversation was over, as an added bonus, the bricklayer presented the boss with a written report of the various flaws he found in the road, a quick note of the few he had already helped, even a few letters from some of them, along with simple techniques and cost-effective changes that could eliminate the flaws forever throughout the company so others would not fall into the ditch. The boss thanked him for the list, then fired him on the spot and told him if he said anything about what was said regarding his time working on the road, any of the people he helped in the ditches or the flaws, he would sue him and do everything in his power to ruin or destroy the bricklayer as well as his family. The boss threw his papers in the trash and said with a smirk; “If you don’t like it take me to court.”

The bricklayer went to work for other companies, for he was a bricklayer, and he needed to feed his family. But he quickly found many of the same flaws and likewise people in the ditches along the roads, some with terrible issues, sicknesses even cancers often caused by again the faults or the black tar-like toxins of the road. How could he ignore them, especially the crying pleas of the suffering children? All of them he helped, he even begged not to tell anyone, especially the bosses, of the help they received, because he knew it would mean his job, but they always seemed too, or someone standing off to the side would see and report him, and of course, within moments of these reports, he would find himself sacked again? He lost job after job, position after position, and even found out one day his original boss was calling ahead and slandering the bricklayer with lies to convince the new bosses to fire him immediately.

He then decided he wouldn’t work for a company unless they had a policy in place to help the people in the ditches and or correct the flaws in the roads. In some cases, he was even specifically hired by the owners of these companies to eliminate the very flaws that they themselves had already realized existed. But here again, the minute he either helped someone out of a ditch, even sometimes through instructing other co-workers how they might or actively fixed any flaws themselves, even a single brick, a sort of attack dog; an almost Rottweiler looking person showed its vicious teeth and eliminated him with a hateful smile. Usually, this one appeared in the form of a supervisor, or assistant executive of the company, one would rise up and command him first to stop helping others, later slander and ultimately try to destroy him as well. One or more of these Rottweiler looking individuals even went so far as to dismantle entire companies and destroy departments of major multi-state organizations rather than let any of the road fixing processes take hold. They seemed willing to cut their own throats rather than let any procedure take hold that could help the roads become better.

All the major and most of the successful companies quickly began to ignore his pleas, the smaller ones didn’t seem to dare to contemplate such a seemingly radical thought or willing to go against the wishes of his first boss. When it came to even admit the flaws were there, even though many of the larger companies, frankly the entire industry, reluctantly did admit it already existed. Many of the bosses and other bricklayers for that matter were reluctant to use the roads themselves, knowing in their hearts the flaws that existed.

Soon they even turned away from his offer for service in any way, not being interested in his bricklaying skills at any price, often telling him he was overqualified to lay the bricks and they needed a younger person, someone in their words; “They could mold into the model and beliefs of their company!” It became evident to the bricklayer that the big bosses not only wanted but may have intentionally designed the roads to cause people to fall into the ditches in the first place, seemingly wanting the people to lie in the ditch and suffer. Those poor souls became, as it were, prisoners of the road! Somebody did design the flaws and dug those ditches that were along the road, didn’t they?

Quickly and finally the bricklayer realized the only way he could have any hope of really helping anyone avoid the traps that seemed to be lurking in the ditches along the roads, was to start his own road making company. No need to have a ditch if the people didn’t fall off the road, and if the flaws were gone, no stumbling, people could look up when they used his road, faithful that no flaws were there. But here too, all the contracts for the roads were being sponsored by the big contracting companies, any payments for the bricklaying needed to go through them, and they would not pay him unless he held to the strict designs of the roads; they wanted their constructs to include everything they expected from the other companies which clearly included the ditches and especially flaws.

The bricklayer went on and started just helping the people out of the ditches, preparing the roads where he could, often on his own or even in secret. And while the many people in the ditches were pleasantly thankful for what he did for each of them individually, nobody ever offered him any supportive thanks for his help, not even a bite to eat or a drink of a cup to help feed his children. They all seemed to look at him with confused looks; “doesn’t or shouldn’t your boss pay you to help us since we all fell while using the road, are you not a bricklayer, isn’t it your job to fix the road?”

The big bosses seemed to not pay him any attention anymore, yet they did actually the opposite and paid close attention to his every move, secretly scheming and coordinating slander all around him, attempting to destroy him and his family any chance they had, remaining true on their promise; “To destroy him and his family if the bricklayer didn’t do exactly what they said.” Without putting his finger on exactly what or when the bricklayer himself seemed to have increasingly bad financial luck and suffer setbacks all around. People stealing from him, even the little he had, doors closing for no apparent reason, promises made for business or help, and then suddenly nothing as these good people just vanished. It was as if a carpet would be placed under him to give him hope and then suddenly be yanked out from under him for no other reason than to watch him fall.

The old boss kept making up reasons to pull him into court, all along laughing because he didn’t care win or lose, breaking the bricklayer was his goal. Could it be possible the big bosses are trying to destroy his family like some jealous beast only wanting to take that few peddles, his meager garden of land, that single blooming flower, or some precious lamb he happens to have, just because they happen to want it, rather than use one of the many they had, or rather than looking at the vast forest they possess, the great abundances they have their own yards? It didn’t make sense.

One day as he worked secretly fixing the ditches along the road a great leader of the land came by, a truly good man who not only loved the land and its people in word and promise but expressed it in every thought and deed he performed. He had been gone for a while and now it was time for him to return. He spots the bricklayer digging along the ditches, sweating hot in the sun, straining on the shovel, dirty, worn, and tired. “When did you become a ditch digger?” the great man asks as he looks on to the bricklayer leaning tired and heavy against the shovel?

“I’m not a ditch digger, I pulled a person out of this ditch and now I’m repairing the land here because these ditches catch people in the muck and mire.” “Maybe if I fix a little of the land here, get rid of the mud, when the people fall in they won’t get so stuck?” “That’s my thought, anyway?”

“Does it work?” the rich man says.

“I don’t know I just got started.”

“Who’s paying you to do that?” the man asks with a confused look on his face.

“Nobody, as a matter of fact, if the people who make the roads knew I was doing it they would probably call the police to stop me.”

“Well, I’m not trying to stop you, but I have come here to try to help you.” “I’m giving you some solid gold bricks so you can go build a road the right way, one that will get people to their destinations without fear or flaws, so they don’t have to look down while they walk but can venture down this path with their heads held high and see all the wonders God has given each of them on every glorious day of their journey.”

“I tried that before,” the bricklayer said, “but my old boss and his powerful friends shut me down like a spider with a great web, every turn I make, try to destroy my very family, I fear for them.”

“Yes, I know,” the Good and powerful leader says, “but you need not worry about your old boss, I am very aware of what he has done. For that man thinks this is his land, and he can do what he wants, but it is My land, and I will deal with him directly.”

“Why are you doing this?” the bricklayer asks, almost not hardly believing what he was hearing?

“Two reasons; one, because the very first person you helped out of the ditch, I don’t know if you remember, but it was me.” The man says with a smile that doesn’t border on any pride but mere fact as if the bricklayer should have realized it all along.

“I do remember the first person and while it was a while ago, I don’t remember him looking like you, but again it was a while ago,” the bricklayer says with a little confusion.

“When you do it for any of my subjects, especially the least of these, you do it for me.” “For, I am the King of these lands.”

“But the second reason I am giving you these golden bricks is simple; because you are a bricklayer.” He smiled and reached into his coat and pulled out the first solid gold brick. Handed it to the bricklayer and took the shovel from the bricklayer’s hands and turned to walk away.

“Wait, what road and where do you want me to lay this brick?”

The King turned back and with the sweetest most loving smile a good Father ever gave his son as he said; “I will let you know.”

…

Many people ask me why I don’t open back up my own medical office, or just go back to working on patients, especially considering I have seen so many people healed in such miraculous ways. And they always wonder why I don’t just bill the insurance companies for the care I give people?

But the answer like the dream is simple; I am the bricklayer, and the care had literally become as laying bricks, the flaw and the traps are in the road and the organizations that profit from their participation. Try as I might, I couldn’t get the bosses to agree to change the flaws in the road, and when I fixed them anyway, I was cast aside, on more than a dozen occasions. I am persecuted even today.

The threats are real, the attacks are as well, and while I do not mention names, or companies, or even industries, it is not to protect the innocent but to protect the identities of my loved ones and the people who happen to experience freedom from this tyranny. For the system has created a temple or in this case, a road, where people may come and travel down, intending to experience healing, but all they receive is deceit, suffering, and imprisonment. Despair and Hopelessness; these seem to be the promptings this road propagates and certainly the ditches the people find themselves in.

By Peter Colla

Revised from earlier writing A Bricklayer’s Dream

“Dear Lord thank you for the many souls you have so graciously placed in my path, allowing me to help, granting me the privilege to assist in their healing and thereby heal myself.”

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Q

Posted on January 10, 2021 by paulorpeter

The caterpillar ascends and as he climbs realizes that the dangers that plagued him below are disappearing from not only view but from concern, there is an air surrounding him that something wonderful is about to happen. In his now more recurring dreams, she flies and with it, a realization that fears once believed are no longer a danger in the world this freedom perpetuates. He ascends, and yes she does become an increasing target for the creatures of Heavenliness, they see him but since she doesn’t yet have eyes, he can only sense them when they are close to touching him. A balance of revelation occurs, the peacefulness and nurturing, on one hand, balances with the desire to fight against the dark forces that would set to destroy everything she holds true and love in the world below. 

There is more of a concern and an almost increasing love to go back down and help others who remained seemingly unaware of the revelations visible from above, perhaps help them lift their own heads from the dust or encourage them to themselves step up for the long climb up into the heavens. 

This is quite an illumination of its own and since the caterpillar has no eyes there is no possible explanation how she can know the truths being revealed to him, leaving only one the truths to come from God. Be it as it may, the higher he ascends the more truths seem to be understood, images and hidden pieces of a puzzle, secrets revealed that have only tickled the hairs on the back of her neck when he still dwelled in the dust and grasses of the earth’s ground. 

God in his grace grants to our caterpillar a time of protection, encircling around him a protective shell, a cocoon of strength, as its body has time to activate and grow into the marvelous winged masterpiece of perfected majesty, she is granted a safe and warm high place in the trees basking in the sunlight of another perfectly dawned day. The realization of everything below sounding like the echoing rumblings of the night thunders, fall away as the Ascent produces a yin and yang spinning of the senses. At first, these physiological activations create an almost dizzy sensation as her body copes with rapid changes God’s light seems already to have magnified. What does this period of dreams, physical change, and literally a soul change resemble when one not only doesn’t have the eyes yet to see it, but has no experiences in the physical below to draw perspective from, one can only imagine, yet imaginations explode and dreams materialize as realizations of heightened clarity presses our little caterpillar until the destination is achieved and metamorphosis begins, continues, and is complete? 

Two thousand years ago our society as a whole experienced a manifested descending of sorts whereby God Himself came to earth with a single purpose and that was to demonstrate a manor in which the rest of us might ascend up to the heavens into everlasting life, wisdom, and accord with God Himself. This was demonstrated by the sacrificial death and resurrection of Jesus, forever creating in the physical-spiritual continuum the essence of Godly manifested Light, His very illuminated resurrected being, the realization that each of us can for ourselves raise into this same heavenly essence if we so desire merely by lifting up our heads, recognizing the Truth revealed and making that first step up the mountain was promised and delivered for all of us to experience.

A quantum shift occurred where Godly light perpetuated out into the universe eliciting abilities witnessed by many, noted by few, and acknowledged for all time, as these manifesting energies radiated out throughout the entire known universe in the physical, mental, and spiritual realms. Abilities such as healings merely by commanding them, men walking on water, the dead rising, the blind seeing, the deaf having their ears opened, nothing was impossible, even the dark spirits that plagued so many for so long cried in fear when commanded to step up. 

Ascension on a quantum level was manifested as absolute and immediate as the spoken words that created the universe one moment were begun and the next existed for all time. Science has long proven even simple sounds, the words we speak, once spoken are forever spreading out weakening but never disappearing completely; how many times can something be halved before it is zero, half of anything even the fraction of a single atom is still something.

One of the many anomalies of Christianity, the New Testament and the accounted depictions of the miracles and words of Jesus is the fact that the first three books of the New Testament; Matthew, Mark, and Luke all seem to follow the same basic order and name specifically the same miracles as examples even though Luke himself states he was not a direct witness of the events first hand? It is commonly believed that in the earliest writings of the accounts of Jesus, someone may have been penned a single text, perhaps one of the direct witnessing twelve, or maybe even by Jesus Himself, and it was this original document that was later repeated by many of the twelve Apostles as documentation to take with them as they spread across the globe and repeated the message of Christ in every direction.

This original document which has been reported witnessed, especially in the earliest records of the church, yet now is believed lost or perhaps hidden away, carried the single name and simple designation of a simple letter; Q. The Book of Q has stood the test of centuries to be believed to be this single text, and while many have searched, and many more do believe it may have once existed, there is but one common belief when it is described as either being original or merely an imagined document, and that it represents the basic “Truth” or original account of the life, acts, and words of Jesus.

A book of basic truth called Q leaves us with any number of questions including; does it exist, who and why was it hidden, and finally why call it Q. A basic single program, a simple perhaps chronological list of events, and perhaps simple plan from which others could be facilitated for one purpose and that was the spreading of the message of God Himself out throughout the whole world and unto everybody who is willing or wanting to see.

I am not intending this book to be a documentary of research into the legitimacy of Q, or even dare to attempt to convince anyone of the truths of the Bible, I am not worthy, but all I can do is relate my own experience in this process, report what I have learned, seen, and come to understand, and perhaps each of you reading this will search for yourself the truths, understand them in your heart and further ascend to see more. Ascension is the understanding of truth, and the quest to find more. For me, this related to the belief of stories in the Bible, whether they were true or not, and then the understanding of who is fighting against these truths and why.

For me, Peter, my introduction to the truth, as with many others usually requires an almost rock bottom experience whereby the looking up desperation move is a life or death choice. It started perhaps many years ago on the very cusp of the death, in a tragic car accident of my then-pregnant wife Hilly only a day before she was due to deliver our second child. She died on the 11th day of the 11th month in the 11th year we were together, and for people who seek out the hidden messages of numbers will without a doubt immediately be drawn to the significance of 11, 11, 11, but I myself will not get into that yet in this book. 

Truths then, and revelations about God presented themselves to me, not all at once, but as seemingly unrelated puzzle pieces that at first merely tickled my curiosity to learn more, only later to assemble into a picture that demonstrated to me absolutely God’s face and the ascended vision He had for each of us willing to look. It was because of these witnessed truths that I felt obligated to inject spiritual considerations into the healthcare practices I was engaged with. It was also the aggressive counter push by the system even when it was obvious all that was occurring was people were getting better and the system was saving money, that I realized I must be on to something, thus pressing even more for additional truths.

People who wish to learn more about my own realizations of truth can read about them, for I have written many pages describing the events, experiences, teachers, and teachings along the way. The transformation from a simple healthcare provider to spiritual therapist and writer, or aiding people in true healing was the result of asking for myself the why’s, who’s, and what more revelations presented to a man as I climbed out of the valley I had wondered in myself and lived for the greatest portion of my then long few years.

One experience related to this tragic beginning is relative to this book and stems from one of the first writings I had ever published called “We Are All Flowers.” And while I have included this earlier writing in my other publications, long ago I promised God it would always be included in any writing I published.

We Are All Flowers

I knew a man once, a long time ago, he was a younger man, naive yet full of faith. Faith in God but also in the world! This man always loved God, even walked and talked with Him his whole life, but often knew not how to show it.

Then one day he found himself in a far-off land, and the last thing he expected happened; God decided to bless him by allowing our young traveler to meet one of God’s “truly wonderful flowers!”

It didn’t take long for this man to fall in love with the flower, because everyone who ever met her loved her. But another true miracle occurred, she actually loved him as well! Giving up school, home, family, even country, in a place that didn’t speak his language, for a gift given by God didn’t seem like a sacrifice at all, but more a privilege.

Days and nights filled with laughter, most of the time at nothing at all, coupled with the sweet scent of fresh dew on newly blossomed flowers, misty morn of a cool spring day, so was her breath. A touch so soft yet graced with strength, that it lit a flame in this man’s heart that encircled said heart as gently as a warm feather bed snuggles shoulders on a cold winter’s night.

Every curl, every curve, the every glance, her mere touch was as perfect as the speckling of beauty marks on her legs that randomly adorned her being like the stars of the sky. Perfect, maybe not by world’s standards, but to him as perfect as any glorious creation his young eyes had yet witnessed.

How sweet it was to sit across a crowded room and have her look at him, mouth a word, and he would know exactly everything she said. How sweet was it to come from a feast every day that was her, and be so full he couldn’t even glance at another morsel.

She was his love, she was his heart, she was his friend, she was his life. She was his wife!

A man would risk, even sacrifice his life, gladly!, to protect the precious pearl, that God has blessed him with. She does as well; risks her own, sacrificing body, risking life to joyfully bring a child into the world.

Blessings beyond imagination!

Some would say our young traveler had it all; when you have everything you need, all the extras are just extra, and really only amount to simple pleasures that rain down from God as simple flakes of snow in a perfect winter’s scene.

But suddenly one day which should have been glorious, being only a single one before the scheduled day of birth of their second child, turned to tragedy! A stranger who would rush to beat a red light would cross her path, and life for her, as well as the child, would disappear from her blue eyes. Or so he was told then?

To understand the depth of what he experienced, only those that have experienced similar losses can feel the pain, and through this common feeling, this tragic experience, can relate to what he went through after that horrific day.

When I say those of similar loss, I mean someone who has a part of themselves taken from this world.

Not to diminish anyone’s loss, whether it is a parent, a dear friend, or close love one, but nothing seems to compare to the loss of a spouse or child! This may very well be due to the fact that a child is created with a piece of ourselves. In the same way, when two people become one flesh as is the case in marriage.

The loss of either of these kinds of individuals in our lives can leave us not only depressed at this loss but left with a sense of utter and unexplainable incompleteness. We feel like a part of us is missing, and no matter what we do, we can’t seem to find a fill to that lost part!

Why he asked?!!! But heard no answer. 

Our young traveler, our angry, confused, guilt-ridden, tired young believer, would enter the wilderness, wander with fist in air, kicking rocks, head down, eyes turned away from the glare of a day that has become various shades of grey.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into years. Relationships came and went, and with them came various levels of betrayal even from those who pledged their deepest devotion.

Funny how a man can just slowly walk into a “Death Valley,” slowly descending, unknowingly most of the time, until he finds himself so far below the “Sea” level, that he can hardly imagine a way out. When all seems lost and giving up becomes something our blessed, not so young man possibly looks at for the first time in his life, finally, out of desperation, he calls out to Jesus for help and Jesus answers! In a bathtub of all places!

The climb out is a rapid ascent when God shows the path! Three things happen when you get to the other side, at the top of the mountain ridge that crests the edge of the valley; one, you can look back and see the whole valley, giving a clear picture of the whole valley and what exactly it was, and two, it doesn’t look so big as it did when you were deep in, and third, a person might even thank Him for the experience of overcoming, the task won, the lesson learned!

God is so good! Not only does He rescue His child when called, He blesses our traveler with the answer to his “why?” question that has haunted him all the next eleven years of his wilderness walk.

One day he was asked by a female friend who had also had a tragic loss of a child a hard question. When she heard of his loss she turned as with tears in her eyes said; “If God loves as you say He does, then how do you explain the loss of an innocent person such as your wife or child, or my baby?”

At this point, our new recruit in God’s army believed himself to be a “Born Again Believer” and knew Jesus lived in his heart, but the answer to that question he had never quite heard!

He closed his eyes and asked Jesus for wisdom, and low and behold; Jesus spoke in his mind.

An image immediately appeared, I will repeat it in these words as stated to her now all those years ago;

I softly spoke into her ear; “I just had the vision in my mind of a beautiful field of flowers, mostly reds, but also yellows, violets, and whites, appear like a picture before me in my mind eye. In the middle of a sweeping hill lined valley meadow, stood a shady tree, large, full leafed, quite inviting and peaceful! You know the kind, they show on a travel brochure to Tuscany, Italy or someplace like that?”

“Peaceful, restful, perfect in order and design, balanced majesty of symphonic grace as the breeze gently flows over blossoms, like the caressing waves of green-tinted shore.”

“The voice of Jesus just said in my head;”

“Consider the flowers;”

“Some lie in the middle of the field, where the Sun is strong and the soil is deep, plenty of water, safe.”

“Some lie under the trees, a good safe place but not as much sun, they just don’t seem to grow as well.”

“Some lie in the rocks, where the soil is thin and water spars, they do not grow well at all, a seemingly poor life.”

“Some lie in the weeds, where life is hard and struggle seems to be a daily event, their short life choked out sometimes cruelly.”

“And some lie on the road, where the wagon comes by and snuffs out their life suddenly!”

“You are all those flowers in that field! You are all flowers to me; some you are strong, some of you are weak, some of you are tall, some are small, all equal, all loved, all perfect.”

“Yours is not to understand why this one lies here, or that one there, in my most perfect field, yours is to Thank Me!, for the time you got spend with my most precious flowers!”

Our young believer then understood and had an overwhelming realization that he needed to “Thank God” for two things; for all the precious time he got to spend in his life with such a beautiful creation as one of God’s precious flowers, his wife and even unborn child. If it was but a moment, it was infinitely better than to have never had known them at all! 

And two; that Jesus loves him enough to let me see the rest of the beauty of this gift we call our life, seeing not only our place in it, but his hand in every sight, sound, taste, and breath we share. If God didn’t have all of the flowers in their perfect place, and in their perfect color, we wouldn’t have the even more glorious field!

The true picture of life, as He sees it, and as we experience it.

This traveler was me!

God is faithful, I have had precious time with one of His most precious flowers.

That was many years ago, praise God I have also had since been promised restoration, and God always keeps His promises. A flower? Could God have another for me, and allow me to be one for her! 

“Dear Jesus; Allow me to not only see myself as one of your precious flowers, but all those around me, grant me the vision and sight as you see us, and in turn experience the same love you have for each of us, equal, and perfect.”

I wrote this for my departed wife Hilly and our daughter Petra Colla who never got to see a single day out of her mother’s womb never knew her father, never got to play hold up a block and show it to me. 

All these years later, all this climbing, two steps up and one back down, an ascension of my own is finally realized at least enough to give some kind of account for others perhaps to see.  

The caterpillar climbs and along the way, dreams descend upon him, and for me, all I can do is relate what I saw, for others, it may be different, we are all different flowers, each alike yet placed in slightly different locations in this vast beautiful garden God has created. For this caterpillar, a recurring image as I have already written of earlier was the flying experience, and while I will not expand on that idea or image again, I would like to add that memory has carved into my mind those experiences, while I know I was only dreaming, seem so real and vivid they were that many are clearer memories than the physical ones the many days or so-called real experiences only now a few years past?

One image or dream stands out and I feel compelled to repeat it, for I believe it is important for the reader to understand any of the potential gifts and with it, the consequences of receiving these gifts may bring. I had already by this time been promised restoration of everything that I had lost or stolen from me, and I believed God had told me this either directly, or indirectly through others? This restoration had not yet occurred, and as I aged it seemed increasingly unlikely that it would be possible.

Along the many now numerous times in my dreams when flying occurred, an almost Superman-like flying would be experienced where I could fly merely by thinking, reaching out, or remembering. Never in these dreams did I ever experience any other of the typical Superman qualities; the strength, the X-ray vision, perhaps the only thing that I seemed to also experience, was a sense of indestructibility when hitting things or landing after a great fall. Also, I seem to always be engaged in something that was for good, looking for someone, or helping someone?

On one occasion I remember now eleven years ago a Superman flying dream stands out and I believe it is relevant to include it; one day I dreamt that I was standing in a room almost like I was preparing to go out to perform some kind of military assignment or another, and small little grandmother lady maybe barely four feet tall was standing on wooden stepping stool before me adjusting my clothes, I was wearing the Superman suit cape and all but different than any I had ever seen deep shades of dark blues and darkened earth-tone reds. This little old lady could barely reach up on her tiptoes to adjust the shoulders. I don’t know how I knew it but the little old lady felt she was the Holy Ghost, she was wearing light tan colored linen very old almost simple eleventh-century style woven cloth?

Then I hear the voice of God clearly say; “If you knew going forward, you may have to be alone, would you go anyway?”

I remember seeing myself standing there, looking down, a look of sadness seemed to be on my face, as the realization I may have to be alone was considered. I knew in my dream what I lost, and I also knew I desired to have it back, but as I stood there I can clearly remember thinking about it for seemingly a long time, although it may have only been an instant. 

Then remember finally lifting my head slightly and looking at the old woman and simply saying; “Yes.” Then I woke up.

The caterpillar climbs and with each step, there is a realization that takes place; one, the higher you climb the more you die to old wants and desires of the ground and earth. Things below just are not important to you any longer. And when I say die, it is as if the desires for them leave you almost as they fade from view. Of course, old habits are hard to lose, yet in many of these caterpillar’s cases, old behaviors or even foods seem to make you ill to try them again?

But the second realization is a bit harder to stomach; the higher you go the lonelier it becomes. Many of the friends, some loved-ones, colleagues, even close family don’t seem to understand you any longer, they look at you and think you may have gone crazy? It is a journey most may have to do alone? This factor is one of the strongest for turning people back down, giving up, or denying the very existence of the Ascension, and without getting into too much of it right now we will just call it; “The Fear of Man.”

Back to Q. About four and a half years ago when I was continuing the Ascending investigations of applying God into the Health and Wellness of treatments another anomaly occurred of which sparked attention into politics, which was for me as far from my interest as the dark side of the moon, and this was the appearance of then-candidate for President Donald Trump. Things were said, ideas were mentioned, controversies promised to be investigated, exposed, and eliminated as this candidate seemed to cross a line never before attempted. Now I can honestly say prior to this I had never given President Trump one thought or another, and other than seeing him on “The Apprentice,” never really liked him much or not, I really didn’t have an opinion. 

But suddenly something appeared; a deep aggressive posture against him without a solid reason, an almost hate-driven campaign against Donald Trump from the media, what seemed at the time to be the controlling powers of our country, and pretty much everyone else that already enjoyed a position of elitism? Since I was on my own cusp of ruthless attacks, lies, and destructive acts for no other reason than what appeared to simply be hate, I began to identify with what this guy was going through and solicited me more to actually listen to what he was saying rather than just what they were telling me about him.

Out of the growing support I suddenly began to see a simple sign repeated itself at rallies, reports, messages, and following; that being the single letter “Q.” What an odd symbol to represent some kind of message, seemingly repeatedly demonstrated, yet unfathomable to me. As God opened my eyes with each investigation into the things quickly coming to light another step up the ascension, another truth revealed, and more importantly another piece of a massive puzzle started forming seemingly from unrelated pieces I may have only glimpsed at my whole now nearly thirty-year ascension.

I am not going to get into the proof, politics, predictions, claims, or disclaims of any of the many “Gates” such as; “Pizza Gate,” “Obama Gate,” the CCP, the Vatican, “Election Fraud,” “BLM,” COVID hoax or not, Media Lies, Big-Corporate Big-Pharma involvement, the list goes on almost forever. Pieces of puzzles some seen, some experienced, others merely dreamed of all spread themselves with increasing frequency and almost mystical regularity into position, whereby a larger more complex image started to manifest, an increase of clarity that maybe all of these unrelated and seemingly insignificant little pieces perhaps could all come together and reveal some yet hidden truth.

On the quantum level, we have already demonstrated that all positive energy, of which Truth is comprised, comes from God. And if we will further extrapolate, all positive intentions having the same increasing ascending potential of vibrational intensification likewise must then be of Godly origin or at least Godly destination. One can further conclude if a person seeks to reveal truths, speaks of God in a positive light, or works to improve the qualities of those around them especially without any apparent personal gain to themselves, then the only conclusion is they must be on the side of good, truth, love, and thus God. We are all active participants in the wonderful universe God has created for all of us to experience Him through and thus discover our own potentials, the only difference is our own personal free will choices.

All of these enlightenments these days, all of the illuminations, the Revelations that seem to be exploding around us, and with them the seeming hate-based objections, the masking, the lies, the hiding of the truth, the censoring unwillingness to reveal truths, all this does is lay credence to the authenticity of the truths? As more and more people step forward and bring the light upon hidden secrets, and more people see the truths, take their own single steps in ascension and thereby see more, again patterns appear, symbols become statements, each of us as vessels of water become influenced merely by the intention behind these symbols and choices are made to Ascend, fixate once gaze on the dirt, or even descend, it all remains ultimately our free will a single decision to look at and for Truth, or live, ignore and ultimately choose the lie? 

I have no idea if Q represents a person, penned by a single person, a group of people, a predicted rise of a fallen King or a Superman for that matter, or maybe a program set forward through masterful illuminated knowledge that could only be obtained through supernatural intervention, but as I experience my own observations with it these revelations that are first spoken of like soft whispers, later predicted with almost prophetic accuracy, and ultimately brought to Light with righteous indignation, I can not help but believe the entire idea behind Q is nothing more than a simple infinitely complex movement for the assimilation of Truth.

A crack forms in the cocoon and complex the caterpillar who now realizes something dramatically different is going on, not only in the world of her dreams but in the visions that are manifesting right before his eyes even as the first rays of light penetrate into its once safe haven of growth. What once was a dark world filled with fear, danger, and deep restricted movement is now filled with light, bright colors, truths about the real world around her which is full of freedom and potential on has only before dared to dream of, yet now seems imminent.  

A new dimension seems to be unfolding right in front of us. Restorations’ of hopes and dreams only dared prayed for in the past, enlightenments of the true satanic parties involved perpetrating many perhaps all of the attacks in the past on all of us as well as others, the innocent. A dimension where the limitations of the ground no longer apply, while vision perpetuates and bodies, which have now only just begun to activate, manifest themselves with powers only spoken of in the dreams of visionaries past, new destinies arise where the Remnant can fly forth eager to engage the hostile foe, willing to serve in the aid of those who might yet only today begin their ascending steps, spreading messages of truth, and tender touches of healing sounds, silently waiting for their specific assignments from Him who created all things and holds the victory and the plan in the palm of His hand.

By Peter and Anna Colla

Excerpt out of soon to be released book; Quantum Ascension in Health, Wellness, and Healthcare

“Dear Lord help Your Remnant, Your Warriors in this End-Times war, Your Children that have turned to You, and the entire regiments of Angelic contingent, and give them the illumination of revelations, the wisdom, the enlightenment needed to perform all the tasks each of us have been called to perform for Your glory, testimonial, and victory.”

 

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Grace Is The Sound My Eye Sees

Posted on January 5, 2021 by paulorpeter

Revised writing from; “The Definition of True Worship” published Feb. 4, 2020

As we have already stated throughout this book and the many other writings I have already published, the Quantum Ascension is the process whereby a sort of facilitation of energies primarily connected to “Belief” are used for various aspects of our own individual growth in health and wellness. It is the realization that the environment within the spiritual is infinitely greater than that which resides in the mind, while the mind or thought is almost infinitely greater than the mere physical of the body of one single moment of time, that through the realizations of these God promised laws that we have come to realize as truths, an activation of our awareness can occur resulting in the further development of unrealized, stifled, inactive, or underdeveloped skills we may already have possessed from creation.

This activation while continuing in the physical realm of light, frequencies, and energy, may, in fact, perpetuate itself with a complete metamorphosis of the individual into a higher functioning status whereby issues that once plagued us in the valley no longer have any effect on the physicality of the existence we are experiencing now. Spiritual considerations and focused thoughts become realized as further activations of physical abilities manifest.

As we have discussed earlier in this writing only a fraction of our own brain or DNA strands are activated throughout our lives, some scientists estimate as much as ninety percent of both of these functional potentials lie dormant but as these functions begin to activate what does this look like?

A few days ago I was sitting drinking coffee with my lovely wife, discussing the concept of “Worship” when we read it in the pages of the book we are reading together? To be honest, the concept, as well as the practice, seemed to be something I have struggled with perhaps the majority of my adult life, or at least from the time I can say that I have been actively engaged in the arena of at least trying to “follow God.”

What exactly is worship? And while I had the privilege in my own past to play a musical instrument and be a part of a “worship service” band, I can say that the actual feeling of worship as well as the desire to enter into it, seemed to escape me. Plus reading passages in the Bible where statements are made of people or angels worshiping God for extended periods of time, even weeks or years, not only baffled me but is some cases even scared me, as I contemplated the translations of my own guilt-laden boredom with the mere twenty or thirty minutes I had in the church and many times falling asleep, now expanded to periods over months if not more?

I went to bed or perhaps relaxed, and as I began to dose off an image came into my head from my own young family life experience, and I felt God may have been answering my own questions, even one I hardly realized I asked. I have an overwhelming feeling to put that image onto paper after discussing it with Anna this morning.

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, Shhh, 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.”

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.

This I feel in my heart and realize immediately in my own thoughts; “Is the Definition of True Worship.” 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?

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.

“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.”

As the spirit ascends visions increase that expands beyond the limits of time and space. Perhaps the caterpillar as he or she ascends the tree, as they ascend, begin to dream of times when they ultimately will fly?

As we ascend up the ranks of spiritual considerations and our focus broadens into the clouds that await us, this manifestation of expanding consciousness brings with it added burdens that result from our more lofty view of the world. With the higher vantage point of the mountainside, it becomes clearer all of the happenings going on below in the valley. We begin to see not only the real perspective of the environment we were living in only moments before, but catch a glimpse of the true nature of surrounding players. We see all of our friends still in the valley and more importantly, the enemy can also be seen as they muster various attack postures against friends still below.

With each truth that is made known, and the wisdom revealed related to the “who’s” and even “why’s,” patterns emerge suddenly understanding erupts in our minds revealing clearly what is really going on down there. With these newfound understandings come with it a concern for the many friends, loved ones, even strangers left behind still sitting in the valley, unaware, who might fall prey to the plots and attacks these dark entities are clearly perpetrating.

The first desire is to shout back at each of our friends, trying to describe the picture we so clearly see, but this is often met with denial, disregard, and in some cases even angered insults. It is almost impossible for people to believe someone or something is mustering to attack them in the valley when they have no idea they are even in a valley in the first place? Right now the world is as it has been presented to them, and they are busy with the particular task in their hands, unable to even imagine the picture we might be describing since they have never seen it or even imagined it could be?

“You want to help your friends, you cannot do it merely by telling them the truths of what is going on around them, you must show them, and this means you must go and get them, bring them up the mountain and show them for themselves so they too can see.”

My mind is suddenly brought to another child the same age taken from its mother and father perhaps only moments before birth. Now sitting in a cold cage, down in the dark recesses of a descended prison. Cold, dark, damp, void of any love, or compassion, she sits with her to the door of the cage afraid almost to look back out of fear that evil will appear again to torment and abuse her.

She is nervously wringing her hands not in play or examination but in fear as the screams and moaning cries of others lash across her young skin, their echoing pleas continuously bring her attention back to the distant darkness, not looking to see if a loving father is watching but silently gasping a prayer her tormentor is not. Her skin bare the marks of abuse’s past, the filth of neglect is the only garment her you brushed skin wears, but her eyes are clear even in fear emitting the purity that resides deep within.

Silently my mind’s eye can see her, the terror in her eye, the fear so strong she dares not cry until she realizes the sound of perhaps her own cage being open and demon hands reaching mercilessly for her seizing her yet again for some cruel and painful purpose. She clearly shakes, wringing her hands nervously, her body twists as she desperately tries to turn away yet her neck and head turn towards the sounds in fears cursed spell. Even as the sounds of other cages are suddenly unlatched followed by immediate screams of terror other children are making, a shudder shoots through her young body unable to release the fear it might have been hers?

My own spirit is filled with rage as I realize this could be my own child, sitting there in terror, with no hope or help, merely fear that life is not discovery but torment, not something that is enjoyed but something desperate to end. It fills me with rage as the thought that someone could do such a thing, and others know, support, even approve of such evil. I feel powerless to do anything, my spirit wants to rip these demon ghouls to pieces, but I feel powerless even to begin to see how. It is mercy for me I only have a glimpse before my eye returns to my writing before me, this too is Grace. If this image is true something must be done, and while I can’t storm these facilities, gun in hand, wanting desperately to dispense some kind of Godly vengeance on those who would do this to a child such as mine, I feel I must do something?

Perhaps by writing it, telling it, screaming it from the rooftops, or publishing it, in the spirit another light turns on, another person learns the truth, another wave of positive energy cascades out into the universe increasing the Godly energy in the quantum, increasing the entire ocean of being ever so fractionally the realization of rescue becomes reality. The strength and courage of the great men and women being led by our great President who has long battled for, and are even now battling all over the world to free these captive children, girls and boys, women, and even men who are being held, victimized, tormented, abused and used for the dark talons of these creatures.

Ascension brings with it the visualization of the whole painting we as people have created in this world, and as we slowly see more vibrant colors of the surrounds, hear clearer the hidden sounds of angels singing in the chirping sounds of a mornings dawn, so do we also see the shadowed darkened hues of deep dark crimsons blood reds laid down layer upon layer until they look black to the observer. In the shadows, there are still screams that have been muffled within deep-hidden recesses from view, but if we concentrate enough and not ignore the dark but set our God enlightened attention on it even for a moment we will also find that as we do, so does God through us, and the rescue is already underway, the darkness must flee, and the battle has already been won.

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Combatting Goliath Attacks Like COVID

Posted on December 24, 2020 by paulorpeter

As we examine the Quantum Levels of Awareness in health and wellness one cannot help but notice the absolute infinitesimally small stature of the majority of the attacking agents especially when we are speaking of infectious agents such as viruses, toxic pollutants, or even intended dark curses when compared to the mere vast size of our bodies, and that’s not even considering the almost infinite status of our spiritual potentials. Yet it would seem that especially the last couple of decades the worlds media has increasingly placed, through fear programming and relentless doomsday scenarios, an almost giant like indestructibility onto every sort of affliction to the point where the majority of people once being told they have this or that ailment just gives up and accepts it.

These sicknesses, which in most symptomatic cases, merely result in an inconvenience and only in the most severe cases when left untreated or mistreated for long periods of time, could result in anything that actually could be life-threatening. The majority of these such as cancer, people often become truly sick not from the actual tumors but from the treatments given them consequently, and ultimately die from other issues they acquire because of the now severely depressed immune systems. I have personally known people who have died within moments of hearing they had a severe disease long before the actual problem could ever spread throughout their body and attack the vital organs to cause death, once they seemingly believe they have something it actually manifests in them, COVID being a perfect example of this.

In such an accusation based hysteria, I credit the media, the doctors, the Big-Pharma, that props up the reputations, gloom, and doom of these almost inconceivably small bugs to the point where the rest of us people have become so afraid of these bullies that the mere mention of them places us into a complete state of mind of submission; one of acceptance of the fact as well as the course of action they decide to place on us without question or accountability. Kind of like a bully does when the young child runs into him on the way home from school. I have written in past publications regarding the comparison of bullies with afflictions, but to properly examine the quantum awareness of sicknesses as well as our own infinite abilities to overcome it is necessary for me to bring back an earlier story and expand upon it to properly make my point.

Bullies demonstrate themselves in many forms, not always limited to the pimple-faced somewhat overweight boys, large in stature for no other reason than the fact that at least once they had been held back in the early stages of his education experience, and hereby gives them the illusion that they are actually bigger than others. This demonstrative characterization not necessarily earned by themselves but placed upon them by the exaggerations of others who might wish to somehow benefit from such dark glorifications. We will call them the groupies, media mouthpiece, talking heads, basically the idiots that stand next to the bully repeating everything that comes out of his mouth like some half-wit parrot.

Lacking as much in the stature department as they do in compassion, Bullies always seem to present themselves with the heart that drives them to particular behaviors of cruelty, perpetrated against what society has deemed weaker or defenseless opponents. Showing up in vulnerable locations, often present themselves at times only for reasons known to their own jealous desires or those who have viciously sent them.

Once said bully is spotted, or at least finds himself within striking range, one of three responses for the would-be victim must follow;

These choices include either “turn and run,” or what happens in most cases just “stand there and take it” until the beating is over, or the third and often most frightening option “fight back.” Let us examine each on its merits?

Turning and running represents a physical changing of direction from the path in which one has been set. When a person turns their back on something, it becomes difficult, if not impossible, to see it thus becoming blind to everything that lies down that particular path they were on only moments before. On the quantum level if we believe our very name or birthdate is ordered even in the stars, one must assume that the energies that represent our physicality have been placed on a particular path for a reason, destiny, and purpose to fulfill an integral part of the total masterpiece of the whole, and likewise, evil entities that would alter that path are not doing it for our best interest or even for that of the whole, but for some plot known best by themselves to deny us the gifts God would grant us and perhaps hoard for themselves down the path we were on?

Turning one’s back on the attacker puts the child in a particularly vulnerable position, by presenting one’s back they invite attack without defense, blind to any blows, tail tucked in pathetic attempt to protect private parts in the backside of running retreat, it becomes impossible to even dodge a haymaker blow that might find pay dirt as we turn to flee. Protecting private parts, now that’s a statement; trying in some desperate way to protect a person’s destiny, their not yet conceived future, even maybe their future children, holding tightly to a hope that not only pain will be avoided, but maybe other daybreaks warmth still might be found shining on their face, if only through survival.

“Turning and Running” demonstrates and grants most assured defeat if not today for many more days down the road when the same tuck tail and run posture is assuredly repeated!

But let us make one thing clear, we are talking about a bully here, not standing and fighting battles we are not equipped, nor called to fight against in our own proper time by Him who would command us. Running, and while in certain undeniable and overpowering attacks, survival can in itself find certain qualities of victory, but for the sake of the bullying, we can assume that God will never place His children who seek Him in a place where defeat is possible.

For He has said in many places throughout the Bible; “I will give you all you need!”

Other applicable promises are tie such as; “But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Jesus Christ.” “Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness, and all things shall be given unto you.”

Notice He says; “seek ye first,” so by assumption, if we are seeking first, looking up to God, doing what we are supposed to, in each and every one of our steps, then we can also assume by His promise, that He will give us all we need to overcome any challenge as well as any attack that presents itself on this path.

But God also doesn’t honor the footsteps of fools. If we by our own selfish desires and sin find ourselves not only off the path but knee-deep in the camp of the enemy, then getting everything we need to overcome may just reside in a pair of good legs and enough oxygen in the blood to get us out of there with barely our skin.

Back to the bully, running is defeat, and results in two things that only a good God could even remotely turn to positive; it reduces the value, the stature of our would-be hero in the eyes of most of the groupies watching, those eyes of the child himself being the greatest effected. A shift of energies takes place and all the energetic physicality that makes up this particular person becomes a bit diminished as the result, they, in essence, believe themselves to be less than they were only moments before. Popular phrases that one will often hear include; “Once a coward always a coward,” “You chicken,” or “Run piggy run” these just being a few terms, that have been associated with people who flee. God’s ability to even turn this into positive is without dispute, for no other reason than just because He said so, but we will have to reserve this topic for future writing. Most importantly in this scenario the person doing the running believes a sort of diminishing has taken place on their entire being, this belief-based spiritual change is the most devastating effect on us.

The second effect of running and one that seems to be further perpetuated by those who promote the bully in the first place is that it builds the confidence of said bully. Making it more likely he will just do his mouthing-off again, louder next time, more often, and cause even more damage in the direct vicinity. The digression or increase in negative energy is the very elemental energy that feeds the demon. Creatures that have had all goodness, light, love, peace or compassion taken from them, have only negative energies available such as hate or fear in which to realize some recognition of gain. Fear becomes the food or drug of the bully.

So confident becomes the bully, that in time he doesn’t even care if other people learn the truth of him, he becomes overconfident in his own elevated status, he could care less of victims of his past or where he has been, so much so that he doesn’t even look back. And why should he, only the conquered reside behind him? But it is in his confidence that he exposes his weakness.

The medical community, the system as a whole would have us chose the second platform of performance, the “just bend over and take it one.” It has gotten to the point that even to question the absolute authority of their recommendations as to how to deal with affliction bullies is met with aggressive opposition, basically; “Put your mask on and shut up,” “if you don’t do what I say you could lose your insurance,” “oh, by the way, take the vaccine, even if you have heard it may be dangerous.”

Taking a hit, on a Quantum Awareness level would be the equivalent of realizing that the only way these depressing energies could possibly have an effect on you or any member of your family is because you turn a blind eye to what they are attempting to do. The mere focusing of your attention on the truth has the effect of illuminating the situation, increasing instead of decreasing your vibrational status in this particular area of physical energy existence, and by increasing the light to the specific energy location, darkness has no choice but has to flee!

This is where we find the final glorious and optimal choice; “Stand and fight!”

“Standing and Fighting” grants and demonstrates certain and absolute victorious parts! Victory is victory!

By definition first, a person must stand; get up, rise, look up, take that first step in Quantitative Awareness that brings the soul out of the valley and up the slope of the Godly mountain, never to return. Now with this image carries a meaning of an immediate and direct increase in stature and almost heavenly perspective allowing the mountain climber to look back down and get a clear vision or really was going on down there. When a person rises to the occasion they grow larger and stronger, their vibration increases in intensity and frequency, and indirect counter-reaction, their opponent must decrease, remember for “every action in the universe there is an equal and opposite reaction,” if by no other means then just simple vantage point. As a person being attacked gets higher, the object against which one stands and views in visual appearance becomes smaller.

To stand also implies to find a firm foundation, one can only successfully achieve a firm foundation if they press against something also firm, the rock being the strongest, but make no mistake even deep foundations in the sand, the key being deep, can be a significant pillar for resistance. God describes studying the Word as finding a deep foundation or building on the rock, so learning truths, discovering spiritual truths, energizing dormant portions of our own being, all must apply.

As I have already stated the physical changes that one will benefit from in standing and fighting, those being first an increase of the defender, and a decrease of the attacker are invaluable. These are immediate and Godly provisions given by the natural laws that nobody can deny, promised to each and every one of us, it is these provisions that the enemy would so desperately deny us in our very existence. It is, for this reason, all of their would be solutions aka pain pills, sedatives, tension relievers have a dumbing down, clouding of the mind, a sort of placing veils over the eyes of people who chose to use them. There is movement in dark entities as well, and that movement is backward into a realm the giant never looks at because he has no experience there, it’s called retreating or fleeing.

Let us examine further a historical event of overcoming a Bully, nothing demonstrates the power of supernatural belief over the physical like the depiction of David and Goliath especially in the area of supernatural effects, those just under the skin.

What must have gone through Goliath’s mind, and maybe even that dark hole which represents his heart, when David walked out there unto the battle plane? And we might even possibly take a glance at what may have been going on supernaturally, in and around the environment. Remember on a quantum level Goliath is only slightly bigger than the smallest virus, but in the eyes of all the people then he was a monster not only in star but reputation. Then up steps a boy!

First, In Goliath’s challenging experience everyone who had ever faced him ran, only the poor unfortunate’s that he may have been chased down, who might have fought back in some kind of pathetic defense did so as he dished out his cruel blows, moving if at all, always in a groveling fashion away from him. For an oversized opponent, forward motion has its advantages, forward momentum of any type is a force that must be resisted, held in check, overcome, and eventually overpowered in order to turn into a retreating and eventually defeated posture into anything that might resemble victory. A very difficult situation when facing something that big, no maybe the largest warrior to ever step up in history.

So when Goliath saw someone step up and faced him, even just a boy moving towards him rather than away, most likely doubt from witnessing something new and yet unseen must have at least tickled the edges of his senses. It wasn’t tickling the hordes in the supernatural cronies watching, for the wave of force that shot through their ranks most assuredly shook them to their black bones. We can call it a wave of righteous fear, a blast of truth that would mimic the initial blast of an atomic bomb in the supernatural. Kind of like, suddenly lighting a flair in a dark cave.

Goliath was bigger than anyone, so fighting from a height advantage in downward blows allowed him to engage much stronger muscle groups than having to fight upward. Goliath was used to only forward motion, using his imposing size, weight, and great strength to do most of his work for him. Most of the people he had ever fought by the time he caught up to them, they were so afraid they barely offered any resistance, merely laid there and whimpered as the Bully dished out his cruel blows.

When David stood his ground, the increased advantage, even if it had been but a slight decreasing effect on Goliath, was a decrease none-the-less! Anyone who participates in any kind of top sports activity, or fighting, will tell you momentum is a powerful thing, and when someone starts a downward or decreasing trend, it is ultimately coupled with some kind of loss and or pain.

Next, David not only took Goliath’s insults and threats but laughed at them and responded with his own, backed by the power of the Creator of the Universe! Oops! Suddenly Goliath’s words that usually made his opponents quiver, made this person laugh, but notice Goliath wasn’t laughing, he was to busy shaking from The Lion’s Roar, the flash of blinding light, he just heard! Something was seriously wrong here for Goliath, and for the first time in his life, he might have even felt that cold chill going up his spine, and if he wasn’t, he should have been!

Momentum shifting from Goliath moving forward his whole life, to being suddenly held in check, someone stepping up, the great Goliath shrinking in stature, and getting less than expected result from his threats, even resulting in further diminishing on the bullies part. Momentum had definitely shifted!

Goliath threw out his last desperate comments, trying to weaken David with statements such as; “You come at me like a dog, with a stick.” His comment was not as much of a joke, but a feeble attempt to assure everyone watching and maybe even himself that what he saw with his own eyes wasn’t reality, lies, they love to spout their lies even up to the end, for it was designed to make David believe he is ill-equipped to the task. But really who is trying to convince, because God Himself who created everything equipped David with everything he needed to overcome, and Goliaths negative energies spouting out of his yap would no effect in the brightened illuminated realms of Davids realized truths.

David’s faith and the trust he had everything he would need from God to defeat this man, threw the insult right back stating that Goliath’s weapons were nothing compared to that of the Living God. And if Goliath’s eyes weren’t wide with fear at the power of these words, they were the moment the giant took but a single step forward and David started running straight towards him!

At every turn, victory was accomplished, and the actual deliverance had not even been dealt out yet. In everyone’s eyes, natural and in the supernatural, there was no doubt as to the sudden cease and immediate reversal of the momentum.

I can imagine on the barren plane of the supernatural where a horde of demonic legions, the cronies, the groupies, stood up until then confidently moving comfortably forward against the children of God, riding on the backside of Goliath’s image, the attack’s and effect’s of the constant bombardment of fear, doubt, hopelessness, rejection, abandonment, and doom, must have been nearly overpowering to the soldiers of God’s army.

But the moment they registered the blast of light created by the image of someone actually attacking Goliath, many a troop probably were so gripped in paralyzing oppression, that they were too busy protecting their soft underbellies in some kind of fetal self-comfort, to even pick up the sword and shield that lied only hands reach from them. I can hardly imagine the hot blast that must have flowed over them like boiling anointing oil as the demon horde immediately stopped the attack, withdrawing into their own defensive positioning at the sign of the sudden and direct momentum shift exploding in front of them, like the explosion a thousand suns or bright holy light!

I can almost hear thousands of smaller demons squealing and running in every direction almost immediately as the light went on! “A Scattering of the Roaches” does apply here very nicely! There must have also been an immediate chaotic withdrawing of the more herd animal type troops, first pulling back hard and then maybe interlocking the shields in some kind of desperate counter defensive. This had no doubt, sent that physical twinge up the spine of not only Goliath but all of the Philistine troops assembled, cold and lonely was it’s chill as all the supernatural dark forces they had so depended on were running like frightened bugs. A direct opposite the counter anointing, the refreshing warmth that thrusts power and confidence into the souls and bodies of the Israeli army, as they saw fear manifest in the eyes of their enemies, the empowerment that confidence grants erupt in their very hearts.

But I also know when David charged, any demons of herd animal status, the entire front lines, dropped everything and ran, even trampling those who were not as fortunate to get out of the way. That’s what herd animals do when someone charges. Ripples of fear and fiery Godly retribution sent choking shivers through the remaining demonic soldiers, and this feeling was backed by the power and presence of the God who created the universe.

The Stone, the hurdling of the rock, the spoken manifestation, the small representation of the word of God, even in its simplest form, was all it took to open the floodgates of God’s deliverance. David could have thrown anything, the giant was already doomed, but throwing the simplest small seemingly insignificant thing out a single small piece of the Word was all it took. This is a clear demonstration of even the slightest smallest word in the quantum realm can be spoken against any giants when backed by the belief of truth resulting in the same effect and likewise vanquishing of darkness.

Once contact was made result was immediate and sealed. Down onto his face, Goliath fell, back exposed, demons of all ranks were running for their lives, very much emulated in the natural as the armies of the Philistine who also broke and ran.

At this point, all that remained was the mopping up! David casually walks up and takes Goliath’s head with his own sword, his victory prize to present to the king. The armies of the Living God pursue now in frenzied strength, I am sure empowered by the angelic horde that wraps themselves in and around all of the arms and souls of the Lord’s army until all of the opposing force has been hunted down and killed. The Bible speaks of bodies being scattered across the countryside. It took a little time, and effort, but the victory was granted before long before the army was destroyed

By Peter Colla

“Lord help us see the lies that would place us in fear, gain the wisdom to look to You, and realize the strength to stand up to the Bully and fight.”

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If A Boy Could Beat Goliath, Attacks Like COVID Are Nothing!

Posted on December 24, 2020 by paulorpeter

As we examine the Quantum Levels of Awareness in health and wellness one cannot help but notice the absolute infinitesimally small stature of the majority of the attacking agents especially when we are speaking of infectious entities such as viruses, toxic pollutants, or even intended dark curses when compared to the mere vast size of our bodies, and that’s not even considering the almost infinitely large status of our spiritual potentials. Yet it would seem that especially the last couple of decades the worlds media has increasingly placed, through fear programming and relentless doomsday scenarios, an almost giant like indestructibility onto every sort of affliction to the point where the majority of people once being told they have this or that ailment just give up any hope and accept it.

These sicknesses, which in most symptomatic cases, merely result in an inconvenience and only in the most severe cases when left untreated or mistreated for long periods of time, could result in anything that actually could be life-threatening. The majority of these such as cancer, people often become truly sick not from the actual tumors but from the treatments given them consequently, and ultimately die from other issues they acquire because of the now severely depressed immune systems. I have personally known people who have died within moments of hearing they had a severe disease long before the actual problem could ever spread throughout their body and attack the vital organs to cause death, once they seemingly believe they have something it actually manifests in them, COVID being a perfect example of this.

In such an accusation based hysteria, I credit the media, the doctors, the Big-Pharma, that props up the reputations, gloom, and doom of these almost inconceivably small bugs to the point where the rest of us people have become so afraid of these bullies that the mere mention of them places us into a complete state of mind of fear and submission; one of acceptance of the fact as well as the course of action they decide to place on us without question or accountability. Kind of like a bully does when the young child runs into him on the way home from school. I have written in past publications regarding the comparison of bullies with afflictions, but to properly examine the quantum awareness of sicknesses as well as our own infinite abilities to overcome them, it is necessary for me to bring back an earlier story and expand upon it to properly make my point.

Bullies demonstrate themselves in many forms, not always limited to the pimple-faced somewhat overweight boys, large in stature for no other reason than the fact that at least once they had been held back in the early stages of his education experience, and hereby gives them the illusion that they are actually bigger than others. This demonstrative characterization not necessarily earned by themselves but placed upon them by the exaggerations of others who might wish to somehow benefit from such dark glorifications. We will call them the groupies, media mouthpieces, talking heads, basically the idiots that stand next to the bully repeating everything that comes out of his mouth like some half-wit parrot.

Lacking as much in the stature department as they do in compassion, Bullies always seem to present themselves with the heart that drives them to particular behaviors of cruelty, perpetrated against what society has deemed weaker or defenseless opponents. Showing up in vulnerable locations, often present themselves at times only for reasons known to their own jealous desires or those who have viciously sent them.

Once said bully is spotted, or at least finds himself within striking range, one of three responses for the would-be victim must follow;

These choices include either “turn and run,” or what happens in most cases just “stand there and take it” until the beating is over, or the third and often most frightening option “fight back.” Let us examine each on its merits?

Turning and running can represent a physical change of direction from the path in which one has been set. When a person turns their back on something, it becomes difficult, if not impossible, to see it, thus becoming blind to everything that lies down that particular path they were on only moments before. On the quantum level if we believe our very name or birthdate is ordered even in the stars, one must assume that the energies that represent our physicality have been placed on a particular path for a reason, destiny, and purpose to fulfill an integral part of the total masterpiece of the whole, and likewise, evil entities that would alter that path are not doing it for our best interest or even for that of the whole, but for some plot known best by themselves to deny us the gifts God would grant us and perhaps hoard for themselves these gifts that were down the path we were on?

Turning one’s back on the attacker puts the child in a particularly vulnerable position, by presenting one’s back they invite attack without defense, blind to any blows, tail tucked in pathetic attempt to protect private parts in the backside of running retreat, it becomes impossible to even dodge a haymaker blow that might find pay dirt as we turn to flee. Protecting private parts, now that’s a statement; trying in some desperate way to protect a person’s destiny, this not yet conceived future, even maybe their future children, holding tightly to a hope that not only pain will be avoided, but maybe other daybreaks warmth still might be found shining on their face, if only through survival.

“Turning and Running” demonstrates and grants most assured defeat if not today for many more days down the road when the same tuck tail and run posture is assuredly repeated!

But let us make one thing clear, we are talking about a bully here, not standing and fighting battles we are not equipped, nor called to fight against in our own proper time by Him who would command us. Running, and while in certain undeniable and overpowering attacks, survival can in itself find certain qualities of victory, but for the sake of the bullying, we can assume that God will never place His children who seek Him in a place where defeat is possible.

For He has said in many places throughout the Bible; “I will give you all you need!”

Other applicable promises are true such as; “But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Jesus Christ.” And “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all things shall be given unto you.”

Notice He says; “seek ye first,” so by assumption, if we are seeking first, looking up to God, doing what we are supposed to, in each and every one of our steps, then we can also assume by His promise, that He will give us all we need to overcome any challenge as well as any attack that presents itself on this path.

But God also doesn’t honor the footsteps of fools. If we by our own selfish desires and sin find ourselves not only off the path but knee-deep in the camp of the enemy, then getting everything we need to overcome may just reside in a pair of good legs and enough oxygen in the blood to get us out of there with barely our skin.

Back to the bully, running is defeat, and results in two things that only a good God could even remotely turn to positive; it reduces the value, the stature of our would-be hero in the eyes of most of the groupies watching, those eyes of the child himself being the greatest effected. A shift of energies takes place and all the energetic physicality that makes up this particular person becomes a bit diminished as the result, they, in essence, believe themselves to be less than they were only moments before. Popular phrases that one will often hear include; “Once a coward always a coward,” “You chicken,” or “Run piggy run” these just being a few terms, that have been associated with people who flee. God’s ability to even turn this into positive is without dispute, for no other reason than just because He said so, but we will have to reserve this topic for future writing. Most importantly in this scenario, the person doing the running believes a sort of diminishing has taken place on their entire being, this belief-based spiritual change has the most devastating effect on us.

The second effect of running and one that seems to be further perpetuated by those who promote the bully in the first place is that it builds the confidence of said bully. Making it more likely he will just do his mouthing-off again, louder next time, more often, and cause even more damage in the direct vicinity. The digression or increase in negative energy is the very elemental energy that feeds the demon. Creatures that have had all goodness, light, love, peace, or compassion taken from them, have only negative energies available such as hate or fear in which to realize some recognition of gain. Fear becomes the food or drug of the bully.

So confident becomes the bully, that in time he doesn’t even care if other people learn the truth of him, he becomes overconfident in his own elevated status, he could care less of victims of his past or where he has been, so much so that he doesn’t even look back. And why should he, only the conquered reside behind him? But it is in his confidence that he exposes his weakness.

The medical community, the system as a whole would have us chose the second platform of performance, the “just bend over and take it, one.” It has gotten to the point that even to question the absolute authority of their recommendations as to how to deal with affliction bullies is met with aggressive opposition, basically; “Put your mask on and shut up,” “if you don’t do what I say you could lose your insurance,” “oh, by the way, take the vaccine, even if you have heard it may be dangerous.”

Taking a hit, on a Quantum Awareness level would be the equivalent of realizing that the only way these depressing energies could possibly have an effect on you or any member of your family is because you turn a blind eye to what they are attempting to do. The mere focusing of your attention on the truth has the effect of illuminating the situation, increasing instead your vibrational status in this particular area of physical energy existence, and by increasing the light to the specific energy location, darkness has no choice but has to flee!

This is where we find the final glorious and optimal choice; “Stand and fight!”

“Standing and Fighting” grants and demonstrates certain and absolute victorious parts! Victory is victory!

By definition first, a person must stand; get up, rise, look up, take that first step in Quantitative Awareness that brings the soul out of the valley and up the slope of the Godly mountain, never to return. Now with this image carries a meaning of an immediate and direct increase in stature and almost heavenly perspective allowing the mountain climber to look back down and get a clear vision, or reality as to what is going on down there. When a person rises to the occasion they grow larger and stronger, their vibration increases in intensity and frequency, an indirect counter-reaction occurs, their opponent must decrease, remember for “every action in the universe there is an equal and opposite reaction,” if by no other means then just simple vantage point. As a person being attacked gets higher, the object against which one stands and views in visual appearance becomes smaller.

To stand also implies “to find” a firm foundation, one can only successfully achieve a firm foundation if they press against something also firm, the rock being the strongest, but make no mistake even deep foundations in the sand, the key being deep, can be a significant pillar for resistance. God describes studying the Word as finding a deep foundation or building on the rock, so learning truths, discovering spiritual truths, shining light in the dark, energizing dormant portions of our own being, all must apply.

As I have already stated the physical changes that one will benefit from in standing and fighting, those being first an increase of the defender, and a decrease of the attacker are invaluable. These are immediate and Godly provisions given by the natural laws that nobody can deny, promised to each and every one of us, it is these provisions that the enemy would so desperately deny us in our very existence. It is, for this reason, all of their would-be solutions aka pain pills, sedatives, tension relievers have a “dumbing down,” clouding of the mind, a sort of placing veils over the eyes of people who chose to use them affect. There is movement in dark entities as well, and that movement is backward into a realm the giant never looks at because he has no experience there, it’s called retreating or fleeing.

Let us examine further a historical event of overcoming a Bully, nothing demonstrates the power of supernatural belief over the physical like the depiction of David and Goliath especially in the area of supernatural effects, those just under the skin.

What must have gone through Goliath’s mind, and maybe even that dark hole which represents his heart, when David walked out there unto the battle plane? And we might even possibly take a glance at what may have been going on supernaturally, in and around the environment. Remember on a quantum level Goliath is only slightly bigger than the smallest virus, but in the eyes of all the people then he was a monster not only in stature but reputation. Then up steps a boy!

First, in Goliath’s challenging experience everyone who had ever faced him ran, only the poor unfortunate’s that he may have chased down, who might have fought back in some kind of pathetic defense did so pathetically as he dished out his cruel blows, moving if at all, always in a groveling fashion away from him, whimpering in fear. For an oversized opponent, forward motion has its advantages, forward momentum of any type is a force that must be resisted, held in check, overcome, and eventually overpowered in order to turn a retreating and eventually defeated posture into anything that might resemble victory. A very difficult situation when facing something that big, no maybe the largest warrior to ever step up in history.

So when Goliath saw someone step up and faced him, even just a boy moving towards him rather than away, most likely a twinge of doubt from witnessing something new and yet unseen must have at least tickled the edges of his senses. It wasn’t tickling the hordes of the supernatural cronies watching, for the wave of force that shot through their ranks most assuredly shook them to their black bones. We can call it a wave of righteous fear, a blast of truth that would mimic the initial brightness of an atomic bomb in the supernatural. Kind of like, suddenly lighting a flair in a dark cave.

Goliath was bigger than anyone, so fighting from a height advantage in downward blows allowed him to engage much stronger muscle groups than having to fight upward. Goliath was used to only forward motion, using his imposing size, weight, and great strength to do most of his work for him. Most of the people he had ever fought by the time he caught up to them, were so afraid they barely offered any resistance at all, merely laid there and whimpered as the Bully dished out his cruel blows.

When David stood his ground, this increased advantage, even if it had been but a slight decreasing effect on Goliath, was a decrease none-the-less! Anyone who participates in any kind of top sports activity, or fighting, will tell you momentum is a powerful thing, and when someone starts a downward or decreasing trend, it is ultimately coupled with some kind of loss and or pain.

Next, David not only took Goliath’s insults and threats but laughed at them and responded with his own, backed by the power of the Creator of the Universe! Oops! Suddenly Goliath’s words that usually made his opponents quiver, made this person laugh, but notice Goliath wasn’t laughing, he was too busy shaking from The Lion’s Roar, the flash of blinding light, he just heard! Something was seriously wrong here for Goliath, and for the first time in his life, he might have even felt that cold chill going up throughout his spine, and if he wasn’t, he, sure as hell, should have been!

Momentum shifting from Goliath moving forward his whole life, to being suddenly held in check, someone stepping up, something is definitely different, something has gone wrong for him, the great Goliath is shrinking in stature, and getting less than expected result from his threats, even resulting in a further diminishing on the bullies part. Momentum had definitely shifted!

Goliath threw out his last desperate comments, trying to weaken David with statements such as; “You come at me like a dog, with a stick.” His comment was not as much of a joke, but a feeble attempt to assure everyone watching and maybe even himself that what he saw with his own eyes wasn’t reality, attempted lies on his part, they love to spout their lies even up to the end, for it was designed to make David believe he is ill-equipped to the task. But really who is trying to convince, because God Himself who created everything equipped David with everything he needed to overcome, and Goliaths negative energies spouting out of his yap would have no effect on the brightened illuminated realms of Davids realized truths.

David’s faith and the trust he had, gave him everything he would need from God to defeat this man, so he threw the insult right back stating that Goliath’s weapons were nothing compared to that of the Living God. And if Goliath’s eyes weren’t wide with fear at the power of these words, they were the moment the giant took but a single step forward and David started running straight towards him!

At every turn, victory was accomplished, and the actual deliverance had not even been dealt out yet. In everyone’s eyes, natural and in the supernatural, there was no doubt as to the sudden cease and immediate reversal of the momentum.

I can imagine on the barren plane of the supernatural where a horde of demonic legions, the cronies, the groupies, stood up until then confidently moving comfortably forward against the children of God, riding on the backside of Goliath’s image, the attack’s and effect’s of the constant bombardment of fear, doubt, hopelessness, rejection, abandonment, and doom, must have been nearly overpowering to the soldiers of God’s army.

But the moment they registered the blast of light created by the image of someone actually attacking Goliath, many a troop probably were so gripped in paralyzing oppression, that they were too busy protecting their soft underbellies in some kind of fetal self-comfort, to even pick up the sword and shield that lied only hands reach from them. I can hardly imagine the hot blast that must have flowed over them like boiling anointing oil as the demon horde immediately stopped the attack, withdrawing into their own defensive positioning at the sign of the sudden and direct momentum shift exploding in front of them, like the explosion a thousand suns or bright holy light!

I can almost hear thousands of smaller demons squealing and running in every direction almost immediately as the lights went on! “A Scattering of the Roaches” does apply here very nicely! There must have also been an immediate chaotic withdrawing of the more herd animal-type troops, first pulling back hard and then maybe interlocking the shields in some kind of desperate counter defensive. This had no doubt, sent that physical twinge up the spine of not only Goliath but all of the Philistine troops assembled, cold and lonely was its chill as all the supernatural dark forces they had so depended on were running like frightened little bugs. A direct opposite; the counter anointing, the refreshing warmth that thrust power and confidence into the souls and bodies of the Israeli army, as they saw fear manifest in the eyes of their enemies, the empowerment that confidence grants must have erupted in their very hearts.

But I also know when David charged, any demons of herd animal status, the entire front lines, dropped everything and ran, even trampling those who were not as fortunate to get out of the way. That’s what herd animals do when someone charges. Ripples of fear and fiery Godly retribution sent choking shivers through the remaining demonic soldiers, and this feeling was backed by the power and presence of the God who created the universe.

The Stone, the hurdling of the rock, the spoken manifestation, the small representation of the word of God, even in its simplest form, was all it took to open the floodgates of God’s deliverance. David could have thrown anything, a knife, a spitball, a feather, the giant was already doomed, but throwing the simplest small seemingly insignificant thing, a stone, out a single small piece of the spoken Word was all it took. This is a clear demonstration of even the slightest smallest word in the quantum realm can be spoken against any giants when backed by the belief of truth resulting in the same effect and likewise vanquishing of any darkness.

Once contact was made the result was immediate and sealed. Down onto his face, Goliath fell, back exposed, demons of all ranks were running for their lives, very much emulated in the natural as the armies of the Philistine who also broke rank and ran.

At this point, all that remained was the mopping up! David casually walks up and takes Goliath’s head with his own sword, his victory prize to present to the king. The armies of the Living God pursue now in frenzied strength, I am sure empowered by the Angelic horde that wraps themselves in and around all of the arms and souls of the Lord’s army until all of the opposing force had been hunted down and killed. The Bible speaks of bodies being scattered across the countryside. It took a little time, and effort, but the victory was granted long before the army was ever destroyed.

 

By Peter Colla

“Lord help us see the lies that would place us in fear, gain the wisdom to look to You, and realize the strength to stand up to the Bully and fight.”

For more information about our books such as Heal Yourself; “For God’s Sake” or soon to be released; Quantum Ascension In Health, Wellness, and Healthcare contact Anna and Peter at posture.is.everything@gmail.com

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John F. Kennedy, President Trump, Call Him What You Want; “Superman Returns”

Posted on December 23, 2020 by paulorpeter

Living across the landscape of our quintessential realizations a marked awareness is transpiring that speaks to the very soul of existence within anyone who may be looking. Posturing on the heels of the perhaps one of the greatest Presidents our country has ever known, not because of sacrifice, or war, or even revolutionary courage, well perhaps maybe because of that; John F. Kennedy came to the realization that our country had some real and significant flaws residing deep within, and on the cusp of vowing to reveal and remove them forever he was killed for it.

This fact along with many others has long been speculated, revealing with it a conjuring of an image of anticipated judgment no less painful than seeing a young boy saluting his father in ceremonial farewells. Being myself too young to feel the real impact of these images or his passing, it took until my own adulthood to see the man the boy became and realize perhaps the significance of much of what he seemed to stand for. 


Truth, honesty, a sort of realism that personified itself far beyond the mere title a name such as Kennedy may conjure, one had to say when seeing JFK Jr. speak or interview on one or another late-night show a sense of something different spoke within a spirit of someone who might be watching. Drawn to his real down to earth enunciations, devoid of what a person might usually associate with entitlement or pomp usually seen among the children of the elite, I had almost immediately realized that a true son of his most noble father has arisen from the ashes of one of our greatest Presidential fathers.

I had to say even then the idea of such a person expressing interest in governing our country, if only in far off New York, gave me immediate reassurance that finally someone of true merit, a man of honor, a true son of that great President everyone spoke of in my youth, finally has appeared. I can remember almost to the day when I heard his plane was lost and John F. Kennedy Jr. was presumed dead, and I couldn’t help feel the sheer sadness and almost disbelief as in my spirit as I almost felt; “My God, I don’t believe it, Superman has died.”

Many years have passed by, and much of the darkest rumors of hidden truths only speculated by the fewest who sit on the fringe, then only daring to even investigate seem slow but with increasing frequency to surface and begin now to prove ultimately true. Hidden secrets of long suspected evil satanic societies bathed in power and riches, yet so unsatisfied in their own lives that the quest for power, control, and evil so dominates them, they would perpetrate unthinkable horrors even against our own children and humanity itself.

Deep down any of the rabbit holes, the same base players seemed to emerge prompting a person to wonder if perhaps the reoccurring basic evil is behind every single tragedy that befalls us? It is commonly reported by the greatest scientific minds that the deeper one delves into the truths and the closer one looks into anything the more obvious it is that God truly exists. I would counter to this statement that the closer one evaluates acts of evil, lies, or murderous contention acted out against the most innocent of our society no matter what elemental part of that society, one would find the same basic players pulling the strings and ultimately the one above all whispering in their ears to be satan himself.

I like many others who have dared to find these truths and then have the audacity to speak them ultimate pay the price of humiliation, ruination, and even in some cases death, it was no surprise to me to later find out that JFK Jr. had dedicated his life to finding and bringing to justice the true killers of his father. Understanding even then, that going up against Hillary Clinton even if merely in a Senate seat could be the most dangerous of undertakings, and one basically placing him or his family at grave risk fighting a fight seemingly far removed from his ultimate goal to avenge his father.

People who have never lost that someone so closed to them they feel like they have lost a part of themselves cannot understand the loss that resides or the hole left unfilled in a person. Losing a father that was so close to a son, only to later in life find the truth of who the real killers where and more sinisterly the network behind his murder, would no doubt place within such a man a drive to do anything, sacrifice any self-fulfillment, give up any sense of personal achievement, to see justice found against those who think they had gotten away with it.

Many regular people never live through such loss, and cannot even begin to grasp at such deep calling in a man’s spirit as that, but I understand it all too well. I too lost my first wife on the very eve of her delivering our second child in what was then reported to me as a simple car crash. It wasn’t until all these years later that I had through God’s grace had revealed to me physical evidence that the accident was not merely an accident, but she and our unborn child may have been taken in a ritualistic sacrifice. Anyone who knew her would tell you she was a true star seed.

Knowing what a man knows, and understanding that there are people out there who have such contempt and disregard for innocent life, believing their own selfish desires for blood supersede the very essence of human decency, it is no surprise to me to hear our then Candidate Donald Trump would dedicate his presidency and vow to eradicate this form of trafficking from our country for good. It was with only this single statement that I knew not only would I trust and support him, but felt deep in my heart he may actually be anointed by Jesus Christ God Himself to finally and successfully accomplish this goal started by President Kennedy all those years before?

It was only this year or two that I began to hear a tale of such profundity that finally, and truly, justice could and would be ushered out to these villains. At first, the ideas, speculation, even revelations came only as whispers, dared only to be spoken among the smallest group of confidants. For everyone sensed the vast nature of evil that seemed to control every part of our society but few dared to even speak their names for fear that such evil may actually exist?

But it was also around this time that another whisper appeared speaking softly of another not dead, but hiding, joining forces with our now great President and others in a daring Quest, an almost Quantum Quest to expose and perhaps forever rid our entire society of these evils that have not only sought to control all of us but to enslave and ultimately destroy us. Images appeared of a man who’s posturing, voice, enunciations, even faint physical markings on a hand left no doubt in the eye of another who happens to have an eye to notice such subtle nuances as well as recognize the improbability of them being fabricated, perhaps these whispers may actually be true.

Then add to it the heart of the words spoken by him with wisdom, and not just learned wisdom but earned wisdom, that which can only be revealed in the words of someone who has lost as I have. For it is because I have been there, do I understand the resonances laden within the intentions of such words, and that is Godly vengeance!

Could it be true, could a man who understands the vast perplexity of such a Biblical undertaking be willing to sacrifice a life of leisure, wealth, or even comfort in exchange for what would appear to be a solitary life, be willing to give it all up, face villainous slander and hatred, even place at risk his own family he loves all to merely to do what he knows in his heart is right, to finally bring to justice those who have done him such evil? Answer; absolutely, I would, President Trump did, General Flynn did, and so did so many others who would gladly give up everything for the chance to bring to justice those who knowingly have harmed a man’s loved ones.

Seeing images of a man driving his Red Austin Martin, speaking words of faith, reassuring the people that those “Fuckers” are going to pay, and they are not going to get away with their lies, thefts, and deceits any longer, not only brings a Godly light to my heart, it brings a tear of joy to this man eye. I might as well be sitting in that car with him enjoying the ride and watching the show. The good guys got them, and the truth will be revealed, just wait and see.

Oh yes, I have no doubt; Jesus Christ, Donald Trump, John F. Kennedy, JFK Jr, Juan O’ Savin, call him what you want?

“Superman Returns”

It is with honor and sincerity I write these words;

Peter Colla

“Dear Lord protect, empower, and grant success to the many Mighty Men and Women You have commissioned in this end-times war. Help all of us as the illumination of awareness is finally and miraculously realized.”

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John F. Kennedy, President Trump, Call Him What You Want; “Superman Returns”

Posted on December 23, 2020 by paulorpeter

Living across the landscape of our quintessential realizations a marked awareness is transpiring that speaks to the very soul of existence within anyone who may be looking. Posturing on the heels of the perhaps one of the greatest Presidents our country has ever known, not because of sacrifice, or war, or even revolutionary courage, well perhaps maybe because of that; John F. Kennedy came to the realization that our country had some real and significant flaws residing deep within, and on the cusp of vowing to reveal and remove them forever he was killed for it.

This fact along with many others has long been speculated, revealing with it a conjuring of an image of anticipated judgment no less painful than seeing a young boy saluting his father in ceremonial farewells. Being myself too young to feel the real impact of these images or his passing, it took until my own adulthood to see the man the boy became and realize perhaps the significance of much of what he seemed to stand for. 


I had to say even then the idea of such a person expressing interest in governing our country, if only in far off New York, gave me immediate reassurance that finally someone of true merit, a man of honor, a true son of that great President everyone spoke of in my youth, finally has appeared. I can remember almost to the day when I heard his plane was lost and John F. Kennedy Jr. was presumed dead, and I couldn’t help feel the sheer sadness and almost disbelief as in my spirit as I almost felt; “My God, I don’t believe it, Superman has died.”

Many years have passed by, and much of the darkest rumors of hidden truths only speculated by the fewest who sit on the fringe, then only daring to even investigate seem slow but with increasing frequency to surface and begin now to prove ultimately true. Hidden secrets of long suspected evil satanic societies bathed in power and riches, yet so unsatisfied in their own lives that the quest for power, control, and evil so dominates them, they would perpetrate unthinkable horrors even against our own children and humanity itself.

Deep down any of the rabbit holes, the same base players seemed to emerge prompting a person to wonder if perhaps the reoccurring basic evil is behind every single tragedy that befalls us? It is commonly reported by the greatest scientific minds that the deeper one delves into the truths and the closer one looks into anything the more obvious it is that God truly exists. I would counter to this statement that the closer one evaluates acts of evil, lies, or murderous contention acted out against the most innocent of our society no matter what elemental part of that society, one would find the same basic players pulling the strings and ultimately the one above all whispering in their ears to be satan himself.

I like many others who have dared to find these truths and then have the audacity to speak them ultimate pay the price of humiliation, ruination, and even in some cases death, it was no surprise to me to later find out that JFK Jr. had dedicated his life to finding and bringing to justice the true killers of his father. Understanding even then, that going up against Hillary Clinton even if merely in a Senate seat could be the most dangerous of undertakings, and one basically placing him or his family at grave risk fighting a fight seemingly far removed from his ultimate goal to avenge his father.

People who have never lost that someone so closed to them they feel like they have lost a part of themselves cannot understand the loss that resides or the hole left unfilled in a person. Losing a father that was so close to a son, only to later in life find the truth of who the real killers where and more sinisterly the network behind his murder, would no doubt place within such a man a drive to do anything, sacrifice any self-fulfillment, give up any sense of personal achievement, to see justice found against those who think they had gotten away with it.

Many regular people never live through such loss, and cannot even begin to grasp at such deep calling in a man’s spirit as that, but I understand it all too well. I too lost my first wife on the very eve of her delivering our second child in what was then reported to me as a simple car crash. It wasn’t until all these years later that I had through God’s grace had revealed to me physical evidence that the accident was not merely an accident, but she and our unborn child may have been taken in a ritualistic sacrifice. Anyone who knew her would tell you she was a true star seed.

Knowing what a man knows, and understanding that there are people out there who have such contempt and disregard for innocent life, believing their own selfish desires for blood supersede the very essence of human decency, it is no surprise to me to hear our then Candidate Donald Trump would dedicate his presidency and vow to eradicate this form of trafficking from our country for good. It was with only this single statement that I knew not only would I trust and support him, but felt deep in my heart he may actually be anointed by Jesus Christ God Himself to finally and successfully accomplish this goal started by President Kennedy all those years before?

It was only this year or two that I began to hear a tale of such profundity that finally, and truly, justice could and would be ushered out to these villains. At first, the ideas, speculation, even revelations came only as whispers, dared only to be spoken among the smallest group of confidants. For everyone sensed the vast nature of evil that seemed to control every part of our society but few dared to even speak their names for fear that such evil may actually exist?

But it was also around this time that another whisper appeared speaking softly of another not dead, but hiding, joining forces with our now great President and others in a daring Quest, an almost Quantum Quest to expose and perhaps forever rid our entire society of these evils that have not only sought to control all of us but to enslave and ultimately destroy us. Images appeared of a man who’s posturing, voice, enunciations, even faint physical markings on a hand left no doubt in the eye of another who happens to have an eye to notice such subtle nuances as well as recognize the improbability of them being fabricated, perhaps these whispers may actually be true.

Then add to it the heart of the words spoken by him with wisdom, and not just learned wisdom but earned wisdom, that which can only be revealed in the words of someone who has lost as I have. For it is because I have been there, do I understand the resonances laden within the intentions of such words, and that is Godly vengeance!

Could it be true, could a man who understands the vast perplexity of such a Biblical undertaking be willing to sacrifice a life of leisure, wealth, or even comfort in exchange for what would appear to be a solitary life, be willing to give it all up, face villainous slander and hatred, even place at risk his own family he loves all to merely to do what he knows in his heart is right, to finally bring to justice those who have done him such evil? Answer; absolutely, I would, President Trump did, General Flynn did, and so did so many others who would gladly give up everything for the chance to bring to justice those who knowingly have harmed a man’s loved ones.

Seeing images of a man driving his Red Auston Martin, speaking words of faith, reassuring the people that those “F-rs” are going to pay, and they are not going to get away with their lies, thefts, and deceits any longer, not only brings a Godly light to my heart, it brings a tear of joy to this man eye. I might as well be sitting in that car with him enjoying the ride and watching the show. The good guys got them, and the truth will be revealed, just wait and see.

Oh yes, I have no doubt; Jesus Christ, Donald Trump, John F. Kennedy, JFK Jr, Juan O’ Savin, call him what you want?

“Superman Returns”

By Paulorpeter

“Dear Lord Jesus help us all to have the courage to see through not only the tasks we wish for our lives, but the strength and courage step down the path you have for us.”

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