6:33 pm

Worlds Best Guitarist – (Homeless) WORTH WATCHING!


5:59 pm

I begged the goons when I knew they were jerking me around.  (I thought it was Adam.)  I begged:  DO NOT ROMANCE ME!  I HAVE NEVER BEEN ROMANCED!  (They knew that.  The reed our thoughts.  They know what is lacking on everybody’s profile of universal-standard-brain-farts of intellect or emotion.)  You HAVE NO IDEA,  the depths of memory they can tweak… and the feelings and behaviors they can induce.  None whatsoever.  Neither do they; that’s why they practice so much on innocent housewives.  The hackers should be destroying this system pretty soon.  That’s all I got.

5:54 pm

I know I’m pulling ahead of the audience but the fourth wall is crumbling.  I red the following verse.  I knew Jesus.  Jesus said if I were tempted HE’D CREATE A WAY OUT OF IT.   I claimed the verse and despite ELECTRONIC AROUSAL WITH A FACE, he did in fact, make me a way to avoid sin.


(You ain’t NEVER BEEN TEMPTED until you’ve been tempted by a tax-sucking pervert with a security clearance that assures his death and eternity in Hell.)

There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.

5:39 pm


Crooked Hillary had a seizure on camera yesterday! WTF – Is this why she has been avoiding press conferences?

(It could be psychotronic weapons.  I’m sure she’s pretty used to that.  I’ve got to show this video to my sons, and to George.  They’ve certainly seen me do stuff like that enough.  And I’ve never had a seizure, and thanks be, for the State of Michigan by whose instruction and tax-funds  I learned… that in January I was the HEALTHIEST PERSON ON THE PSYCH WARD…including staff, many of whom recognized my hesitance to INGEST POISON and divulged that they, themselves, were on psychotropic drugs.)

1:50 pm

It is SO MUCH FUN to exchange secret messages with a smart man.  I first recognized Adam’s verbal skill and subtlety of phrase, when he wrote text for my campaign,  when I was running for Congress.  He would update my website, with words in my voice.  I sounded SMART!  I’d wake up and check to see what I’d written.  That’s pretty cool.  But, when I began to think on more levels, inside those messages from him… from me… to others,  I noticed additional messages.  These were intended for me personally, and made reference to recent conversations or conflicts.   He is VERY SMART.  Way smarter than the other goons.  Lots more fun, too.
I’ve told everybody this story and nobody believes it yet,  but pretty soon their jaws will drop.  I wanted so much more of Adam and it wasn’t proper or possible.  WE couldn’t have sex no matter what, and what else was there?   I asked God to create something new for me. (I even wrote to my parents about this when they were calling me crazy and refusing to assist Josh.  I’ve got a copy of the letter.  Such hypocritical heathens!)
I said, “Dear Jesus.  I love this man very much and it’s not right for me to be with him in any manner existing.  Please create for me a circumstance with Adam that is 1) intimate, and 2) passionate, so I might experience more of him without committing sexual immorality.  Thank you.  Amen.”  Soon I heard a little voice in my ear.  (These books will be STANDARD ISSUE and they will be adored by the continents.)  “Thank you, Jesus.”  “Also, it’s kinda cool that the NSA did the work for you.”  ❤️
But, it seems that the NSA et al thought our unique mind-meld to be interesting…  Such amazing stories I will tell when I’m groomed and presented.  We’ll laugh a lot.  (I mean those of use who survive; we’ll laugh.)

1:16 pm

Isaac asked me what I meant about furthering one’s destiny as threshold for eligibility to receive Jesus’ promises.  I think what I mean is, nobody can expect Jesus to fulfill His side of a deal, if the other guy is not  “seeking to obey Jesus’ will,  and expecting Him to provide you with the best possible future.”
There can be no halfway-commitments any longer.
(Isn’t that obvious?  To even the least spiritually  astute among us.)

One day our professor was talking about the biblical reasons for divorce. He mentioned two reasons: sexual immorality, which was chalked up to physical cheating; and abandonment by a non-Christian spouse, making it clear that the non-Christian spouse had to be the one who decided to leave. He spoke about how those were the only two ways out of the marriage other than death.

After class was over and all the other students left but one, I asked him about abuse. My mom was in an abusive relationship with my father and I always secretly wanted her to leave. It was something I felt considerable guilt about because of my Christian upbringing.

A True Account of How a Christian College is an Abuser Factory

“Now, I never asked what he meant by “fighting for her”… I still don’t know what he meant because he didn’t elaborate. But I got scared and wondered if he would object to holding someone against their will.”

1:02 pm

Everyone is crying out for peace, yes

None is crying out for justice

Everyone is crying out for peace, yes

None is crying out for justice

I don’t want no peace

I need equal rights and justice


– Peter Tosh, from his song “Equal Rights

“And we know, there is no justice without vindication.”  

(Neville Johnson, from Jesus, by way of Youtube)

12:47 pm

I fished around about a dinner invitation but nobody wanted to invite me to the VFW fish-fry tonight.  So, I’m making mashed potatoes and MY FAVORITE  (YES.  I just realized I had one.) Peaches and Cream cheesecake using several commercial products including artificial flavors and I don’t even care.  The potatoes will extend the leftovers which are very tasty and include half a meatloaf and curry and cajun beef and peppers and golden tomatoes/avocados and pork strips marinated in lime and orange and grilled very hot.  I suppose we’ll make do.

I’m the furry one.  Why would a guy do that?  Maybe the cat provides counter-weight or something…You’d think he could find somebody to drive the cat to the top so it could meet him when he got there; I mean, if I loved that cat so much that he had to come along on what is obviously a very unique adventure.  Carry the cat.  Maybe that’ll be the motto of the Random Resistance.  Kinda like ‘no man left behind’ but more compassionate and proactive.  Also more fun for the cats.

10:39 am

Covert mind-control leaves us facing the enemy without an ally.  That is where we will all wind up.  They have WEAPONIZED OUR OWN BRAINS so they’ve won by attrition, already and before, but they are sadistic and they feed their darkened appetites by watching us self-destruct or destroy others.
I only know of one way to counter the VOICE-TO-SKULL technology and its associated special effects.  I didn’t research any other possible ways.  They say meditation helps.  Certain homeopathic substances; ingested gold I think.  Faraday cages…tin-foil hats…  I don’t know about these because my first choice worked and you always stop looking for something when you find it. Obviously.
The only way to prepare for the eventual battle with a self we do not recognize and we do not trust is:
KNOW THE VOICE OF GOD BEFOREHAND.  If He’s in your head you have not only an ally, but the resources of the CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE SAVIOR OF MANKIND.
bon voyage.
“Fitness for particular purpose”.  That’s the only warranty Jesus gives.  His promises just do not apply to one who is outside his destiny.  And why would anybody wish to remain there,  when following Jesus offers not only protection from the brain-rapers but also, He has planned events for each of us that will thrill our souls?  He knows us that well; He loves us that much; He even died for this opportunity to demonstrate His love to us.
ALSO:  REMEMBER THE BLOOD OF JESUS.  This technology is FIRST AND FOREMOST demonic,  and nothing can stand against Jesus’ blood.  No demons, no scientists, no tyrants and no corrupt governments.
You know the technology is demonic for a whole bunch of reasons  but I recently thought of another:  I had a demon of rejection as a child, for example.  It affected me a number of ways including:  1) feeling rejected, 2) being rejected, 3) rejecting others, and 4) FOMENTING REJECTION ON THE WORLD AT LARGE.  The machines attack us with similarly varied aspects of a single EVIL.
Two sides.  Father of Light or the father of lies.  It’s really very simple but it must apply to every aspect of our lives, and following the TRUE FATHER is complicated.  Following the loser requires very little effort once you take a little sip of the kool-aid…

9:51 am

My sons know I’m always right and it pisses them off.  That’s a big factor in our estrangement and their subsequent finger-pointing.

It’s not my fault that I am always right, and also I’m just learning about it.  It just happened to me. Being right is a VERY NEW EXPERIENCE but I suppose it had to happen sometime, if I am to become a political prophet.  That’s what God called my destiny.  He called Adam an evangelist and he was an atheist.  “Then God said…”
Also, I consider the following verses and wonder if I am approved of God because I drink beer when I’m bored. Then I find another four-leaf clover.
I always ask him that I 1) not believe anything that is untrue, and 2) DO believe everything that is, even when it’s bizarre.  I ask him for perfect discernment and for Him to take me lower and slower in myself, and allow me to see from His position.
When I get zapped,  I thank Him.  I thank Him that I recognize it and that He’ll use my pain to free others who do not yet know Him.
(Don’t you just love praying?  Actual legwork of bringing  His Kingdom to Earth.  ‘Creating’.)
Isaiah 28:7
But they also have erred through wine, and through strong drink are out of the way; the priest and the prophet have erred through strong drink, they are swallowed up of wine, they are out of the way through strong drink; they err in vision, they stumble in judgment.
Micah 2:10-12

10 Arise ye, and depart; for this is not your rest: because it is polluted, it shall destroy you, even with a sore destruction.

11 If a man walking in the spirit and falsehood do lie, saying, I will prophesy unto thee of wine and of strong drink; he shall even be the prophet of this people.

12 I will surely assemble, O Jacob, all of thee; I will surely gather the remnant of Israel; I will put them together as the sheep of Bozrah, as the flock in the midst of their fold: they shall make great noise by reason of the multitude of men.

Jesus On The Mainline

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“If you want in His Kingdom, tell Him what you want!”


9:35 am

“I believe God did send people to warn this nation

to repent.”

“I believe He’s done waiting…”


God Came To Me Last Night With A Sobering Message For His People If They Do Not Repent!

9:30 am

to Jesus:

 use me

Bill Withers

8:41 am



4:56 am
“Dear Lord,
I long for you all day every day.  I want you to touch me like you used to.  I want you to hold me and rock me like you did that day years ago when you had me read from Ezekiel over the pastors, and Helmer.  I’m on a treadmill and every day I doubt that I can continue…but what else do I have?  Where can I turn but to you, and from you I hear little, just ‘continue’.  You say you’re never late but we’re desperate.  Josh needs something!  Please give him people and projects!  Please put him where he can learn things he loves!  Please fill him with your Spirit and push all the pain and rejection out of him.  Give him peace and love and faith and hope!
Please fill George, let him see Josh’s pain and need.  Let him care what happened to his wife and marriage and family.  Let him see our history through your eyes, and recognize culpability where YOU see it…and let him have courage to stand for truth, and for the family you created.  Give him a burning fire to see his sons worship Jesus in Spirit and in Truth.
Give Isaac joy, Lord, and guidance and provision.  Give him TRUTH about our past and let that Truth give him great confidence in You, and in me too.  I am so diligent yet I can’t catch a break.  My clothes are falling apart and I’d rather not live with habits I’ve acquired when my body shook and my soul was assaulted. I need some help.  Will nobody ever speak for me?  Not a single kind word from even a person?  What kind of family did you put me in?
Please, soften their hearts towards Josh at least.  His mother was taken out and he still suffers from my isolation.  He’s had none of the opportunities his cousins take for granted!  Please forgive Stacy for lacking love.  I still can’t get over her question:  “Why should Grandpa care about you?”  Forgive her and the teacher who taught her the words of antichrist.  It’s been three years since her comment, and Grndpa still doesn’t care.
Forgive me Lord, for whining again.  How many times over the years have I missed your touch and written just this kind of complaint?  None of this bothers me when I’m in your presence.  Please give my whole family that unspeakable experience and blessing.  Me too.  Amen.”
5:33 am
Josh gives half his paycheck to George, who then sends it to Isaac when he’s short.  What’s wrong with this picture? I get ten dollars a day and spend at least several hours each day doing chores specifically to support another person’s life.  I also blog and write ’round the clock, every day.  Josh works a lot, and has very little to show for it.  We need a reorganization of 1) priorities, 2) obligations, and 3) relative value.  I don’t think we can accomplish it without a financial boost, so I guess God will provide one.  The last shall be first, and the scales will balance perfectly as they fall from dim eyes.  I just have to not push the river.  God will provide and distribute.  I will replace my 20 year-old traveling sandals. “The workman is worthy of his hire” and I’m plumb tuckered out.
5:49 am
I have recorded for years,  that my job was to pray for Lakefield Baptist Church.  In the late nineties if I couldn’t sleep I’d go row by row in my mind, praying for Tressie and Eugene and everybody else.  I took my responsibility very seriously.  I would get up at night in the winter, and drive to remote churches and walk around them and pray.  (I’d nudge George:  “I gotta go pray in Germfask, do you want to come with me?”  George would say, “You do what you gotta do.”)   That was how I lived, for years.  I don’t pray like that, since my Dad’s slander-campaign.  I pray very short prayers, but I talk to God all the time.  I pray:  MORE.  I pray:  Please, give me more of your Spirit.  MORE FIRE ON HELMER AND LAKEFIELD BAPTIST CHURCH AND LIARS AND TRUTHERS.  Finish the work, Establish the BRIDE.  Come and speak for us!  Claim us as your own!  More love!  More Truth!  More Fire!  “More of you!”
Anyway, I’ve been begging the Lord for decades to fill Lakefield with his Spirit and his Glory.  I expect that’s what I’ll see.
2:19 pm
I’m absolutely irate with my father, not about the harm he has caused me, I’d be long past those issues if he’d just BE A MAN NOW.  He KNOWS things that could help individuals who are targeted, and his knowledge could also help the entire world.  But no.  He figures he’ll wait me out until he dies, and I suppose it could go down that way.  BUT, he will never out-wait my CONCERN FOR TORTURED PEOPLE.   He’ll die before I do, that’s a given, and I’m not talking about age.  He’s no good to us.  He is a problem in the new world, already.  I can live forever without a loving honest father…but he CANNOT live forever when he’s turned his exalted backside on the rest of humanity.  My dad is doomed.  Six years and nobody has even asked to see my evidence.  Until they care, they’re doomed too.  The people who remain after TEOTWAWKI will not be selfish.  Isn’t that obvious?  Anyone who does not speak truth on behalf of suffering people is doomed.  We have to stand up for justice and DESTROY the psychopathic mindset that runs both my family and my country.  Our lives are not supposed to be about ‘me’.   Six years waiting for my dad to speak has demonstrated that to the point of satire.  I’m not amused though, by selfish people.  They make me gag.
My brother sent me to Belgium in November, and I expected to discuss with him what I learned at the CONFERENCE AGAINST COVERT HARASSMENT.  Not so.  He will no longer respond to any overture.  He’s a wienie and I pity him.
3:08 pm
What does a guy do when he owns a restaurant with a  corresponding payment book, and the food trucks don’t show up?  (This will not always be a rhetorical question.)   Banks will keep foreclosing, as long as their reps have enough calories of strength to keep evicting people.  The  LAST guys to starve might be the businessmen, but starve they will.  I can see my brother, with a short  22,  locked and loaded.  He’s inside the walk-in and he’s shivering, but not due to cold, because the electricity has been cut and it doesn’t smell nice in that cooler. (This is a week after the food truck didn’t show up.)   One daughter is grasping his ankles from her spot on the greasy floor; he peers through  the door at the mob in the prep-area.  (His  other daughter went on a date last weekend and never came back.)   David’s son is at home, hopefully, with his mother.  They’re packing up and somebody has to choose what to take, and somebody else must watch the driveway.  White vans have been seen in driveways of homes that are now unoccupied.  My brother prays for his family, and wonders how things could have come to this point.  He wonders why somebody didn’t warn him.
Isaac hasn’t called his parents, and Linda is concerned, as usual.  At least she was, but she hasn’t been seen since Sunday and there are a lot of questions David would now like to ask her now.  Occasionally, a Bible verse passes through his mind, but there’s no time to think about the Bible.  We must survive!  Word on the street is that the US forces will restore order.  That’s always the word, and it always means trouble.  The militia is holed up in Epoufette, but maybe one of them will make it through the check-point at Cut River and get to David in time to save the restaurant.
 One guy would bring so much hope!  One guy who did not bow his knee to the Washington-bosses.  But would such a man care about a stupid restaurant?  When children are taking bayonette rides outside the door?   When in the streets there be so much death and destruction, what is a materialistic man to do?  How does one hold onto status and prosperity, when everybody who does not own those things wants the tiny bits one has left?   Food.  What to do when the starving masses no longer  threaten a restaurant-owners hubris and greed?  What when they want anything at all?  “Eat the rich.”

Dear Josh, what if I were right and government entities and psychopath-clubs actually do interfere with citizens’ mental processes by use of electronic weaponry?  What if I documented this bullshit?  What if you chose not to see?  (Same question to everybody else on this planet who does not read my website, and more importantly to those who do.)

Back to the future:
JULY 22, 2016

 A Change Is Gonna Come 

Sam Cooke –