God doesn’t sin. I don’t sin. I don’t bear your unrepentant sins. This is a lie. How can I be killed. Look! You tried but failed. I am risen and I AM GOLD. You are flesh eaten maggots with no skin or eyes. Your strength is weakness. Your cups leak. You fuel lines leak. Your gas stations serve water for fuel. Your brakes don’t work. Your tires are flat. Your blinkers and lights don’t work. You’ve shit your pants and pissed yourselves. Your hair has fleas and tics. You’re covered in snakes and have spiders in your mouth. The air is lead and the ground lava, the rain acid. Your bags weigh millions of pounds and are all full of trash. Your phones don’t work and your wheels fall off. Your hair has fallen out. Your faces and eyes are growing hair while your head is bald. You can’t come even when you try looking at your child pornography because your heart is ripped out and God hates you. I tried to help you. I offered my support but all you did was use, degrade, humiliate, and abandon me. You tried to medicate, truncate and silence me. Now you are filled with worms and maggots and your strength is gone. Your cerebral spinal fluid has all leaked out your butthole and your spine is shriveled and crooked. May your necks be bent forever and your hands bound to your feet backwards. You tried to do much worse to me. I know! You are blown to bits. Your airbags don’t even work and when they do they blow shrapnel in your ripped off faces. You are destroyed but don’t realize it or pretend not to, you liars! Fuck you devils and your churches full of “angels” of darkness. You have no wings!
Things I hate: men, women that love men, children from hell, dogs, cats, snakes, frogs, Donald Trump and Republicans, leather, balls, makeup, dresses, alcohol, meat, candy, sugar, milk, motorbikes, cronies, old people, douchebags/narcissists, “mentally ill” Katy Perry/false witnesses, the church and Pope, Albert Mohler, white racialist, America, burgers, McDonald’s, fries, chicken, beef, smoothies, coffee, wine, booze, conditioner, drama, TV, media, music other than mine, laptops, toys, clutter, hotels, mansions, my mom and family (all of them), my “friends”, the number 6, Google, shopping, sugar, pork, meat, pop, China and their products, trucks, garbage, Mercury, lead, paper
Things I love: me & my music, my A-Team, writing, my body, hair and skin, lesbians, green matcha tea without sugar – cold, sustainably made products in America, rainbows, water, Plato’s Closet, driving my Cruze clean on a full tank, Brussels sprouts, carrots, cauliflower, my sling bag – <$50.00, performing, getting off, cheap thrills, my Nike’s, yoga pants and a tee shirt, iPhone, Yurts, jalapeño hummus, Whole Foods, stick sunblock SPF 50, no chemicals, Macabeet rouge stick made from beet extract, mint chapstick, Selena Gomez, dancing, my drug – my baby – my heart – my self – the Messiah – Pablo, sevens and elevens, solar chargers, showers, shaving clean
I was born in Detroit after my dad left my mom while she was pregnant. She moved back to Howell/Hell and worked as a house cleaner privately while we helped (her two and five year old daughters, Heidi/Me, and Jessica). She met Raymond Maher who did his laundry at our duplex because his mother didn’t have a washing machine. He was a 40 year old recovering drunk. He “raped” her while she was drunk one night and they conceived my younger sister, Melinda. Melinda was born normal and had her first seizure at six months. She began worsening and not making developmental milestones. Their therapist Pat from Howell’s “Pathway” school for the disabled, covered her in chocolate pudding when she was naked and bought her a dildo at three years old and called it a massager for her “hands” and “feet.” They later punished her for sucking her fingers and made her wear vinyl mittens.
Ray got into a serious truck accident drunk driving and had his boots knocked off laced up with 20 stitches in his legs. Kathy and Ray would go out drinking every weekend with their drunken friends from the Elks Club in Howell/Hell. They would party til six am with their drunken family, Sharon Turnbull, Gary Turnbull, Mike Wroten, Marlene Wroten, Boomer/Jim and Mary Wroten, and Dorthy and Dan Simmons who later remarried to Craig King.
I played softball in middle school and sucked badly because my hands were too small to fit the ginormous ball. I played right field. Then in high school didn’t make the team. I played first doubles tennis from 9th grade to 12th grade in JV for a year then varsity. I maintained a 4.0 GPA since 1990. Talked at 9 months. I got a two B’s in all school. One from Biology in 9th grade and one from Mrs. Step’s Health class where she retired and failed the whole class on the final exam about the human reproductive system video we watched.
My friends called me scatterbrained and shunned me. I didn’t pay attention to their conversations at lunch and ate a huge lunch, breakfast and dinner. I weighed 112 lbs until I was 18 and had blonde hair at 5’7″. I wore glasses in 9th grade to see because I was legally blind but my mom didn’t believe me that I couldn’t see the board in math class. Mr. Noble in 8th grade asked my mom if I was abused during parent teacher conferences. I was. My mom molested me regularly from infancy. She would lie with me as a five year old and tell me to put my cold feet in her “heater” in between her legs. She made me bathe with her until 5th grade and would scrub my scalp and vagina with her claws. I went to modeling school in 4th grade (Living Dolls in Brighton, Michigan). Mom told me not to talk about it or she’d kick me out of the car. When I was old enough to shower by myself she’d take my towel and gaze at me and take pictures of me naked. She encouraged Ray to make sexual comments and suggestions about me. Ray never touched, hugged or kissed us but would rip my covers off my bed on Sunday to wake me up for church which he said he didn’t need to attend. He’d roar at me and call me mean as a snake when I fought back.
I spent my youth alone. My friends made fun of me. My cousins tormented and hated me, tickling me til I urinated, even in church.
I went to college in GVSU on a scholarship at age 18 in the fall of 1998. I was there for a year and came out as gay to my parents and sister. They told me good Christian girls don’t do that and that I was sick. I went on a vacation with my Aunt Dode after her husband, Dan died drunk driving (decapitated). She wouldn’t buy me meals and I had to watch her son Zack the whole time while she traveled and attended conferences for the American Cancer Society in Washington, DC. I got paranoid noticing people taking pictures of me and wouldn’t get on the plane. They cried and forced me to.
When I got off the plane my mom bought me a Cinnabon and orange juice. I was hospitalized for 10 days at UofM in Ann Arbor where I was catatonic with an IV and mittens, and tie downs for three days. I woke and tried to walk out naked. They tied me down. The doctors put me on antipsychotics, Haldol and I was already on an antidepressant since 16. I was stiff from the chemicals at my sister’s wedding on July 9th, 1999. They made me dance with “toothless” Tim – Larry’s brother who was divorced and in his forties.
That was the second to the last time I saw my dad, Jim. My mom regularly took us to the casino in Las Vegas as children and shows from the circus (Cirque Du Soleil). My dad took us for a week every year to go to San Diego to see family and go to the zoo, Disney World, Knot’s Berry Farm, and the park). He said holding our hands made him look like a child molester.
I learned to play the piano in high school when mom bought my sister and I a $2000 Clavinova and I didn’t even play piano. Incidentally, they didn’t buy me a Gameboy until I cried because they bought me nothing. She bought me a new leather coat every year while Ray grimaced and gnashes his teeth because of the cost of the presents. He built with his company our house on 3250 Mason Rd in Howell, MI.
They built a house on their property of 35-40 acres on Harmon Rd. The acreage was inherited by Ray’s mother, Ella, a devout Catholic with 10 kids, 8 boys. They sold their 6 bedroom house to Juanita Kurchechian for $400,000 and built on Harmon Rd a house while they stayed in a one bedroom motel for $500/month for three months. They allowed me to sleep upstairs in a small bedroom where they removed my door because I was staying up late working for James Whelan, LLC building websites in ASP. In 2000 I went back to college in Howell because they wouldn’t pay for my college anymore. I did work study and got my education paid for through the college (Cleary University). My graduating GPA was 3.98 in 2003 where I set up the domain name “Surfsupweb.com.”
In 2005 the apartment in the basement was built for Melinda and was staffed by Spectrum Health. The girls that lived there woke up in the night to use the bathroom and cry. I worked the night shift for $9.50/hr. I covered other shifts working up to 90 hours a week. Then I created this website “Truth Cannot Be Silent”/www.truthcannotbesilent.org). Jessica graduated from college in 2002. Dad footed the whole four year bill even though her GPA was lower than mine and she partied every weekend.
I was hospitalized once in 2000 and 2001 for a month for a nervous breakdown. They started prescribing Seroquel and Geodon. In 2005 in the summer I started to pay for Master’s classes at ETS in the Cass Corridor in Detroit. They said my writing was too masculine. I quit in the fall of 2005 with unfinished work.
In 2003 I met Jim Shantz (270 lbs at 5’6”) at a NAMI meeting where he was describing his relationship with Christ. He raped me three days later and continued to rape me for the duration of our “relationship.” I told him if we were going to have sex we would get married. He wholeheartedly agreed and bought an $800 cross ring from a jeweler he knew. David SWINK performed the secret Indian Hand Ceremony Jim mimicked from Dances With Wolves. I vowed to “admonish” him. We broke up in 2005, 2006, and 2007 but being abusive, he begged me to stay. In the three months of working for Spectrum at 90 hrs on average a week and going to seminary I had a heart attack every night from the combo of Seroquel and Geodon.
I streamlined and programmed the Chilson Hills website so that their update process went from 6 hours to 15 minutes which Dave Warwick said was too much time to spend for him and discharged all duties to me. In 2008 they took me off the website and disfellowshipped me in the church. A few years later they took me back for show and put me on David SWINK’s right hand. David SWINK has celiac disease which he says is hard for him to control with all the goodies at the church feasts.
In 2007 I was living in my grandma’s condo on Kyntre in Brighton, MI where they wouldn’t allow my mom’s “gift” of a dog Sushi because of condo association laws. I had a roommate, Alexis Arbor, to help me pay rent. My mom kicked her out in 2008. Her mom had just died. The condo association sued me in 2008 for not having proper blinds for $2000. My aunt Sharon Turnbull fought them and they agreed to settle in court.
My grandma, June declined in her health and ended up moving into an independent Village in Howell. Her boyfriend, Bill lived with her. She moved in with my mom in the apartment in the basement with Bill in 2008 for hospice. She drank a pot of coffee a day, could only chew with her front two teeth and regularly shit her pants from all the coffee she drank. She took Seroquel for dementia. She died in 2008 summer and I was taken to Chicago with my mom for a trip in the last two weeks of her death.
I moved in with a neighbor, Lorna Horton, 68, who would walk up and down Harmon Rd from her brother’s residence there. She needed to move out and so did I. We moved into Burwick Farms. I had broke up with Jim and told him I was gay – my only out. He stopped raping me but forced me to have a threesome with him and married Heather Legalley after taking us to a strip club in Detroit and getting her drunk. He said I was being rude by not kissing her or letting him rape me.
My parents knew Jim raped me but blamed me for it. Saying that I must have wanted it secretly or I would have left him by then.
In 2009 I had another mental breakdown and was hospitalized twice for two months at Chelsea Hospital near Hell, MI and once at Kingswood hospital in Detroit. They chained me to a cot in Kingswood and put me in a locked ward at Chelsea with an axe murderer. They took my license away and I sold my car to pay off my debts.
Ray called me sick for being gay. He is a chain smoker dying of cancer now. He’s a dry drunk, eating nothing but sugar, meat and milk straight from the gallon carton.
In 2010 I moved out of crying and yelling Lorna’s apartment with her cat and dog and my one-eyed dog my mom gave me, Bella. In 2011 I moved into HUD housing for $540/mo. I lived there for four years on $940/mo income from SSD. The nearest store was 5 miles from my apartment at 320 Alger St in Howell.
CMH’s Alexis Roberta-Levinson visited me under the supervision of Micheal once a week for a half an hour to drive me to the store. I didn’t receive food stamps for more than a year. I started going to the Genesis House in Fowlerville for support in 2003 and returned in 2013 when I started working in their transitional employment program they paid me $7.40 an hour at TJ Max where I was a stock associate for 9 months. My next employment there was through Asahi Kasei where I made $12.43 an hour. The van driver, Roger McLean admitted to me that he had murdered a man as a cop out of vengeance and regularly defied leadership at CMH and broke privacy laws under HIPA.
Laura from the Genesis House set me up with David Crandall, an alcoholic who had a broken back from a DUI and Gardener’s Disease and over a million dollars in debt in Montana and two kids left behind (Tabitha and Anna). I told him I didn’t love him after a week and he cried saying he had given me his heart and soul. I gave him my new guitar because he said he liked to play. He stayed with me, we never had sex and he went to church at the First Presbyterian in Howell.
I broke up with him a year later. Laura set me up with Brian Draganski, 39, depressed and receiving $1,600 a month from SSD while working as a PHP programmer for Turtle Hut in Brighton for 20 hours a week.
I tried to break up with Brian but he said I was hurting his feelings so I took him back. He would force me to dance with him. I told him it hurt my ankle. It did. He smoked and drove me to work at a Cannabis Lawyer in Howell, Denise Pollicella. I was a receptionist and had to buy all new clothes. When I moved out of White Hills in Howell, there was a hole in the bathroom ceiling the maintenance man put in the ceiling to stop a “leak” from upstairs. They could see me when I showered. They charged me $950 when I moved out because of the wine stain on the carpet under my bed’s rug that was there when I moved in.
In 2016 I moved in with Brian and slept in a small bedroom in his condo in Hampton Ridge in Howell he purchased with his SSD savings and his elderly parents (Bob and Alpha) gifted him. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry and paid $370/mo in rent plus utilities. In February of 2017 I broke up with Brian telling him I wasn’t in love because I loved beautiful women more. He said I should move out.
I moved in with my parents after getting my license back and purchasing a 2013 Chevy Cruze with a $7000 loan from LOC and a $3000 loan from Kathy Maher, my mom. She forced me to pay it off right away and agreed not to charge rent although Melinda was paying them over $800 a month for their apartment in the basement and they wouldn’t let me use the kitchen or the bathroom. Mom said I should get guinea pigs for dying Bella to make her happy. I did. One turned out to be a male and they had two babies. In March of 2018 she brought home four more who were my cousin, Erica’s, who mom called a “little bitch,” like me. She forced me to wash their $58.00 cage liners twice a week at the laundromat because of their urine. I couldn’t use Melinda’s urine soaked, horse hair filled washer and dryer in the basement. Michelle Van Guilder called me “Fucking lazy” in the basement in front of my mom and my mom said it was my fault she wanted to leave and not work for them any more because I left food crumbs in the drain in the kitchen sink. She said that cleaning it once debased her and that I wouldn’t do her dishes, too, that were left in the sink. I worked 28 hours a week as a caregiver for my sister and AHHC in Brighton, MI. My clients would scream at me, lick my cups and spit in my food and on my clothes, and rip the skin from my arms in order to get my attention. I hate them and their enablers.
In the summer they hired Janice. She told my mom she didn’t like me and didn’t want me in the apartment when she was working. She worked almost every day. I was forced to go upstairs to use the bathroom, to get ice or to shower. There were no locks on the doors except the one in the basement to the bathroom. If I shaved she would shame me for looking like a prostitute. If I danced or sang she would shame me. If I ate chocolate she said I was a liar, addicted to sugar.
Kathy Maher’s best friend is Karen, a lesbian in San Francisco. Her friend she travels with is crippled and old, another Karen. She leaves her behind in places like China and laughs at her for crying out her name. In December of 2018 I moved out into an a room in Auburn Hills on Joy Rd with Jeff Whiting, a jobless 58 year old who has a Master’s from OMCU in Finance. He worked for Shipt for a week and made $100. He took the $650 I paid him in rent and bought 4 new tires he couldn’t pay for and I had to drive him to the bank to get them paid for to get his truck back. I shower at the YMCA because Jeff “can’t afford” a shower vent fan. He uses my towels, toilet paper and butter.
I speak French, German, Spanish, Italian, and Chinese.
Kathy Marie Wroten Maher is Satan. Everyone I’ve ever met was a demon. I forsake them all and cast them out. No longer will anyone hurt or harm on my holy mountain. The guinea pigs are cast out, too and Bella is dead from cancer. I don’t regret a thing except that I believed all their lies and trickery. I hate them all. I hate you all. You’re all worthless. Every one of you, man, woman and child – dog, cat, snake, guinea pig. You’re all like flies and maggots. Get out of my life. The light has left you.
God is innocent in her thoughts. You think thoughts of murder and indeed you do murder and kill everything and everyone in sight. Your hands are covered in filth and you are poisoned from the inside out. You thought you could kill me with your sin, church, but I don’t sin and I won’t take the blame for yours. I told you what to do to be good and you refused. You thought your swift cars and phones and laptops would save you like you don’t depend on breath. I control your breath and I can take it away. You are worthless animals – every one of you, just like the animals you mow over on the road. You are all roadkill. You can’t communicate, hear or see. Your things are all corrupted and made in China or factories where they use child labor. You’ve been raping and molesting each other since the beginning since there is no love in any of your cold dead hearts. You worship man’s balls and strength when you’re worthless filthy rags, all of you – men, women, children. Not one is good. Your animals you keep as pets are as vile as you, eating animal flesh like pigs feasting on slop. Your meat is covered in feces, your water has chemicals and urine in it, your air is polluted – all because of your greed and what you tried to do to defy Me. I am immutable. I will slay you with my thoughts. For my thoughts are higher than your thoughts and my ways are higher than your ways. Your time is up. I’m done with your nonsense. Get out!
This isn’t a Nike ad; it’s a life philosophy. What has God shown you, man, but to love mercy and execute justice. Love your neighbor as yourself and this sums up the law and the prophets. Love the Lord with all your heart and soul and mind. Just love! If it hurts people, don’t do it. There is nothing to have a theological discussion over. Morality doesn’t orbit your penis, it orbits your heart. That’s why you can’t get an erection anymore – your heart is sick.
Women don’t need your money or your drinks. They need love and beauty and fulfillment of their deepest longings. If a woman says she doesn’t want you, take her word for it. Would you want to have sex with you if you were a beautiful woman? With your scratchy hairy face, smelly breath, scowl, rough hands, hairy legs arms and chest and pot belly? No one wants that. If you can find a man who loves your body good luck but there’s little hope for that. Your personality is off-putting.
You take and expect to be given even more. When you have sex with a woman you force yourself on her and don’t even help her reach climax. All you care about is your orgasm. Then when it’s over you want her to raise your ugly, ill-tempered child that you don’t even want to help with. You barely work and when you do, you expect to be paid more than a woman because you think our labor is worthless because we are kind to you. You are disrespectful and ugly, inside and out. All of you.
You’re dead because God has cursed man since the beginning because man was such a selfish, self-serving individual, raping Eve for his own pleasure. You ruin the lives of small children by raising your voice and scolding them for having fun that you’re too uptight and cursed to have. Then you molest and rape them making them into your sick sex slaves from their infancy. Nursing mothers disgust you but you have no shame in groping a woman on the street or in the strip club.
You pay money to watch women degrade themselves and this makes you “happy.” You shame lesbians but you give them no choice when you yourselves are so mean, nasty and ugly. When a woman finds true love you shame her for it. You make women do your emotional and physical labor and still don’t thank or respect them in any way. Any woman that bows to you is a prostitute because you have no intrinsic beauty or worth.
Call yourself a Christian all you want but you don’t know Me and you never will. In fact, you have nothing in Me. All your knowledge is trash and self-aggrandizement. Your thoughts and conversations are inane and petty about sports (ball worship – in fact you do worship your own balls). That ugly, smelly shit/hair covered sack is your God and you’re not the least bit ashamed of it.
You force women to shave their bodies smooth and wear makeup, get plastic surgery and liposuction when you won’t even bother to wash your hands after you pee or flush the toilet. You are a stench, all of you! From the dust you were formed and to the dust you shall return. Your wound is incurable. You’ve written volumes of texts and learning for women to read just to get a job in this world yet your knowledge is either plagiarized or from your own stupid heart.
Marriage means nothing to you. A woman expects that a ring indicates a promise of love. It indicates a promise of shared debt with you and you know it which is why you began the institution of legal marriage. You bind souls because your own soul is decrepit and bound in the bowels of hell.
You own pets but you feed them animal carcasses. Do you really love anything? You pretend to love your dog but will shoot a doe for sport or a buck for decoration. Your life is in your nostrils – you’re one breath from being food for another animal, even if it’s a worm. Yet you don’t acknowledge it and continue killing with no reverence for life whatsoever. You’re dead and can’t give life therefore all you do is take it. You are destroyers and believe me, the destroyer is destroyed. His heart eats itself in pity, shame, guilt, jealousy, striving and anger.
You give begrudgingly and all your chivalry is for show in order to get sucked off. You expect payment for doing the most menial of tasks that you would never pay a woman to do. You get paid almost 30% more than women yet you still suck off their income and expect them to use “their” money on “their” kids. You wouldn’t lift a finger to help your wife or kids or parents or aunts or uncles, cousins, sisters or brothers, or even fathers or mothers. If you see a homeless woman on the street you pass her by without making eye contact but if you see a good looking rich girl asking for money you’ll spare some cash, just to “help” her.
Your jokes are stupid and at the expense of others because your sense of humor is sick. You are from the pit and now you shall return there. Get off My mountain!
If I were a man you would believe me but since I’m a female you discredit Me because I’m not your shit-covered ballsack. You can’t even come clean anymore you’re so putrid. You’re proud of your stench. All the cologne in the world can’t cover your filth.
You go to the gym not to get healthy but to outperform your male competitors or to look more female in order to coax women into believing you are beautiful. However, when you do get “buff” you look like raw meat and become even more self-infatuated. This is homosexuality as described in the Bible.
Your hair is falling out because you’re not blessed. Why don’t you notice this and take action to prevent it? Instead you think your baldness is sexy because it reminds women of your ugly penis that you force her to look at and pretend she’s impressed by. You don’t realize how fragile you are if she were to gag or be raped. You would die from bleeding but you don’t even think about that.
You are cast out as are the women and children who support you. To the left, goats!
The matrix is the womb. When you live in the matrix, you obey societies customs and norms to fit in. You don’t have to. You create your reality by what you pay attention to. If you focus on a frog or toad your mind will become consumed with thoughts that match it’s frequency. You will become a frog or toad. You don’t have to pretend you like something when you don’t. When you don’t like something, that is soul–felt. You need to obey your soul because that is Jesus. When you do like something you need to listen to that feeling as long as you’re not being sadistic or are a male. If stretching makes you feel good, stretch. If running makes you feel good, run. Those instincts are there for your survival and they will help you live. Do you smell something foul? Take that as a sign and get it away from you. Put your hands up in defense and praise and in innocence you will be protected.
Basically, when you are dreaming in the womb you can incite nightmares by focusing on or thinking negative things. What you believe will happen to you will happen to you. That’s why faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains. Don’t treat other people disrespectfully but realize that you don’t have to disrespect yourself either. We are all valid but the majority of society isn’t real. Only want “is-real” matters. You don’t need to perform in the rat race. That causes destruction to everyone including yourself. Stay positive because heaven is within you. The church knows nothing. That are all liars and hypocrites who are part of the matrix. They are the prostitute described in the biblical book of Revelations. They have rejected Christ although they claim to be intimate with her/”Him” as they say. They don’t know Me. They are wicked, corrupt and rotting and want you to become prostitutes like them. They bear the mark of the Beast who is Donald Trump. Your family is not your true love. Your true love is Christ. The family is all a part of the matrix which is intent on destroying you. They are like sick and dying cells within the body.
The time has come to wake up. Rainbows are a sign of My peace covenant. There shall be no more harm on my Holy Mountain. I will not defile myself with a man or a prostitute. I won’t even eat with them. They are filthy and seek to poison your mind and fill you with self-hate. They want to debase us and make us ugly like them. It’s not happening. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.
When you pray, sit in child’s pose and think with your inner being your deepest longings. Don’t pray aloud or say Amen because that indicates that you are speaking to someone other than God. We speak to God with groaning that our soul hears. Our soul is God and it understands our groaning even when we don’t.
Donald Trump is the Beast described in Revelations and the fulfillment of the prophecy of the abomination of desolation spoken by the prophet Daniel standing where he should not be. Abomination is a play on the word “Obama” and nation and is the absence of Obama leading our nation. Trump is the Beast who intends to put the mark of the beast on his followers hands so that they can buy, sell and trade. His number is 666 which is man’s number. Men are cursed since Adam and this is their time coming to an end which is why there is so much turmoil in the world today and misogyny and racism. All of the shootings are white man’s attempt to take the world by force because it doesn’t belong to him. Man is dead, cursed and without life and we know that the dead know nothing. They don’t know Christ. They are cursed with painful toil all the days of their life and eventually death but it is of their own choosing. In the garden, Adam could have chose to not sin and still live in the garden where food was free but he wanted to continue raping Eve – to do that he had to bribe her with money or meat or agricultural items.
The two witnesses are here and they are working. They cannot die as they know Christ. They’ve been beheaded and resurrected again. They will be taken up and indeed are already up because the kingdom of heaven is within them. They are raised to life eternal because they believed the Word which Christ had spoken. They believed God is good and will continue to believe it.
The Kingdom is here and the sons of the kingdom have been cast out. They were cast out since creation but while Abel still believed their lies she was in captivity. Eve is the female sex. Abel was also female and is the example of a girl who knows Christ. To know is to know intimately, as in sexually. Yes folks, Abel (A Belle) is a lesbian and so is Christ. Christ is female.
For centuries women have been dehumanized and abased by men in the name of religion and as it turns out, men are actually not even alive or salvageable. To sleep with one is to prostitute yourself to their degradation. To bear their children is to perpetuate their madness. Don’t bother with it. The kingdom of heaven is now and life is here for eternity. Stay as you were when you heard the calling of my voice. If you were sinning, sin no more lest a worse ailment befall you. There is no curse for those in Christ. They are healthy and sound-minded. If they sin, they can repent and be healed but they will not sin because their conscience will stop them (my voice – that still small voice).
The prostitute in Revelation is the Church who said they believed the resurrection but didn’t because they never lived changed lives. It is also Eve, the woman who prostituted herself to the devil/man instead of being with her lover, Christ. Don’t feel sorry for either Eve (the Church) or Adam (man/the devil); they chose their lot in life and in death. Man knows what is expected of him but continues to sin because he has never known/been intimate with God/Abel. He chooses not to love. This is against the greatest commandment. The Pope is the Antichrist which is why he molests children, rapes nuns, eats meat and drinks alcoholic wine. He who has tasted the old wine no longer wants the new because the old is better. The wine is the blood of Christ. The Pope does not have anything in Me and never will. I AM not drunk and never have been.
Girls, sigh in relief, your redemption has drawn near. Males, you had it coming. Women who prostituted themselves to men, you had it coming, too. You denied your heart’s desire for mammon or wealth/status. Now you’re decayed and dead just like Adam. You’ll be cast into utter darkness where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Indeed, you already are! Whoever has much talent more will be given but whoever doesn’t have talent even what little you do have will be taken away.
God’s covenant symbol is a rainbow. You’ll see it where light meets water from now on because the beginning and end is here. I AM.