Sodom Colorado (part 7)

December 13, 2016

Never lie to a prophet. from The Bible for Dummies p.147

  • We lie by not telling the truth. –Jesus Christ the Truth
  • You shall not steal; you shall not deal falsely; you shall not lie to one another. –Lev. 19:11
  • You destroy (God destroys) those who speak lies. –Psalm 5:6
  • The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil. –Ecclesiastes 12:13

What fresh hell is this?

re: spiritual wickedness in high places

Poor Homeless Man is always up to no good. No wonder they call him Trouble, a pestilent fellow (Acts 24:5 KJV).

He has cobbled together another one. A riddle. A syllogism.

  • What do Jerry Nelson and Steve Houtz have in common? Both are acquaintances of Poor Homeless Man and both are active members in good standing at First Presbyterian Church of Colorado Springs.
  • What do Craig Noble and David Doyle have in common? Both men were homeless. Craig was set ablaze under the Nevada Ave. bridge and died a month later. David was beaten to death with a baseball bat on the footbridge over I-25.
  • What do Jerry Nelson and Craig Noble have in common? Craig worked for Jerry at Firestone but had to quit due to alcoholism.
  • What do Steve Houtz and David Doyle have in common? David worked for Steve but had to quit due to alcoholism.

Note 1: all this happened within a week. Steve gave me his card and told me about Doyle on Sunday morning, January 22. Five days later, I had the post and the tweet. Sunday morning January 29, at the scuttlebutt, a woman told Steve, in my hearing, “he’s better off dead: the rainbow bridge is real.”–about a dog! More street theater?

Note 2: some of my church friends are missionaries…and may be flight risks…. Dateline 3-7. This afternoon I overheard this in the spirit: “You can’t hold him/them on that.” This evening I Google “flight risk” and read this usage: “police can detain suspects without charges if they are considered flight risks.”

Note 3: October 5, 2017. God said these are not their real names…more info as revealed. Vision of blade to my right wrist. They want to make it look like a suicide? Yes. Word: fire truck outside (shelter?). Not uncommon, but no ambulance?

Oct 1, 2017, I asked the Becomers class to pray for the homeless, many of whom are dying from unnatural causes. “Steve” yelled out “AMEN!” A BTK disciple?
In the mouths of two or three witnesses let every word be established.

First Presbyterian Church of Nineveh

Don Wallace and I meet at Einstein’s. He teaches my 10:00 Becomers class on Sunday morning at First Presbyterian and he is a missionary to Mongolia and Cuba with Steve. He gave me his card and took me under his wing at the church when I returned last year. I recently told him I am a body guard for Jesus Christ. Whenever we meet for “coffee” he asks me where I am camping. Maybe it’s nothing. Pastor Doug Anderson and his “security guard” Jimmy Gilpin at Restoring Hope Church would ask me where my camp was, too, but I never told them “for security reasons”. Call it discernment. I heard Jimmy say in the spirit that he was a federal agent and he is a military vet to set the precedent. But God once told me to “always question everyone’s motives.”

Last time we met at Einstein’s, Don had to buy my bagel like suicide Mike, now deceased, who condescended to buy me toast at the men’s breakfast at the Peak Grill (op. cit.). The waitress repeated my order, that I was not allowed on the property if I couldn’t pay for the privilege. That’s the last tip I ever got from her; God shut them down in short order. (click here.) Due to budget constraints, I had to raise the debt ceiling, and Don has since backpedaled on that strategy.

The church formerly held a lunch meeting at Old Chicago for leaders in the church which lasted until the homeless invaded for the free pizza. I told them Christianity is like chemistry: Bible teaching is an important part of the formula, but all the equations must balance. That was the last straw. The “homeless outreach” then got moved to Seeds Cafe until the money from First Presbyterian ran out at the end of the fiscal year. The downtown locations of Old Chicago and Seeds Cafe both went belly up earlier this year. (click here and here.)

January 22-29 the above situation at First Presbyterian Church unfolded.

March 14-28 the situation with my jaywalking ticket and Dierdorff’s vehicular homicide unfolded. See Disaster Upon Disaster and Hear What the Unjust Judge saith..

Church was interesting this morning. 3-5. I slept through the message; I’m not talking about that.

Pompous Fred teaches a small 11:00 class, the Blend. Fred and I go back a few. He began railing against people who “always hear from Jesus”. Loves to goad me. He was one of the teachers at Pastor Doug Anderson’s homeless class at Restoring Hope Church several years ago (see Seated at the right hand of Doug).

I said that’s a slippery slope, reminding Fred about his friend, Suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased, who also taught us there and who, whenever Poor Homeless Man brought a word from the Lord, would drop the names of his favorite prophets, Jim Jones and Charles Mansonnnn. They heard from God tooooo. I told Mike he was intellectually dishonest, and Jesus said “I’m giving you a suicide”, before he hosed himself a month after the Waldo Canyon fire, the first wildfire in American history to burn into a city.

Fred said Mike had other issues, but some left class early. Maybe they “got it”.

In the 10:00 class, Stan asked me, “How’s the prophet?” and Bill emphasized to me his interest in a proverb about gossip. Were they hinting that they read my blog? I thought it was sandboxed. Eavesdroppers.

Red told me two weeks ago that Justine Herring shot herself last summer. A Google search provided ample confirmation, at least that she died June 12. But today I asked her friend Mike Draper and he said no, that he saw her a couple days ago. So don’t worry; it’s all a conspiracy theory. Damn that fake news.

I set up my tent one evening. There was a spider in it. “I think it’s dead,” I thought. God answered, “You would be, too.”


I downloaded a program to make a mirror of my WordPress blog on the PPLD computer I use. Completed the project but God said, “You’re asking for trouble.” He answered me: “libtrack.” The libhttrack.dll file is encrypted and the program won’t run without it, but this is a backdoor that Alice and Bob need to be aware of. (Could be operator error, too.)

Advanced Onion Router

God also warned me about a vulnerability with the pid in Advor. “They can track you through the pid.”

What’s app messenger

I installed this and was about to enter my number when God said, “Be careful.” It’s like the Marian House soup kitchen: if God shows me worms in the food, I don’t have to see them on the plate.

zombie Zersetzung

The days are coming when those who kill you will think they do God service. John 16:2
My enemies speak evil of me:
“When will he die, and his name perish?” Psalm 41:5 NKJV

Many are the afflictions of the righteous… Psalm 34:19

The word translates to “decomposition”. This is a KKK/Nazi/Stasi strategy to simulate death in the life of a target using sub rosa tactics and plausible deniability to neutralize a perceived threat without fear of detection. Through character assassination, for example. God told me “they want to bury you with lies.” Who among us would associate with a corpse? Sleep deprivation is important for character development–let there be no rest for the wicked. Throw in some wormy garbage for food as at the soup kitchen.. . Mix in some poison like Lord of Glory Ministries and CJC. Disease vectors, lice and scabies à la the Springs Rescue Mission and Springs of Life and bed bugs courtesy of the Salvation Army’s R. J. Montgomery shelter for good measure. It’s mice at SecureCare Self Storage. Brook no quarter: a microwave oven can be used to kill vermin; eliminate that threat. Frostbite. Blame the victim. Steal what he has. And of course, never allow an actual street address to become available for the target. Who can unbake that cake? Then thank God for giving you victory over your enemies. (God emphasized the “KKK“:)

And what about these clowns who stalk and track me 24 hours a day? are they going for a merit badge? I told one of them in a dream that Jesus Christ would punish him for his sins.

This strategy may be seen as a satanic reversal of Christ’s judgment of the church of Sardis: “I know thy works, that thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead.” Reports of their life were greatly exaggerated.

David asked God to send the wicked “quick (alive) into hell.” Same idea, but God told me the righteous will be given over too; it won’t just be the wicked.

Yea hath God said?

The Pharisees therefore said unto him, Thou bearest record of thyself; thy record is not true. John 8:13 KJV

Satan called Jesus a liar and Jesus called Satan a liar. “I will be like God.” The Bible does say “let God be true and every man a liar.” Satan’s root accusation is always that his victim is lying; any other accusations are meretricious.

This is an ad hominem abusive argument which is a logical fallacy: nothing the man says can be believed because he is a liar. The Jews didn’t BTK Christ because he was the Son of God but because he said he was (John 10:30-36). The Bible gives us rather more than two witnesses to support this observation.

30 I and my Father are one. 31 Then the Jews took up stones again to stone him. 32 Jesus answered them, Many good works have I shewed you from my Father; for which of those works do ye stone me?33 The Jews answered him, saying, For a good work we stone thee not; but for blasphemy; and because that thou, being a man, makest thyself God.34 Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?35 If he called them gods, unto whom the word of God came, and the scripture cannot be broken;36 Say ye of him, whom the Father hath sanctified, and sent into the world, Thou blasphemest; because I said, I am the Son of God?

…and he didn’t confess to same at his Jewish trial until the law of adjuration (Leviticus 5:1) was invoked requiring Him to do so (Matthew 26:62-66).

62 And the high priest stood up and said, “Have you no answer to make? What is it that these men testify against you?”[a] 63 But Jesus remained silent. And the high priest said to him, “I adjure you by the living God, tell us if you are the Christ, the Son of God.” 64 Jesus said to him, “You have said so. But I tell you, from now on you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power and coming on the clouds of heaven.”65 Then the high priest tore his robes and said, “He has uttered blasphemy. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy. 66 What is your judgment?” They answered, “He deserves death.”

See also the crucifixion argument over the particulars of Christ’s exact crime:

[Jhn 19:21 KJV] 21 Then said the chief priests of the Jews to Pilate, Write not, The King of the Jews; but that he said, I am the King of the Jews.

And again, consider his Father’s emphasis: The Jews answered him, We have law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God. John 19:7

Satan makes himself look good by making others look bad.

The question is not whether I am an apostle or prophet or not, but whether I am lying when I make the claim. Then the burden of proof shifts to my accusers. God told me “[I] don’t have to prove anything; let them prove otherwise.”

Thief motif

It is no coincidence that the charge against Him was posted immediately before the observation that He was crucified between two thieves: the claim to kingship was not a crime. And Jesus returns as a thief?

Luke 23″23:1-4.

Superfluity of naughtiness

Ps 109:2-4

How often does this have to happen before you identify a sindrome? This morning, I stood to cross Colorado, walking north on Nevada. There were no cars coming from either direction to the horizon, but the light was red. When the last car passed, I stepped into the crosswalk, whereupon said car snapped a sharp U-turn and met me in the middle. We stalled there until I yielded the right of way. Mind you, I had recently been issued a larcenous phony jaywalking ticket (LPJT) and my regulators were especially diligent to monitor my crossings. Some people have too much time on their hands. It’s a Gangstalker thang; you wouldn’t understand.

Again, I walked north along southbound Nevada and crossed St. Elmo Ave at the one way stop. The driver at the stop sign called out as I passed, “It won’t do you any good if you get hit!” Excuse me? Was she the one who “accidentally on purpose” took my picture as I crossed?

Update Sunday April 15 2018. 6:30 a.m. Thrown out of shelter usual time. Walked north. Crossed Vermijo at courthouse. A typical pickup truck drifted by. Driver conspicuously held up smart phone for video as he passed…

…which reminds me of when I was thrown out of the house and God led me to move into the Albany downtown. I was sitting in the lobby when someone hurried through the lobby. He frantically muttered, “…someone could jump out of a car…”. Was it an angel that I was making busy work for?” God had asked me, “Do your angels have work to do?” He said, “obedience is always better.” A reminder that things would have been different had I won the Powerball.

A strange woman got in line behind me at SRM. She complimented me on my nice shoes–a common tactic–and told me the food was poisoned. I replied that I need a primary source; how did she know that? THE FOOD IS POISONED! she insisted. We both survived.

A fella strode up and said the coffee has a mind to keepus.

God told me these things are all connected; all I have to do is prove it. I prayed for an eyewitness, a “particular loudmouth.”

It isn’t a casino; it’s a crosswalk. I don’t care how many bells and whistles they install; if the light is green, the pedestrian has the right of way.

Gunboat Diplomacy: 11-7. In a dramatic show of force by the city, two cruisers from the Great White Fleet put the helm hard aport ahead of me, and hove to outside the pawn shop, to monitor my approach and departure after a long walk from the soup kitchen. The SecurCare Self Storage rental office would be closed for lunch, the sign said, until 2:10, another 45 minutes after I arrived to pay another installment. I left without waiting. I got a word in the spirit some years ago: Should we hire more police or just deal with you? (from Sodom part 6)

On Nov. 2 2013 Poor Homeless Man was threatened with arrest by a railroad bull for walking across the railroad track without his permission. There were no black helicopters, at least none recognizable to the five senses, but an expensive, late model black SUV ominously rolled to a stop in front of me and a young ninja jumped out, dressed in black, saying he was such and that his so-called authority extended statewide. I told him I didn’t recognize it anyway walked off.

My enemies used my arrest at the nursing home for visiting my parents as an opportunity to steal my car. Their crime went directly on my record. Now it will cost me a small fortune to get my driver’s license back. Daddy told me my Corvette is waiting. Nicolas doesn’t need another Corvette. I’m thinking C-7 ZR1, with 755 “owner-maiming” horsepower (Car and Driver), or C-8 midengine. Flames shoot out the back.

God says, “I have C7s all day. You always want a pushrod V8. It’s all yours; take it home.He says, “Stick shift.” He gave me a good license plate which I can’t share for obvious reasons. Thanks, Dad.

Had a palm frond in my hand. A woman on the elevator asked if I mugged a kid for it. Presbyterians.

(Southern cross)

Vision of a man at a desk with his head in his hand thinking “this restraining order is unbelievable!” God said, “The r.o. is not to be believed.” He’s lucky; I never saw a legible copy–except I know I was in jail on the “date of the offense”. God told me there were “seven counts of first degree perjury.”

I asked my public defender (Get the justice you deserve): how was I supposed to know there is such a thing as a reconsideration of a restraining order? She accused me of getting angry. I said there is difference between anger and indignation. They don’t teach that in law school.

God said, “I would be very angry.” He said, “It is against the law for you to see it.” Here, he may have been referring to the Conoco case which Judge Acker sealed for, I think, his own protection. At some point, I believe God will show them who is in charge. He said, “God is going to prove me true and it may hurt some feelings.” Leverage, leverage, leverage.

Judge Feeny said the ro wasn’t valid and threw it out. A week later he dragged me back in and made it permanent without discussion. I heard a voice in the spirit: we don’t have the resources to handle your case but I’m counting on the fact that it’s double jeopardy. God said “I’m not even going to warn him about you.”

January 3, 2018, SecurCare Self Storage auctioned off all my personal effects.

For ye had compassion of me in my bonds, and took joyfully the spoiling of your goods, knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring substance. Hebrews 10:34

Straight is the gay (and great is the Way)

  • As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come. Proverbs 26:2
  • A big lie (German: große Lüge) is a propaganda technique. The expression was coined by Adolf Hitler, when he dictated his 1925 book Mein Kampf, about the use of a lie so “colossal” that no one would believe that someone “could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously.”
  • They want to bury you with lies. To me it’s obvious: they are trying to cover their tracks. —Jesus Christ
  • Blessed are you when men hate you, and when they exclude you, and revile you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of Man’s sake. Rejoice in that day and leap for joy! For indeed your reward is great in heaven, for in like manner their fathers did to the prophets. Luke 6:22,23
  • 20 Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! Isaiah 5
  • Though they join hand in hand, the wicked shall not go unpunished, but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered. Proverbs 11:21
  • And Haman told his wife Zeresh and all his friends everything that had happened to him. Then his wise men and his wife Zeresh said to him, “If Mordecai, before whom you have begun to fall, is of the Jewish people, you will not overcome him but will surely fall before him.” Esther 6:12

Jesus Christ appeared and said, “Your name is Fear of God.”

In the beginning I received this word: (as I write, He says “God is with you, my son.”) I am a long, straight shaft. God has taken me from His quiver, positioned me on His bow, pulled back the string…and whoever gets in my way, it will be his own fault.”
Cancer of the coin

God gave me a great line of poetry back in 2001. “Jesus and John laughed clean to the bank.” After I was disobedient to the Lord Jesus Christ by neglecting to buy the winning Powerball ticket that August, we had little talk, He and I. He said “Are you trying to make my life miserable? I know who you are.” He told me I have been around for eons and eons, that I am older than he. He said “I love you, but if you don’t repent I will put you out on the street.” “Moses was on his own for fifteen years.”

I could have had PB&J.

A car pulled in front of me. The license plate read RUTHE1. This is what antagonist David Horton would call one of my useless factoids, a corrupt figment of a delusional mind.

So it may seem. Except that a stranger came to me at the library. He was a veteran of the IDF. He had a revelation for me and wrote some bold glyphs in Paleo-Hebrew, which I promptly lost.

I swear I would lose my head…Tatoo a dotted line around my neck.

He appeared once more at a homeless clusterfeed and sat across from me. This time he wrote Ürthëone and explained to me the correct pronunciation was Earth-Eon. Again, we only talked for a minute. He gave me the name but I never got his. Haven’t seen him since.

A woman I only met once was all excited at the Haven House and asked me, without a prompt, if I were the one.

I picked off a louse and scratched and reflected on an incredulous John the Baptist considering Jesus Christ and asking, “Are you the one or should we look for another?” Matthew 11:3

He then added, “Make Colorado Springs proud.”😊 Number one.

4:44:44 a.m. 2-21-18. Awoke at the shelter to visions of a private jet and a stately mansion on a hilltop. God said, Wilshire Boulevard. Google Maps took me directly to Lamborghini Beverly Hills. So far so good.

“Another paragraph.”

I received a verdict from the Heavenly Council in 2003: look down in triumph on your foes, and every last one of you will pay a price for what he did. How can you lose?

[Pro 18:13 KJV] 13 He that answereth a matter before he heareth [it], it [is] folly and shame unto him. [Pro 18:17 KJV] 17 [He that is] first in his own cause [seemeth] just; but his neighbour cometh and searcheth him.

Jesus Christ once told me that “inferior men judge by their own standards.” It ain’t what we don’t know that gets us in trouble, it’s what we know for sure that just ain’t so. Many perfect strangers are positively persuaded that I am a dangerous homosexual pedophile child molester, and they are eager to spread the word. God told me [I am] greatly outnumbered and outmaneuvered. And, What’s normal is weird. Have I shared my Napoleon revelation? “The desires of my heart are with Napoleon Bonaparte.” Now He says, “Let me move this maneuver to a new level.” (8-9-2018)

Satan has a limited vocabulary. Mainly cheap shots. Their persistent efforts to entrap me are thwarted by my refusal to cooperate with their schemes.

The root of this problem goes back to Stuart Yaniger, I am sure. I don’t want to play he said-she said. Simply remember that it was Sodomite persecution of righteous Lot, and Jewish persecution of Jesus Christ the Righteous, that brought destruction to Sodom and Jerusalem, respectively. See Genesis 19:12-14 and Luke 19:41-48. May God hold their feet to the fire until they are consumed.

“Dr. Raper” was the indigent doctor from El Paso County who monitored my triglycerides in the Nineties. This willing participant in the conspiracy should be targeted in any investigation.

Twenty-five years ago, our neighbor Jennifer Murphy, a special ed teacher at Palmer High School, encouraged me to apply to District 11 as a substitute teacher assistant. Not a teacher, a substitute nor a teacher assistant, but a substitute teacher assistant. I was basically a baby sitter for James whose mom sued D-11 to have him mainstreamed. She told me no one did me a favor hiring me in that position. The department head, Linda Moffett, was married to a fireman. It becomes ever more clear why I was summarily fired from the $4 an hour part-time job.

Jennifer’s arrival at COS preceded flight 585 on that fateful day.

The resident below us, a music teacher, was arrested as a sex offender.

After publishing my post, Hear what the Unjust Judge Saith, a couple unsavory strangers metastasized at More than a Meal. One marched up and demanded of me whether I had been talking to his boys. “I don’t think so,” I replied thoughtfully, “it must have been the other guy…the one who looks like me.” He was wearing a black t-shirt that said “Titan” in white. I asked him which he was and told him my dream in which I had two boxes in my hands, full of pills. One was labeled ZEUS and the other, JUPITER. He interrogated me with nosy questions but my answers must have satisfied him; he staggered away and I never saw him again.

The sheriff’s detective staggered away after interrogating me at the SRM, too. He walked up with a huge dossier under his arm–it must have been the abridged version. But like the Judas posse who arrested Jesus Christ in Gethsemane, he fell back when I said “I am he.”

“Mack” shared his infatuation with his little Gerber knife. He keeps it razor sharp with 1500 grit paper. He said he could slit my throat like that.

Total stranger Colin wore his Titan t-shirt and introduced me to his young son, Liam, at More than a Meal Memorial Day weekend. They zoomed over to where I was sitting in the shade that hot, sunny morning and started peppering me with personal questions. A hundred other street people escaped detection. Colin asked me where I slept last night and I asked him if he were writing a book. He threw up his hands and they walked away.

Middle-ager sought me out for wisdom at More that a Meal. He asked me one question: What does a Jewish pedophile say? My answer was unimportant. “Want to buy some candy little girl?” he answered. He picked up a Nutty Buddy and left for the playground.

I regularly attend the Church Saturday morning cluster feed, More Than a Meal. They gave me a pair of “Player 69” jeans. Best pants I’d had in years, but they triggered a lot of strange behavior. A woman marched up to me and asked if were really a player. I replied, “If I said no would you be disappointed?”

Frankly, I think the Biker Church, or a contingent thereof, was setting me up. They aren’t the only ones to frame and defame, to railroad me. We’ll have to investigate the whole tag team. Kay Wright the transvestite. Cheryl the Peril. Tommy the Commie, Burl Jones, Chris Twitch, Middle-ager, Michael Robison and the haunted house. Ronald Lee and Wesley, the convicted pedophile sex offenders. Wesley lost his fingers to frostbite because he stole everything I had, he and his “face man” Mike “No Toes” Adamson who lost his feet. Ronald Lee’s accomplice Jeff Krueger and the Bible study gang at Pikes Perk. The coffee shop creamer–is this why God told me not to drink coffee? The Bible group at Restoring Hope. First Presbyterian. The Lord of Glory. Patricia Rhame and her church, Springs of Life Ministries. Bob Hale. Henry Sandberg. Jimmy Gilpin. Dave Horton and Dan Stepel. Anonymous homeless vets. SecurCare self storage. VectraBank. The rotten apples at CJC, Lord of Glory and Golden Circle. Horton said I was rotten to the core. God said, “they got a lot of mileage out of calling you names.” Rumors can spread like wildfire. The health care professionals who helped themselves? DHS…. The Holy Spirit gave me a word: You have much to fear if you are working against me.

God asked, “Why does everyone hate him so much?” At the R.J. Montgomery homeless shelter, He asked, “Do you know what you’re in for?” The homeless shelter at SRM seems to have been purpose built to house parolees. The banks of power outlets are often attached to ankle bracelets for recharging…yet every night I have been able to charge my phone.

Dave’s friend Dan, a convicted felon, came back to town. Dan slept in Carsophagus ll. He deigned, at one point, to sit across from me at the soup kitchen. “If I thought you were as bad as your reputation, he reassured me, I wouldn’t sit with you.” Cold comfort. Faint praise.

Again, I came back to the table. My neighbor said, “I spat in your drink.”

Again, at More Than a Meal, a stranger cut in where the line broke ninety degrees. I said, the line forms to the rear, Pal. He put me in my place: “I’M NOT YOUR PAL !

Wed. October 25, 2017. God told me my enemies threaten me with advance warning. Tonight, a few days after posting about Stefon’s throat in Hear What the Unjust Judge Saith, the Holy Spirit had me pray for the protection of my jugular. I expect a corresponding attempt on my life. Word from Dallas is, they want to cut my throat. God said, “Beware the denizens of civilization.” He has told me of His protection. He recently said, “You are shielded, my son.” That night, they showed The Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. at the shelter. Signs and wonders follow them that believe.

Johnny is an assertive Afro-american gentleman. He is a lynch pin in this false-flag shadow-op. Announced to all at the warming shelter that I was “gay”. This brother goes out of his way to menace me with murderous hatred at every opportunity.

Maybe he heard it from another black stranger I see at the library every day–call him “Earring”; I don’t know his name–who recently got in my face and told me I was a homosexual and he had proof that I was involved sexually with a former security guard at the Marian House soup kitchen. This may be a violation of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy.

Years ago, I signed into the R.J. Montgomery New Hope homeless shelter and the security guard at the time, Paul, told me someone called from the soup kitchen and reported, falsely, that I was threatening people there with a handgun. This servant of Satan accurately described my appearance “right down to my hat.” If I didn’t know better, I would think someone was out to get me.

Johnny is joined at the hip with Don Beaty, author of a collection of poetry called “I Forgot My Pants”. Devout Christians, the strangers shared their contempt for me when I saw them eating breakfast together at a local eatery. I rebuked them in the name of the Lord.

Don is a homeless vet. He liked to lay his mat next to mine at the Salvation Army warming shelter, pull down his pants and slide his fat ass over my way before falling asleep. I said, “You have to keep your shit over there, Don.” Funny as sin: I never played sink-the-sausage and I’m not starting now. As I write this, God says, “You’ll die cracking me up.” And what’s this…God is threatening the city with massive sinkholes?

Satan loves to demonize me. I seem to have been profiled for an official designation as an “enemy foreign and domestic,” judging from the cross section of participants in this sub rosa RICO effort. God said, “It’s about breaking wings at the police academy.” They are nothing if not patriotic. When the “Domestic War” begins, it will likely polarize around these issues…see my videos. God is “going to let me throw the first stone.”

God said, “We believe there is a ruler in our king.” He calls me, The king and the anointed of Jesus Christ, the first Jew to succeed David to the throne. I heard someone say, there are no king-sized vets. I saw an American soldier in the spirit. God said, “A long line of inquisitors.” I have hinted at the connection between certain military veterans and their ilk in this persecution. God said, “They got a lot of mileage out of calling you names.” He said, “Why does everyone hate him so much?” Is this why God wants, and my enemies do not want, me to carry a gun?

Two such vets were Mike D. Raper, or Draper as he has it, the SEAL and his friend Riley, a Marine Corp vet. Both served in Vietnam. Both became worthless drunks. The three of us were sitting in Mike’s small apartment–I had nowhere else to go–and Riley belched and scratched and declared, “You will NEVER be MY friend.” “Praise God,” I said.

After publishing the above paragraph, a young whack job I never saw before or since came into the crowded SRM dining room at dinner and sat down next to me–but not to eat. Heedless of my territorial imperative, he cried out with a loud, screwy voice, “Will you be my friend? Will you be my friend? Will you be my friend? Will you be my friend?” several times over, obviously very confident that his provocative behavior would be deemed appropriate in that environment. A foolish consistency…

Which reminds me of Pastor Mary Thorpe and Pastor Don Smith at Remnant Church. She said to us that the behavior toward some borders on persecution. A counter-innuendo? After one winter ministering to the homeless, she left the state.

I had a palm frond in my hand. A woman on the elevator asked if I mugged a child for it. Presbyterians.

I saw Jack Whob and his friend at the SRM warehouse where they work. He rubbed my shoulder blade and asked if it felt good. He asked if I would pay money for it. Of course I said NO.

God reminds me to get my gun most of all.

Drape was panhandling. He asked me if I had a dollar. I said yes, but it’s counterfeit…could he still use it? The bum laughed, took my last dollar.

VectraBank took the rest.

The enemy has a special agent. He sells his “art” on the street. Had the bunk above mine at the SRM homeless shelter. Wore “FEAR THIS” black. Muttered something about a “pedophile”. Managed to spill three large tanks of water on me. Blamed it on his MS. Stole my clothes. Tried to make me out the bad guy; said I was trying to get him thrown out. I told him God would return the favor.

I was standing in line to enter the shelter when he cut in front of me. We vied for position and God told me to let him go first. I told him so. He curtly said, “Well then, you’d better do it!” and threw his bags at my feet.

He went in first. I followed as far as I could, but he lay sprawled on the floor in the throes of insulin shock. He said, “You go ahead.”

A voice from behind alerted me to the fact that “that guy cut in front of you!” I said, “And he will have to live with that for the rest of his life!

God revealed to me in a vision that the gallant young patriots who kicked my face in and broke my nose when I was sleeping in the outhouse at America the Beautiful Park were working for someone. I saw one of them in his fig leaf, a sharp new camo uniform. He staggered away from me after huffing gasoline and lighting a cigarette. Burned out.

Will Short says he knows who beat me up.

Several times in the shelters references were made, in my hearing, to broken noses. “You’re snoring…do you have a broken nose?” Never got a positive ID.

God says, “Nose-job Monday.” He said, “No injury lasts forever.” Now He says, “Party on!”

Some vets show up at the shelters and stroke themselves in front of me like trollers, as Brad calls them. Probably received their pervert training from the Agency at Abu Ghraib. Or they stand in the bathroom with their pants down when I come in. This was a commonplace tactic at CJC…the imputed guilt by association.

It’s no coincidence that ex-sheriff Terry Maketa, in office during my several incarcerations, is even now battling a half dozen felony charges himself. I have written about the cause of the Black Forest Wildfire: persecution of the Man of God at CJC, or Cookie Cutter Justice. “El Paso County, it’s your jail.”

Brad showed up at the Lord of Glory when I was there myself for two months. He continually accused me of trolling because I wore a pair of shoes that had been donated to the church for the poor. I turned to one of the women there and said, “You know why I wear these shoes? Because they DRIVE HIM NUTS!” He gave me a black CIA baseball cap when he left.

I heard a word I liked: there are no king-sized soldiers. A tall, young stranger, an unemployed veteran in demolition, placed his mat next to mine and started passing gas loudly. Always bring the banana to your mouth, not your mouth to the banana, and other gems of “wisdom from above” he would loudly recite on his cell phone. “I’ll drag her down the street by her ponytail.” “Your team blows.” YOUR tax dollars at work. He left the shelter suddenly after I gave him the “holy eye”. I have to assume he is no longer homeless.

Got in line to enter ESM. Some big Indian opened his big mouth and entertained the crowd with a story about how he singlehandedly decapitated a bunch of ISIS Taliban terrorists who were gang raping and sodomizing a young girl. It took me a while to realize these cookie-cutter innuendos are staged according to the agenda of my enemies. Street theater, they call it.

Again, Mary Beringer told me an unlikely story about her son’s friend who was accused of a similar crime, abducted, and murdered in accordance with a “BTK killer” (bind, torture and kill) formula–like Jesus Christ at the hands of the Jews. They enlisted the aid of the Romans as perpetrators because of their skill set, but Rome reciprocated by looting, burning and razing Jerusalem to the ground in a worst-case scenario from Deuteronomy 28. I believe hers to be another old wives tale concocted for the purpose of impressing the hearer.

I was sleeping in my car when CSPD threw me out of Garden of the Gods late one night. Jesus said, “It’s not too smart throwing a hunter out of the park.” I’m sure the same applies here. I like the hunter in JUMANJI: relentless.

Again, God led me by a vision to move to Dorchester Park in June 2007 after the Church of the Lord of Glory stole everything I had and threw me out on the street with nothing but my CIA cap. I said God, nobody else has the problems I have. He said, Nobody else has the call you have. I camped there for a few weeks until the welcome wagon surrounded me early one morning and threw me out. I relocated under the Nevada St. bridge.

A busybody arrived late one night to crash the housewarming party. Squatting by the bridge, he demanded to know who was under there. He said a young girl had been violently raped and he had good reason to be there to punish the guilty pervert.

I doubted the veracity of his story, for some reason. It’s not my first time around the block. There was no girl and no crime of any type; it was merely a ruse and a pretext, an excuse to violently rape the man of God. Eat your heart out, Lot.

Jesus said: “The unfortunate thing is that you chose to violate the man of God.” In such an instance, I shall show, not even a Dake Study Bible can cover one’s ass. But, some men will do anything to curry Satan’s favor and provoke the Almighty to wrath. He angrily warned me that he had many agents all over the place out here. I yawned, sat up and said, So does the Lord. That stumped him. He left after a moment of silence and I went back to sleep. Two raccoons chased him up the path to the street. The wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God. James 1:20 (This paragraph is from Sodom, part 1)

On hot summer days I am often tempted to doze in the library, which is against the law, so I visit Akacia Park. That’s what homeless people do. There is little shade by the Uncle Wilbur fountain, except to sit on the planter wall. Yesterday, as I relaxed there, I was approached by a fat dumpy scold with her hand on her hip in my face. “What are you looking at?” she barked, “What are you looking at? Are you looking at those children?” “Who are you?” I asked.

“I’ve been watching you! I’ve been watching you for the last couple of days. There’s a police officer right over there.” Where else would he be?

I said, “Call him over,” because I wanted her arrested for stalking and harassment and felony menacing and criminal mischief and indecent exposure.

At that, she feigned repentance and tendered a mock apology. She said, “I just heard some things.” That was the salient point.

She asked if I found a cool spot and I said I had nothing more to say. She said, “Fair enough” and melted into the crowd. She has since taken to carrying a baseball bat.

I prayed, “Stick her and stick her good.” I know it will be answered; there is a right way and a wrong way to address the king. (from Sodom, part 1)

When they moved me into Michael Robison’s haunted house on Prospect, a helicopter AN/VSS 3-A shone in through the conveniently uncovered bedroom window one night. Jesus said, “To me it’s obvious: they’re covering their tracks.”

In a vision, I shot a stinger at the helicopter and it was subsequently grounded.

An anonymous well-wisher gave me a new t-shirt in felony orange. It said in black STATE PRISON with a long number. I wore it on Halloween as a piece of Americana. I was nearly thrown out of the pharmacy.

Again, a stranger strode by me at SRM and said, “Dahmer, Dahmer, Dahmer, Dahmer, Dahmer.” None the wiser.

This morning someone cried out like John the Baptist in the desert as I crossed the SRM courtyard: “You’re a FAGGOT! Yeah You! You’re a FAGGOT!” Who told him? Is this not another violation of the “don’t ask don’t tell” policy? No wonder I have low self esteem!


And now it’s “Roger Dodger the Peter massager.”

Again, there is the criminality of the Criminal Justice Center, or CJC. God calls it “Cookie-Cutter Justice.” As I have written, the Black Forest wildfire struck El Paso County as punishment for their persecution of the man of God at CJC. God said, “El Paso County, it’s your jail.” In a vision, a man with stack of papers said, “These men have already been fired.” The crimes of ex-Sheriff Terry Maketa have seeded another firestorm of embarrassment. He was sheriff the two years I was in jail. God said, “I don’t reconize the sheriff’s authority.”

Forget about gang stalking. Zersetzen is for wimps. This is the Inquisition. The professionals. God said they’re all connected; all I have to do is prove it. He said, “Hire an expensive lawyer and sue them for millions.”

May God exercise my Constitutional right to be confronted by my accusers, lest it become inaccessible to all. I have asked him to prosecute my enemies under federal statutes.

The Bible tells us twice, in the Old and New, the consensus of the populace about prophets. See Hosea 9:7 and John 10:20.

7 The days of punishment have come;

the days of recompense have come;
Israel shall know it.
The prophet is a fool;
the man of the spirit is mad,
because of your great iniquity
and great hatred.
8 The prophet is the watchman of Ephraim with my God;
yet a fowler’s snare is on all his ways,
and hatred in the house of his God.
9 They have deeply corrupted themselves
as in the days of Gibeah:
he will remember their iniquity;
he will punish their sins. Hosea 9:7-9

20 Many of them said, “He has a demon, and is insane; why listen to him?” John 10:20

Under Colorado law, only a psychiatrist can diagnose mental disorders; have them adduce their academic credentials. Let’s prove that they can dish it out but they can’t take it. This is a win-win situation: they get what they want and I get what I want and everybody’s happy.
We won’t know who did what to whom until the books are opened. –Jesus Christ to me

America the Great is fallen, is fallen.

A word of wisdom

Every year, the homeless are subjected to a survey, among other abuses. Pastor FedEx asked me what year I went homeless. I answered reflexively: 1984!

Sieg Heil!
Which reminds me to recommend a book I am reading called War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America’s Campaign to Create a Master Race, by Edwin Black. “It began on Long Island and ended at Auschwitz.” Jesus Christ told me “The Long Night has just begun.

Thoreau vindicated

Sow war, reap war. Jesus Christ told me “America will be destroyed” as well as the city. Prophet Ken Peters was given this word years ago: “All countries the U.S. entered outside of God’s will God has considered encroachment and will allow these nations to afflict the U.S.” I recommend his videos on You Tube: Prophecy Club. God said, “Who ordered the soldiers?”

127 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

That’s right. One Iraqi peasant who has God’s ear can body slam the whole country. God as chosen the poor rich in faith and faith is the victory that overcomes the world. Without faith, it is impossible to please God. All God has to do is remove His hand of blessing and protection.

Vindicate me, my God,
and plead my cause

against an unfaithful nation.
Rescue me from those who are
deceitful and wicked. Psalm 43:1 NIV
Deliver me, O Lord, from evil men; preserve me from violent men, who plan evil things in their heart and stir up wars continually. Psalm 140:1,2 ESV

Henry David Thoreau, of course, was imprisoned for refusing to pay a tax to support the imperialist Mexican-American war. He called his act of resistance to Manifest Destiny, his act of conscience, “Civil Disobedience”. I will not enumerate the problems that have ensued upon that conquest. God is a just judge and He is angry with the wicked every day. Psalm 7:11.

This trending song is set to sweep the nation:

If you’re homeless and you know it, clap your hands! 👏 👏

If you’re homeless and you know it, clap your hands! 👏 👏

If you’re homeless and you know it then your face will surely show it;

If you’re homeless and you know it, clap your hands! 👏 👏

I told a church group that spiritual warfare often occurs in dreams and visions. A young man joined the “bridge club” and started slapping me around, ostensibly to teach me self defense. In a vision, I held a sword to his throat and said “Let’s be clear on one thing.” The man and his mischief melted away.

I was suspended helplessly in an emulsion of treachery, convicted by a jury of the plaintiff’s peers for visiting my mother in the nursing home. Premeditated. With treachery the treacherous deal treacherously.

The young murderer in the bottom bunk at CJC strutted back and forth, confidently threatening to do this and that to me. The felon bragged that he’d hit another on the head with a shovel who had looked at his girlfriend; he now wears a diaper and sucks his thumb. In a vision, I thrust him through with a sword and said, “That’s more like it, don’t you think?” He developed some distress. “Tummy ache?” I asked. He nodded. I called a deputy and they dragged him out of our small cell. Never saw him again.

I always ask God to return the favor. If someone does me a good turn, which is highly unlikely, I ask Father to return the favor. If someone does me dirt, pissing on the toilet seat for example, I ask the same. Break his horn for that honk. He’ll never know what hit him. God said, “David showed his enemies no mercy.”

My video, Throne Out: Antler’s Hilton on YouTube’s David Tone channel discusses one such example. Hilton is no longer associated with the Antlers Hotel. I asked God to return the favor…it’s a long story. See my video page.
The wicked walk on every side when the vilest men are exalted.
God puts the basest of men over the nations.

Great Sport

Bumping and nudging the man of God is great sport. It’s too late to be included in Foxe’s book I know, but God said I am the fourth most wronged. A kick under the table. A goad in line. My new mantra is “Am I in your way, Pal?” At Patricia’s church, Springs of Life Ministries, during the message, a total stranger, of which there are many, began kicking me under the table. I interrupted and asked politely if I were in his way. He followed procedure by asking me to repeat myself. “Am I in your way?” A little more firmly. In the spirit I drew out the hilt of a big sword at my side. Suddenly, he had a moment of clarity. I don’t pretend to understand, but Jesus gives me the victory as promised.

At a gun safety class at Paradise, a boy who had come with his father kicked me repeatedly under the table–like perseveration without the autism. At the computer lab at the library, and at various homeless clusterfeeds, there are always feet in my way under the table. Sometimes it’s a dog or backpacks. I told Ethan to use his head. One fellow simply sat his dog on the picnic table in front of me. Colorado Springs is my Nazareth: where despicable behavior is deemed virtuous they strive to outdo themselves. That’s why the goat city will receive a goat judgment. (Matthew 25)

But the bumping, yes the bumping. This is preferably done with a dirty tray for extra points. One wonders how overutilized these services would be if the provocateurs were removed.

The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel (2 Chronicles 7:14)

The Springs Rescue Mission is a hotbed of such activity. The Norwegian Rat Study is the paradigm. You remember: Population Density and Social Pathology. That combined with musical chairs for extra drama.

For example, the shelter has a garbage can farm for our personal effects. Thus they make us feel at home.

Consider also the son of Goliath behind me in the dinner line. I grew up in the Old Line State but this is ridiculous. He bumped me repeatedly with his dirty tray. “Can you stand there without bumping into me?” I asked. And again at the prompt, “Can you stand there without bumping into me?” He rebuked me loudly. Extra points if he gets me thrown out before seconds. God told me I’d be rebuked by sinners; on the plus side, he forgot to lecture me about respect. The “banality of evil.”

I came to the shelter this evening, sat down and dozed off. Twice I was awakened by a veteran of Desert Storm in a $40,000 motorized wheelchair jamming into me. He has stage four MS from the oil fires in Kuwait. I prayed for him. God told me to lay hands on the sick and they will recover.

3-31-2017. Daniel signed in yesterday after an absence. I see no evidence of MS let alone a wheelchair. He fell backward when he saw me. Praise the name of Jesus! He had been immobilized in the chair for years.

January 6, 2018 update. I recently overheard Dave jesting about the guy having sold his expensive wheelchair. I took him aside and asked if he were aware that I had prayed for him to be healed. He said no…it gave him pause.

Suspend your disbelief for a moment. SRM had a busy emergency winter shelter. They brought in a class from an eastern liberal arts college to live there for a couple weeks. Extra credit for extra points.

Supply and demand

One employee, when asked for a sleeping bag by a diner at dinner, replied that SRM doesn’t give out sleeping bags because it “enables” people to live outside. What awaits the bags that are donated, I wondered. Rumor had it the guys in the New Life Program were attacking campers on the creek. I got two sleeping bags at SRM over the years, one from Mark who was effectively an inside contact, and one from a donor whom I intercepted when she drove in. Forget about tents. Jack Garcia told me Mark was murdered after being told to leave the men’s New Life program.

I have written elsewhere about transvestites crawling into the women’s beds in the distaff dorm at the Springs Rescue Mission winter shelter. That’s why Cheryl won’t stay there. She doesn’t like having to throw all her food away, either. Claims she was thrown out for stealing her own sandwich from herself. One wonders how overutilized these services would be if the provocateurs were removed.

FEMA camp prep school

  • They did things they thought would mess everything up but they messed things up for themselves. Jesus Christ to me.
  • Many are screaming bloody murder against the church. Jesus to me

I have run afoul of the more punctilious people at the shelter. They are incensed. Some things even a cloud of marijuana cannot mask. God wants me to shower; He said, “You’re not that perfect.” And Vectra Bank has made that impossible at 24 Hour Fitness, especially since I keep–or kept–my bar of soap in my storage shed before being locked out of both. And since SRM has set the restrooms off limits for hours on end a couple times a day, including the two in the dining room, well–we live in treacherous times.

Generally speaking, showers are reserved for charity apparatchiks. “Healthy engagement.” This is, the reader is doubtless aware, a form of “collective punishment”, a war crime under the Geneva conventions. Arbeit macht frei. They run to the showers like hungry cockroaches at the designated time. But the Salvation Army warming shelter has no showers at all and a total of two stalls and one urinal. Showers at ESM must be executed in 15 minutes, portal to portal. Thirty at SRM less 15 to clean the shower. This is strictly enforced. It is beneath my dignity to shower under these conditions, come what may. During the Dark Ages, which is where we are as a nation now, people bathed once a year; that’s why weddings are traditionally held in June. Men with jobs also go to the front of the many lines. Haves and have nots.

I estimate we stand in at least six lines per day: breakfast, lunch at the Marian House and dinner, entrance to the day shelter, entrance to the night shelter and entrance to the warehouse on odd days for a scrap of clothing, if you want to skip lunch. This does not count the sublines, for example the laundry and shower. I’ve gotten stoned just standing in line. Grass is legal but not mandatory like insurance. At two hours per line, that’s…um…well, these offenses are commonplace, but this is a blog, not a deposition.

January Sixth 2018. Security as afterthought. Another Saturday, another perfunctory 100% inspection. How thoroughly can the latest teenager-with-a-badge search through 500 large bags, collect all the weapons, drugs and food, and frisk everybody in before smoke break? If, conservatively, 210 men are processed in at one minute each, it takes three and half hours to complete. Doors open, ideally, at 5:00. Smoke break is at 7:00. Thank God for the miraculously cooperative weather!

While staying at the SA shelter, God said, “I can’t let them take advantage of you this way,” and I assume the same holds true at SRM. He said the shelter was put here “by God, for the people of God, and He has the right to expect a Christian consensus.”

January 17, 2018. God has prompted me to write this up. He calls it child abuse. Tonight is the second week my row was awakened and sent out to clean the courtyard at 9 p.m. It appears to be a new policy. I heard a voice in the spirit: We’re not here to give you a free ride. Noncompliance means a loss of bunk to sleep on the floor.

For example, I am told the portable company stopped providing toilets because it was not cost effective for them at SRM. On top of that, the two restrooms in the dining room have been and will be closed for months. Now there are zero toilets from 3:30 when the day center closes until we check into the shelter at 7:00 pm. The dinner provides more than 64×4 meals during this time. The first seating is reserved for line cutters. The same is true for breakfast, when we are locked out from about 6:00 until the day center opens at 8:00 a.m.

I am concerned for Tartley. She told me this morning there are six showers but they may only be used one at a time. That may pass for a workaround to the cross-dressing problem, but the shelter closes by 7:00 a.m. which sets a time constraint as well. There are no toilets available for two miles in any direction from 7 till 6 p.m. save the four nasty portables among 250 clients. Tartley locked herself in one of those with her dirty blanket and she may well be in there yet.

But the oatmeal, yes the oatmeal. Every morning. The careful reader remembers the oatmeal at the Lord of Glory. And the juice at the Criminal Justice Center. The “extra ingredients”. The vision of same, when God said “It’s in the oatmeal.” God hasn’t called SRM’s oatmeal into question, but He has told me not to eat there.

A volunteer at the shelter told me Satan puts him to sleep. My Bible says God gives his beloved sleep. I replied that Satan wakes me up because he is into sleep deprivation. For example, the dogs barking in the kennel all night. Or fire alarms activating. Jesus told me, in the context of Apostle Titus Yoder, that “Many use my Name.” My Jesus also said the days are coming when those who kill you will think they are doing God service. It’s a matter of degree.

April 22, 2017, I received a vision while lying on my bed. I heard someone walk by and say “he has a pipe bomb!”Jesus Christ gave me a discernment: “I’m giving this to the poor; just don’t get any on me. Here’s some dirt that they can wash with! The first truck there gets the garbage.”

God says “isolated incidents”.

Slimed by the Christmas spirit

A letter from the front.

Dear Dad,

Thanks for your support. No buses. No shelter. No restrooms. Nothing open. Freezing rain and wind…every man for himself in this city. You said to endure hardness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ and so I shall. The poor have a grievance against the city. Make an example thereof as planned.

Talked to Chef Mike from SRM at the Christmas feed at the city auditorium. Said You had told me not to eat at SRM and that when I left, Jack asked me if I weren’t staying for dinner and I told him the same and I never went back. See you soon.

Your son, David

Christmas is a time for fellowship, for memories. I haven’t seen Matt or Chris or Mikey for a while.

Precautionary principle

Matt likes to tease me. He saw a video about liars in hell getting their lips cut off and that’s all I heard about. That is until Vernon ripped him a new mouth with a dull knife outside Starbucks. Never mentioned it again.

Haven’t seen Vern lately either.

I told Cheryl the Peril God would smack her if she kept saying I was from the devil which confirmed her suspicions. Got lice at the shelter and slept on the street all winter. God said Make her or break her and I haven’t seen her since.

I warned another street preacher, Alan Curry, about his slander. Psalm 101:5. For several years now, he has preached his own rapture the following September.

Chris Twitch came to Jeff’s Bible study. He said one of his pet peeves is Christian jargon. “Amen, brother,” I said, “Amen.” Thank God he didn’t say it in Latin; he knows all the dead languages.

Chris was having it out with Carl in the library and tension was escalating as I approached. I stood listening when, with impeccable timing, the Holy Spirit blessed me with a perfect fart. Both parties were disarmed, and lived to fight another day.☺

Last I saw Chris was at More than a Meal about a year ago. I had been tithing there and he let me see him “discreetly” stuff a wad of cash into his pocket. They may have given him my tithe to sit in Starbucks and drink coffee all day. Daddy said, “It’s not a lottery…it’s your money.” Then he was kicked out of Starbucks and took his backpack to a nearby bench. Matt later had a dream where Twitch broke his hip and was staying with a friend. I do hope he wasn’t lying about that. I told Chris coffee was bad for him. Someone else told me the nasty old guy found work in Durango. A desk job, no doubt. I also had told Chris about Title VII, that I was asking God to prosecute my enemies under federal statutes, and he may have gotten nervous. All that and a flight risk, too.

Rodney told us that Tunnel Mike told him that Chris froze to death. I thought he was giving us the cold shoulder. Randy camps down south. He, they say, is Chris’s cousin, but he won’t say much.

Haven’t seen Gary Conner for years. He bragged to me about his generosity, giving millions to the poor over the years. You know. I said yes, that I had met many generous people while living on the street. He disappeared when I told him that Satan likes to encroach, that he is an encroacher.

Back in the summer of 2015, when my enemies started breaking into my storage shed, Jesus said, “I want to know what they stole and what they are going to do about it.” I told the city council as much. Now I see Wesley Lehmkuhl lost his fingers to frostbite as did Mike Adamson his toes. Had a vision of a woman; I said, “Cut off her hands. She’s a thief.” Now I hear, “You’re the fourth one.”

I blame eveything on my alter ego. God said, “You’re not much better.”

I always scored high in abstract relationships. What do Wal-Mart and the Social Security Administration have in common? The android phone I bought there has an annoying tendency to black out when I attempt to enter my voicemail password, making it difficult or impossible to get my messages.

Social Security has made it difficult or impossible to get my benefits. I bussed over before my 62nd to sign up and security wouldn’t let me in the building because I kept tripping the metal detector. Went back after they moved to their new location, at a loss of $313–I was never in demand as an employee, and breezed right through although they made me throw away my hand warmers because they are an irritant. I was indeed irritated. Got there at 10:30 to err on the side of caution. Talked to a claims rep at 1:30. Instead of denying my SSI application and taking my application for benefits, he did the first and crossed me over to another rep for the second. As I awaited the next move, we were overtaken by the clock when the building closed at 5:30 and everyone had to leave the premises. They grudgingly debriefed me with an admonition to arrive earlier in the future and promised to call me on the Thirteenth to take my claim.

DHS pulled my Colorado old age pension and told me I must repay the January benefit overage of $773. Last week of December, I missed the 12-26 deadline to provide proof that I had applied for SSI. A technicality, I explained to Alysha in a voicemail that I had applied on the 19th, but was denied because I don’t meet the qualifications, such as being 65 years old, blind or disabled. I mailed a copy of the proof to her. I also got a weird communication from her office about not being allowed to buy bullets with COAP money, which begs its own questions. Must have been a vision from the Holy Spirit: I can’t find it, but I know I saw it. God told me to buy them. But I did recover the full amount of food stamps, less $10 per month for 78 months and $50 per month to offset the Social Security benefit windfall. Whew!

ISIS crossover

Ducked into the bus station for a few minutes to work on my blog (see above). An armed ninja security guard hiding behind a black mask got in my face and asked me which bus I was riding and told me I had to leave or he would call the police. I egged the young martinet on: “Would you do that?” Love challenging them in court. Jesus Christ said, “I want the police to think they are being used or had.” If he knew English he would know it isn’t trespassing until the terrorist—er, passenger has been there for an hour. Top of the hour, I boarded #5 for the House of Misfits and points east.

The golden triangle in the City of Champions is comprised of the soup kitchen, homeless shelter and county jail. One tactic in the local shell game is to close the shelter by 7 a.m. and not open the library until 9, 10 or 1 p.m. They can more easily watch the homeless at the PPLD police substation. Any money the homeless may have accrued is siphoned off by Dirk’s friends from the chamber of commerce in the interim and no one is the wiser.

4-8-17. This morning at 6:30, as I passed the courthouse, a car cozied up. License? GQP 357.

Some food items may not be bought with EBT food stamps even if they are free. 7-Eleven put this caveat on their breakfast sandwiches: Free any size coffee with purchase of sandwich. I tried to buy the sandwich, but the computer said there were no food stamp items in the order. I have bought them before many times. The clerk told me it was mislabeled: it is the coffee that is being purchased; the sandwich is free. Coffee cannot be purchased with EBT because it is hot. Both stores agreed: they were right and the customer is always wrong. I settled for a burrito.

Today, they sold me a sandwich on food stamps, but would not give me the free coffee.

The 7-Eleven at Pikes Peak and Tejon, across from the police substation, is closing April 26, 2017. It will be replaced by another convenience store. (see Disaster Upon Disaster, disaster from the south)

Location, location, location

A new Kum and Go recently appeared across the street from the ever-expanding Springs Rescue Mission. Like 7-Eleven, it is perfectly situated to exploit the poor.

Foiled again. I tried to purchase a sandwich, water and fruit on March 3 because the sign boasted a price of five dollars. There were no effective dates printed. The manager at the register walked over and removed the sign, saying the sale price was for last month. Several days later the sign was back up.

Late July. Signs posted inform us it is illegal, per U.S.D.A., to sell breakfast sandwiches on EBT food stamps. Tried to buy 7-11 nachoes…was refused purchase because the cheese is dispensed hot.

It’s the BOMB! A Developing story. mbomb shelter 10-23-18

Colorado Springs is my Nazareth; it may be the only city in history to firebomb its own poorhouse. Granted, the TV reception is deplorable, especially during JEOPARDY!. Mary says the mayor wants all homeless people sequestered behind the wall at the Springs Rescue Mission. SRM is already turning people away and cold weather hasn’t even set in.

1:22 am Sun 5-7. My name is Fear of God. I am a bodyguard for Jesus Christ. I had a vision at SRM shelter on…. I was lying in bed. Someone walked by who said “He has a pipe bomb.” Was it an angel? Jesus Christ? Some guy cracking wise? Was I awake or asleep or in a trance? How to handle this. Start a panic…call the police…shut er down?

Now I have more data. I believe there may be a tie-in with First Pres as indicated before. I go to church in a few hours. This is a bourgeois church, Calvinist…I’m saved by grace through faith; don’t confuse me with the facts…

I spoke with Jerry here early Sunday morning. Also told sec guard Ronald. And Dawn Marie. Jerry told me he had thrown someone out who then threatened that “something terrible is going to happen here.”

Strategic ships were pulled out of Pearl Harbor before the attack. I see a similar pattern here. I got a word March 9: “You have to let me know which one is making the trouble here,” which indicates prior knowledge, if not collusion, on someone’s part. But I confess I forgot to speak it forth; harrassment from troublemakers is commonplace. Many curry Satan’s favor.

Glass ceiling

The opportunity may have passed. I looked in the window, while waiting in line to enter, and saw the director Mike Snider. God said, “He lied to you.” Now I haven’t seen him or Brittany since the first of May, today being the 14th. (June 15 word: “Mike died.”) They moved to the day shelter. Shirrel moved to the women’s side. Through it all God reassures me. But I digress….

2 am. I see words…bomb squad. Also “car bomb.” A lead. Now, 8:57 p.m., the Lord says to call the police and update the blog…about car bomb word. 7:00 a.m., I was at the Police Operations Center. The woman at the desk said they they couldn’t help but I should call 444-7000, which I did after church, between noon and 12:30. I briefed them and suggested they bring in a bomb-sniffing dog. The dispatcher lady was in a hurry to get off the phone and I will have to call back about the car bomb word.

Monday a.m. I called again about car bomb. I hadn’t, nor have I yet, heard back. Jerry didn’t come to work overnight tonight, Monday…his dad was sick. So I briefed Charles about this. He said Bill McLaughlin is over security. Tuesday morning I had a vision of Dawn Marie in a wheelchair. God said “dark harvest”. I told Dawn Marie about this the morning of Sunday, August 27.

God brought me together with Mike S. and sec. guard Ryan in lot…briefed them, too. Ryan disappeared from SRM a week ago.

Last year, the Lions got me a pair of glasses. It came with a nice case which I remember thinking looked like a coffin. Last week, God told me to put my name on it. It’s not the cough that carries you off, it’s the coffin they carry you off in.

But at this point, God says I did my part.

More later…hopefully!

Walked across parking lot evening of Sunday June 4 past young man who clapped two pipe caps together. Also heard a word, “We’re going to blow something up.”

July 28, 2017. God said, “Write it down.” Then a vision: the floor in the men’s room at the SRM shelter covered with a black stain or slick (gook) at the west wall. God said, “Don’t hesitate.”
It’s spreading. 9-1-17

I briefed Jerry about this early on Saturday July 29th. Reminded him of the pipe bomb, car bomb and now the fire bomb words. Back when I notified the police, I said, I was standing in line to enter when someone with a dog opened the westmost outside door and looked around inside. This room contains the physical systems for the shelter. It is also adjacent to the restroom in question. No one has contacted me about this and I have to assume the police are stonewalling me like their friends on the city council and at First Presbyterian Church about God’s judgment on the city, dog or no dog. (8-17-2017)

So God has given us a sign to look for.

Monday July 30. This afternoon, I met with (fireman?) Bill McLaughlin, in charge of security, and brought him up to date. He appeared to be receptive to the word I brought, aside from an aside about the voices in his head. Also briefed Charles about the briefing.

August 18, 2017. 11:30 p.m. Briefed Dave S. on all this, especially the sign. What will you do at that point, I asked. God told me where to go… I won’t be here when I see it. Dave expressed his willingness to go God’s way. Whatever you do, DON’T HESITATE.

Make sure you get out.

Wed. August 30 2017. I saw Mike S. and Dav S. as I got the following intel from the Spirit; Mike said to write it down and leave the note for him, which I left with Dave S, cc for Bill M. The note directed them to this blog, this post and this dateline. He left it in Mike’s old office.

I recently made a typo. I typed “gooop”. This made me think of the sign God showed me. (see above.) He also said, “Gary Cooper,” which is a spoonerism for Carry Gooper. “More than a Meal” serves breakfast on Cooper Street. See also “Castor Pooper” of Abandon Hope Nazarene Church and his contribution to my persecution. His church was subsequently demolished.

Tonight a client signed in at the shelter as Gary Cooper. I heard it twice. I consider this another data point. This may be “the one who is making the trouble here”…but I also had a vision of a man walking with a cane and a bad right leg with a dog on a leash. As I finish this section, God says, “Deadly work. It is nasty. You are my brickbat.”

Next morning, I told Jerry in a nutshell and he showed me “Gary Cooper’s” name on the computer. Printed me out a hard copy. I hope that note gets through; Dave and I found it still sitting on Mike’s desk the following afternoon. Maybe Shirrell can wake them up. The predawn light show is effective. The big silver bell makes salivate.

December 2, 2017. Charlie paced around like the town crier one recent night looking for “Walter Pidgeon”. Amusing.

October 3, 2017. The volunteers serving dinner at SRM wore black T-shirts with their company logo in white: an image of a petard followed by “bombbomb” (.com on the back). I told one woman it was ironic because I had been prophesying a bomb attack.


The volunteers returned August 1, 2018.

God says “I will guide you.

8 Your hand will find all Your enemies; Your right hand will find those who hate You. 9 You shall make them as a fiery oven in the time of Your anger; The Lord shall swallow them up in His wrath, And the fire shall devour them. Psalm 21

I had a vision of a stack of their chairs outside their door at the SRM shelter. God said, “Sit by the fire.” I had a similar dream about New Life Church before Ted Haggard fell…the church building was ablaze. Told Titus Yoder about the dream and said I would sit by the fire. Also had a vision of roaring fire at SRM, the office was like a roaring furnace. I told some cognizant people about that. Now is the time that judgment must begin at the house of God…


Twice in the middle of October, God woke me in the middle of the night. The first time, He said, “Decamp immediately!” Charlie let me out and I prayer walked all night long. The next week He had to awaken me twice one night; the second time came with a dream of warning about “loss of personal freedom”. Sherrelle let me out at 2:00 for a second lap.

A third incident happened this evening, October 19. A cardboard sign was facing me while standing in line, to enter the shelter at 5 p.m., which read “Red Gooop” with a sketch of an eye in the center and an arrow to the eye. Was this routine gaslighting or something more?

God warned me years ago: “When I say go, you GO!” This has been an area of concern.

Thursday 11-16 6:30 p.m. On October 20, 2017 God said: More and more combative material to put in. Here is an example. As I contemplated my role in calling the police, God gave me two words: “they knew” and “prior consent”. Nuff sed? “The police have had it too good for too long.”

This is also why God did not want me to report the conspiracy to murder the homeless I mentioned above. It’s like asking the FBI who killed JFK. (As I write this, God says, “You never asked the Holy Spirit; you have to work with us.” 11-29) As I write this, He says, “I told you not to.”

Nov. 23 Note: God said, “sabotage.” I connected this clue with the Drake power plant fire, but it may be consistent with the gooop, too.

An important criterion

SRM has suffered a loss of blankets to shrinkage. Men who leave in the wee hours to line their bags up at the door have first dibs in the evening admission and are thereby assured a bunk and a blanket. As I write, a man is bundled up on a cot in the dark alley: once out, you can’t reenter. I prefer to stay on site as long as I can on cold mornings but have been without a blanket for a month or more, and I have asked God to make my lack thereof a consideration in the coming judgment. I don’t like sleeping in wet clothing.

Dec 9 11:44 p.m.

Sick all day. Vomiting. Diarrhea. Poison? We were greeted with a sign: no more blankets. BYOB. Haven’t seen Mike lately; he’s replaced.

Staff having a party. Hooligans in bathroom. “They came in last night.”

You don’t want to be anywhere near here.” “The media fix is in.” “Many are screaming bloody murder against the Church.”

Notified Robert, Don-Marie and security guard. Dec. 13, 3 a.m. Notified Andreas. Blog address given to Robert and Andreas. God says, “I’m running out of options.” “You did what you could.”

Thursday February 8. Informed volunteer Jody of all of this.

Discuss Stu. Feb 1, 2018.

I went to the homeless clinic to be on the record with lice (scabies and bedbugs). As it happened, I was to meet with Pastor Tim at First Presbyterian right afterward. I came out of his office and what do you suppose? A stranger named Stu was milling round outside. He was wearing polo shirt with an SRM logo! I told the staff and him about the lice. So I consider the cognizant authorities, SRM and the homeless clinic, to be informed of the problem.

Too sick…..the grapes from Legacy Wesleyan.
In late June 2018, I had a dream at the SRM shelter. I heard God’s voice say “Wake up! Wake up! Depart the house immediately!” He said, “Notify the authorities.” I told the police at 911. This is the most recent indication that the shelter will have to be evacuated” since I first received the bomb warning last Jan … right after my “larcenous” jaywalking ticket was issued (God is so clever!).

God told me to slow down; He will tell me when.
The shelter has fire exits, but they open out to an enclosed yard with no exits. The fire exits are, as a result, mere window dressing. I told Andreas about this. My mother’s cousin died in the Cocoanut Grove fire in Boston, 1942.


Americans like to think that atrocities are committed by inhuman monsters from faraway continents. I have seen that God’s grace is the only difference. Someone said that if only 1/10 of 1% of government employees are corrupt, it is till an army of 20,000.

*read about my encounter with NHIPD at Disaster upon Disaster here. See It’s their fault.


October 3, 2014

  • As surely as I live, declares the Sovereign Lord, your sister Sodom and her daughters never did what you and your daughters have done. “‘Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen. (Ezekiel 16:48-50 NIV)
  • For the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands stayed on her. (Lamentations 4:6)
  • 17 The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God. For the needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever. (Psalm 9)
  • 25 But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. (Luke 16)
  • 10 For the love of money is the root of all evil: (1Timothy 6)
  • 6 But ye have despised the poor. (James 2) 2:14-17
  • 5 Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him? (James 2)
  • God created it so everyone would have enough. (Jesus Christ)
  • “Mark this, then, you who qforget God, lest I tear you apart, and there be rnone to deliver! (Psalm 50:22 ESV)

This morning I was thrown out of Carsophagus. I slept on the street for three weeks after Dave (D-cubed) moved it and forgot to tell me where, but the Lord showed me its location and I moved back in for a week. A long walk to Nam’s for free coffee and a cornbread muffin took me past the housing authority. My 60th is next month and I thought it convenient to investigate the availability of housing assistance. I told the clerk I had signed up some years earlier. She informed me the good news was that my name had been on the list but the bad news was that I was removed after a letter they sent me was returned undelivered. Now, she commiserated, Section 8 is closed and I must be 62 to qualify for public housing. Tomorrow morning while waiting in the breakfast feed line, a young stranger will correct me, saying he will have had gone into the housing office the day before I to submit an application for Section 8 with no problem. Satan’s day is not complete until he makes a liar out of me.

Within an hour of leaving the office, I saw this headline on the front page of the Gazette: Federal probe into Colorado Springs’ troubled housing division to widen God said, “There are no coincidences” and this sort of thing makes me wonder how far my zone of influence actually reaches. He said I have wingtips the world knows nothing of. He recently told me the city is being destroyed before my eyes. I prayed this prayer in the spirit: I apologize for causing so much consternation on the dark side. Pray I get my sleeping bag back.

Friend and foe alike (apologies to JFK)

Dave’s behavior has been suspicious, showing up with Carsophagus when he did, the very day CSPD raided my camp and stole all my belongings including the crystal cruse. Why would a slanderer with strong negative eugenic tendencies who has “nothing but contempt” for my inferior posterior let Poor Homeless Man sleep in his car for two years? Is it my breadth? The Son of Man hath not where to lay his head. He believes it is the Stockholm Syndrome, but he is delusional. And has Carsophagus, of late, been seen abandoned in a lot across from the Springs Rescue Mission? Dan says he has a photo but it can’t be seen from the street; I looked.

The natives get restless now and then, prompting Dave to move it again, but the police have not so much as marked a tire in all that time. He moved Carsophagus from a secure spot in the parking lot by Walmart when Yvette came by, saying a man like me could not be allowed to reproduce and he was going to have me castrated and lobotomized. He calls me “drain bamaged”. The windows are always closed tight lest it rain, and I asked him if he punches holes in the lid when he catches grasshoppers. One tire went flat, but Dave has been incommunicado for more than a month. Maybe it’s not his car. After I found and moved back in to Carsophagus, in early October, I held a sword to his chest and said, “Have you ever been held at the point of a sword?” In a vision, that is.

He sleeps in a car himself, and purports to own many cars–Dan sleeps in another–which he fixes up and resells. When he parked next to me on the Walmart lot, he often had his hood up and wiped his hands on a rag, but I’m not sure he ever did any actual work.

In a vision I told someone, “I am going to ask God to break your neck.” The blood drained from his face and he went into shock. I have had hints in the spirit about a certain suicidal someone breaking his neck and Dave’s data points can be made to fit the curve. Dave appeared to me in a dream and asked, “Do you have any idea the challenges I am facing?” The Lord answered, “Isn’t that the same thing he was up against all those years?” I believe he is in this up to his eyeballs. The Lord said, “Take the battle to the enemy.” God said I have a right to know what’s going on and finding that out is the challenge; ultimately I believe it will bring the fortune God has spoken of. When I lost the Powerball–I could have had PB & J, He said, “You can have it simple or you can have it hard.” Or, what happens when you vex the Lord? (November 1 update: when I walked back to Carsophagus from breakfast this morning, Dave zipped up in another of his many cars, asked me when I plan to vacate the vehicle, a wasp stung me on my left hand, and drove off. I told him the winter shelter opens tonight and I plan to stay there.)

The secondaries have shown an interest in this also, asking me if I have moved my stuff out of the car and into the shed which Ronald Lee has rented for me. That seems to be the master plan and I moved much of my winter clothing in, but even with a shopping cart, it would be logistically infeasible to move everything from A to B. And like the Pharisees of old, no one will lift a finger to help me do what he wants done. “Tough love” is a tempting euphemism for haters. Ronald Lee also rebuked me, but I said, “What if I moved everything into the shed and then lost the shed?” I’d be right back where I started. Well, guess what?

This afternoon Oct. 13, 2014, I was shopping at the SRM warehouse–I found a nice pair of 46-32 pants for Anthony–when my cell phone rang. It was Jeffrey Allen Daniels from Security Self Storage, which owns the shed Ronald Lee has rented for me since about mid-January. The call originated from 719-328-9225. I was told to reach him at 719-447-1889. I know I am paid up till mid-November, but he accused me of being overdue, saying my bill was payable back in September. How did he know I can’t find my receipts for October and November? Ronald Lee had seemed eager to subsidize a storage shed for me; he even gave me a lock and key! Being dunned by a “creditor” is a new experience for me. Mid October is when the wicked like to attack the homeless and steal all our winter gear. This, in addition to the fact that my old age pension kicks in the first of November, which will give me money my enemies don’t want me to have, strengthens my belief that all this is by design. Now I can take over payments from Ronald Lee. New levels new devils. But I have no intention of throwing good money after bad.

My inaccessible storage shed. I can’t get in since my check bounced. See A Bank Robbery, below.

[Updates on above

  • (November 1 update: a couple days ago I got a voice mail that my storage unit has been locked up.)
  • (Gunboat Diplomacy: 11-7. In a dramatic show of force by the city, two cruisers from the Great White Fleet put the helm hard aport ahead of me, and hove to outside the pawn shop, to monitor my approach and departure after a long walk from the soup kitchen. The storage rental office would be closed for lunch, the sign said, until 2:10, another 45 minutes after I arrived to pay another installment. I left without waiting. I got a word in the spirit some years ago: Should we hire more police or just deal with you?)
  • (I intended to walk down there again on the 10th as I am only paid through the 14th, but God told me not to. It’s in His hands now. Stay tuned; the last chapter has yet to be written.)
  • (No closer to closure. Paid my $39 through mid December on the 17th of November. Yes, I got a receipt. The woman behind the counter was confused because they have no customer named Jeffrey Martin who is delinquent on payments, nor do they have an Allen Daniels or Cathy in their employ, nor is their company called Security Self Storage, as my 10 voice mails indicated. The company I am with is Secure Care Self Storage. A little research reveals their phone number to be 719-471-8104. But there is another company by that name down the road, she said, and she was going to call them about these discrepancies. So not only was my personal phone number used to call a total stranger to dun him for his delinquent storage fees, but Jeffrey Martin was a customer of a completely different company entirely.
  • The Battle of Mudville. Next morning, an attempt was made on my life: I received a word at the library, “I just saved your life.” Moments later, EMTs were attending to “Casey, a 40 year old male.” God said, “The assassins will be assassinated.”)
  • (Feb 13, 2015. After receiving a few more calls, which I ignored, I overheard this in the spirit today: “It’s going to cost him a pretty penny to keep everything there.” This is twelve words. Compare the word, “This could cost us a lot of money.” Also, ” Everyone who’s at the top is going to get nailed together.” Again, “We’re in big, big trouble.” These words came after I thought about Ent’s possible involvment here.)
  • Winter 2016. Another vector in the threat matrix. The Zersetzung tactic of introducing mice in my storage to destroy my personal effects.
  • October 4, 2017. The Shylock Branch of Zion Bank. A perfect storm. My enemies have a. stopped my COAP, b. stopped my EBT food stamps, ostensibly to offset an “accidental” COAP overpayment, c. drained my FOREX, like Chutes and Ladders without the ladders, and d. continued to steal my Social Security, and then some, plunging me into debt through proprietary Vectrabank procedures. In September, I was able to pay my tithe and buy an inexpensive toenail clipper. November 2, I was disenrolled from Wal-Mart’s Family Mobile data plan. No more storage shed. Thus no showers at 24 Hour Fitness. No laundry. No access to warm clothing for the winter. God said, “anything can carry the hantavirus.” This is obviously related to the rodent infestation and raises a question whether I should abandon the storage shed entirely, anyway. Or it may refer to a possible divine retaliation tactic. I believe there is a tie-in with the recent massacre as well. God said “Let’s do Las Vegas,” and this morning, “death, carnage and destruction.” An acquaintance passed me on Tejon yesterday. He said “hi, Dave.” He was wearing a CIA hat. The devil does like to show off. Now they appear to be draining my battery by keeping me from updating my blog; not to worry: I know there are “thousands of angels to help me propagate the word.”] God says, “collusion”.

It is God that avengeth me, and subdueth the people under me. (Psalm 18:47)

I couldn’t help but notice the apparent disappearance of my storage receipt for February 2015 from Ronald Lee’s apartment as I prepared to pay for March, not to mention the inexplicable damage that has come to my effects.

A shoe from my shed. Ronald Lee Sells liked to rip the seams from my clothing.

This is a token he left behind after breaking in last July.

Is SecurCare Self Storage part of the problem?

Mark and Karen bought me Texas Steers for winter. God said, “Take them right back!”

He has been encouraging me to move everything out of storage and into his apartment even though his lease is about to expire and renewal is uncertain because of his criminal record. Ronald Lee is 76 and claims to be a Christian, but for some time now he has been beset with many difficulties including a hostile roommate (I moved in when he moved out) and his hernia and truss, and bruises and sciatic pain which ensued upon being thrown down in a physical attack by his roommate who told Ronald Lee when he left that he had made his life a living hell. I suspect R.L. of being a possible target as well as a possible perp; he is a convicted sex offender. But the point is, these kind of problems often befall my enemies and I hope he is not involved in this conspiracy. I opened the refrigerator and saw a pinhole punched in an eggshell. “Isn’t albumin used to grow cultures?” I thought. Or was it routine gaslighting? I got a word of wisdom once, “You have much to fear if you are working against me.” He often must lie down in a prone position to push his guts back in, and the Lord had told me to “crucify them lengthwise.” Like King Jehoram (2 Chronicles 21):

12 And a letter came to him from Elijah the prophet, saying,

Thus says the Lord God of your father David:

Because you have not walked in the ways of Jehoshaphat your father, or in the ways of Asa king of Judah, 13 but have walked in the way of the kings of Israel, and have made Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem to play the harlot like the harlotry of the house of Ahab, and also have killed your brothers, those of your father’s household, who were better than yourself, 14 behold, the Lord will strike your people with a serious affliction—your children, your wives, and all your possessions; 15 and you will become very sick with a disease of your intestines, until your intestines come out by reason of the sickness, day by day.

18 After all this the Lord struck him in his intestines with an incurable disease. 19 Then it happened in the course of time, after the end of two years, that his intestines came out because of his sickness; so he died in severe pain. And his people made no burning for him, like the burning for his fathers. NKJV

God gave me this word: Remove his name from the Book of Life. I hope it is not a word for R.L. He’s a nice guy and the evidence is circumstantial, but plausible deniability is a hallmark of the gaslighter and Christ had warned me to “always question everyone’s motives”; others always question mine. I don’t want to mention this lest I sound accusatory; we both could be falling prey to a man-in-the-middle attack intended to sow distrust in each other. But “a false prophet,” the Lord said, “pulls his punches for everyone’s benefit.”

Final note? February 22, 2016 God said to see if Ron was still alive, a few days after I posted the shoe photos.

Pastor Robert Moran of the Street Church had preached a message on persecution; I think the passage was from Luke chapter 6:

22“Blessed are you when men hate you, and ostracize you, and insult you, and scorn your name as evil, for the sake of the Son of Man. 23“Be glad in that day and leap for joy, for behold, your reward is great in heaven. For in the same way their fathers used to treat the prophets. 24“But woe to you who are rich, for you are receiving your comfort in full. 25“Woe to you who are well-fed now, for you shall be hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep. 26“Woe to you when all men speak well of you, for their fathers used to treat the false prophets in the same way. (NASB)

The pastor works for the sheriff’s department at the Criminal Justice Center (CJC), the county jail, with which I am well acquainted. Jesus calls it “Cookie-Cutter Justice”. In the middle of the message, he pointed me out and called me out by name as an example, like another deputy, a stranger to me, had done at the gun safety class I described in another post. (click here) That dep pointed me out and said, “Maybe this guy over here is all right; but then again, maybe he’s not all right.” I remember one public defender I had who always began with “Let’s say you’re a murderer.” Robert said, “‘David over there stole from me.’ ‘Really? He stole something from you?’ ‘No, but I am going to say that he did.’” This hypothetical false-witness account is one more example of the locus of weirdness I am privileged to experience, but a similarity to the storage shed situation cannot be ignored. With treachery the treacherous deal treacherously.

Many love to bear false witness. Most believe God’s law has been nailed to the Cross, rendering it irrelevant. But Deuteronomy 19 stubbornly insists on punishment for violators of the Ninth Commandment in the following way:

15 One witness is not enough to convict a man accused of any crime or offense he may have committed. A matter must be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses. 16 If a malicious witness takes the stand to accuse a man of a crime, 17 the two men involved in the dispute must stand in the presence of the LORD before the priests and the judges who are in office at the time. 18 The judges must make a thorough investigation, and if the witness proves to be a liar, giving false testimony against his brother, 19 then do to him as he intended to do to his brother. You must purge the evil from among you. 20 The rest of the people will hear of this and be afraid, and never again will such an evil thing be done among you. 21 Show no pity: life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.

One of my sonnets ends with this sestet:

MUFON cut a warrant for his arrest.

Whose bubble’s bigger than his sphere may say,

“Mario Lanza sang Without a Song,

But ultimately, poetry is just

One’s way of letting people know that they

Were right about the poet all along.

When my mother fell and broke her hip, I called the paramedics who, I have reason to believe, jumped to their own conclusions about Public Enemy Number One and his poor, innocent, old mother. The fire department again. False witness again. The Lord said, “Inferior men judge by their own standards.” He gave me a vision of someone stooped over a body, crumpled in a heap, and said, “That’s what happens when you judge before all the facts are in.” Judge not lest ye be judged.

Break a leg

I told God, “It all seems so contrived.” He answered, “The damage is real.” After my mother broke her hips and I went homeless, a car pulled along side. I heard a loud, clear voice in my head, but it was not the voice of God; it was a projection: “May the Lord Jesus Christ break your legs in three places,” or something similar. I answered, “Amen, Lord, nail them to the wall.” At the old Lord of Glory, I sat in the dining room alone and two came in. One asked the other, “If I break one bone in one place and another bone in two places, is that three broken bones?” At CJC, as two big deputies were escorting me to the cooler because I wouldn’t let them search my mouth after church, I said what the Lord had indicated earlier: “I may ask God to break your legs. Would that be all right?” Then, a word about severe arthritis. When I was camping under the Nevada bridge, a young whore and her drunken boyfriend decided they wanted to use my sleeping bag for a rendezvous, but it was already in use by me. I asked them if they wanted God to break their legs. They left, but sometime later, she stumbled in off the trail with her legs bleeding; she had gashed herself with pieces of broken glass. As I contemplated the storage unit situation, I overheard the following: “broke both bones in one leg.” Not sure what to make of it yet.

Hard to swallow

I was unceremoniously evicted from Ray Aguilera’s because the Rev. Jack Barr, who is probably a donor to the ministry, took issue with the word of the Lord I faithfully presented. The Lord said it was “hard to swallow.” (see “throat cancer” judgment) Rev. Barr slandered me severely with every possible rebuke, invective and execration in red capital letters with exclamations. Never met the guy. They said Jesus was demon possessed and raving mad, too (John 10:20), so I know I am in good company.

I graciously posted, in response, that the matter might easily be resolved in the following way: if his character assassination of me were true, God might simply break my legs, but if I were being faithful to the Truth, God might break his legs, and that the Bible indicates this would be done for us if we agreed thereupon in prayer.

He never got back to me, but soon thereafter embarrassed himself, publicly posting a phony interpretation of tongues which was clearly wrong. He publicly admitted to being a false prophet. As far as I know, he is still a trusted leader in Ray’s ministry.

[Prophecy] Fw: From Jack Barr – To All who are on my email list –Wednesday, January 21, 2009 4:55 AM


“Raymond Aguilera”



—– Original Message —– From: “godsword” <>

To: “Godsword” <>

Sent: Tuesday, January 20, 2009 5:56 PM

Subject: From Jack Barr – To All who are on my email list -> Friends,


> It would appear that all has failed, It would appear that all, or part of what I have said over the years is not the truth. It appears that there are very many who are convinced that I am a False Prophet, and I cannot, and will not deny.

> If any of you wish to be removed from my email list, Please send me an email with the word in the subject line “Remove” and I will remove your name from my email mailing list.


> Thank you all for the many years that you have listened to me. I do ask that each of you do continue to pray for me.


> With the Love of Jesus

> Jack Barr




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Delicious irony

127 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. 2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

One of the most secure spots in the city has to be the beloved Drake power plant. A new bike trail, built for the beloved Olympic Committee, is impassible in the winter due to impacted snow from the swarming security vehicles. But a terrorist need only stand by and watch: this very location has been shut down since a fire knocked it offline several months ago. Now it’s more secure than ever.

Delicious baloney

I want to commend Colorado Pest Management from Englewood CO for their civic virtue. It feels good to be able to say something positive for once. I got a baloney sandwich at the Salvation Army “Sally” wagon this evening and sat down on the curb to eat. CPM drove by in front of me through the crowd, but nobody flagged them down; they U-turned in the cul-de-sac and paraded out before me. These selfless people went out of their way to ensure a clean, safe food preparation environment for the homeless.

The apostle Paul was accused in Jerusalem by Tertullus before Felix the governor and Ananias the high priest of being a “pestilent fellow” (Acts 24:5). Nothing new under the sun.

On the same page, if you have never felt thrust into the middle of a Chinese fire drill, come to Colorado Springs and get a load of the dog catchers’ demonstration of precision car-eography. No longer content to be mere animal welfare officers, the new trucks are emblazoned impressively: ANIMAL LAW ENFORCEMENT.

I took a priceless photo of ANIMAL LAW ENFORCEMENT standing sentry over Carsophagus. They pulled into one empty space on veteran’s parade day, 11-8, precisely as I approached on foot.

a priceless photo of ANIMAL LAW ENFORCEMENT standing sentry over Carsophagus
Some years ago, I had a vision of my car, which was towed away when I was arrested at the nursing home for visiting my mother and never seen again. The word which accompanied this vision was: You need a search warrant to look in there. So if the authorities are hindered in their desire to search and seize unfettered at will, what countermeasure can they employ? They simply invite me to move in to one of their cars. They can do what they want with their own property.

In another vision of the car, I said, “God will take away your protection and you will surely die.” Who knows; maybe I’ll get it back some day.

Y shit happens

I felt led to join the YMCA with my prorated first-month Colorado old age pension money, a strategic victory for anyone living on the street. She didn’t tell me the $77 signup fee would be waived three weeks later from Black Friday through January 12, 2015. I arrived early next morning to find someone had shattered the front door with a rock overnight. God had given me a word about broken windows, too. NO, David doesn’t qualify for the waiver. David doesn’t qualify for a reduced monthly fee because of his advanced age or meager income. David doesn’t qualify for Silver Sneakers and free membership for the rest of his life. What does David qualify for? See below.


As I contemplated all this, a TV newscaster said, “It will cost them more than just money to fix that.”

A bank robbery

Retaliate with overwhelming provocation. –a word from 9/11 onward

Don’t make it look like a robbery.

Ron channeled me a message: “If we protect you at our expense, it will cost you everything.” Another contract of adhesion? Then something in the spirit about restraining oneself from cutting more than a pound of flesh. September 13, 2017. God said, “You’ll soon run out of money.” I pull in $313 Social Security every month, which is more than enough to cover my expenses. Any debt I appear to have accrued to Zion Bank is, in the final analysis, purely a figment of their imagination. Fiduciary can be found in the dictionary under “F”. But I expect the high priesthood of mammon will reject God’s counsel against themselves in the Temple.

August 17, 2017. God told me to open an account at Vectra Bank in 2015 when my Colorado Old Age Pension kicked in. I get enough Social Security to pay a bill or two, but my COAP was revoked in December. Due to personal exigencies and a long month, I was dunned $-35 for insufficient funds. Make that $-70 for a total deficit of $-97. $-122.94 with the overdraft service fee, etc. Add in $-8.00 per day since the 12th. As of October 8, 2017, $-91. God Himself seems to be providing the accelerants. No matter: He said He would give it back to me. If Vectra Bank continues taking more money out than I can put in, my account will be unsustainable. There are two possibilities here: God wants me to have it or He wants them to have it. Now, I see what appears to be a broken window at Zion Bank’s Vectra Bank. Is my Schadenfreude showing? God rebukes the devourer for my sake. Malachi 3:11


God said, “Let’s see how long it takes them to figure it out.”

God told me “this evil won’t carry you.” And, “It’s not what you’re doing, it’s who you’re doing it to.” And recently, “If I didn’t have what it takes, I would be alarmed at the progress my enemies are/aren’t making against me.” Shakespeare may have seen Shylock, but God showed me the Mammonite “Shapiro, famous for cheating the public.”

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. Psalm 121:7

Sept. 26 10 p.m. Tomorrow morning my Social Security comes in. $313.00. Today my EBT disappeared and I lost out on some Ramen noodles. They missed the memo about my repayment arrangement for $773 OAP at $10 a month for 77 months from my EBT entitlement. They “accidentally” overpaid me one month in January 2017. My bank balance is $-230.00 and I have lost access to my storage shed with my winter gear. Instead of prosecuting me for jaywalking, etc., the city should prosecute Zion Bank’s Vectra Bank for usury and larceny and criminal mischief. Jesus Christ said “We can’t let the Jews have their way.” And again, “The Jews and their modern banking maze.” Jesus also said, “I want to know how much they stole and what they’re going to do about it.” God said “loan shark” and showed me a bad spider bite.

21 you then who teach others, do you not teach yourself? While you preach against stealing, do you steal? 23 You who boast in the law dishonor God by breaking the law. 24 For, as it is written, “The name of God is blasphemed among the Gentiles because of you.” 25 For circumcision indeed is of value if you obey the law, but if you break the law, your circumcision becomes uncircumcision. Romans 2

Don’t even ask about my Forex account.

God told me that “anyone who is true to Christ is going to wander as a beggar.” Jesus Christ also said that “no one will be able to buy or sell without the mark of the beast.” I guess I am but an early adopter.

Many homeless fly signs around here but the best would be to sit outside Vectra Bank with a shabby coat that read LAZARUS…with an hourglass…from Luke 16, of course.

VectraBank steals my lunch money; Daddy breaks their windows

The kingdom of God is not in word, but in power. 1 Corinthians 4:20

The signs of a true apostle were performed among you with utmost patience, with signs and wonders and mighty works. 2 Corinthians 12:12

You’ll know by the magnitude of the work. Jesus to me

Apostles are made, not heard. Jesus to me

January 4, 2018 update. Yesterday, SecurCare Self Storage auctioned off all my personal effects because VectraBank has been stealing my Social Security and putting me in debt for the privilege. Yes, this affords the enemy another opportunity to perform a warrantless search and seizure; but more to the point, this morning I noticed several more VextraBank windows were broken. (“Dusseldorf“)

I prophesied against the Wells Fargo Tower. Here it is collapsing into a sinkhole, as reflected in a broken window at ZionBank/VextraBank. See Disaster Upon Disaster.


Notice the man praying in the middle.

He suffered no man to do them wrong: yea, he reproved kings for their sakes; Saying, Touch not mine anointed and do my prophets no harm. Psalm 105:14,15 (a hundred million)

Arbeit Macht Frei

The shelter at SRM features a helpful sign that reads THE SOUL OF THE SLUGGARD DESIRETH AND HATH NOTHING: BUT THE SOUL OF THE DILIGENT SHALL BE MADE FAT. Prov. 13:4. Burp.

August 8, 2017 I had a vision of a jogger. God said, “a challenge for Krauss.”

Sting operation

Black Friday was a milestone on the great heavenly Gantt chart for another reason. Before I discovered the broken windows, I walked from the mission’s winter shelter early in the morning and overshot the Y to get my duffel bag from Carsophagus. Unfortunately, neither it nor the duffel were there; yes folks, Carsophagus, and everything in it, is gone for good this time. When my car disappeared from the supermarket lot in Dover NH in the early ’80’s, it had simply been plowed in under a huge pile of snow; I had only to wait for spring to retrieve it. The police witnessed my recovery thereof, dare any doubt my tale. But Carsophagus is no longer there. I overheard someone say, “shake it off”, which is what I did when a wasp tried, unsuccessfully, to sting me at Dave’s previous appearance (op. cit.). In a curious coincidence, someone broke a window on Dave’s minivan when it was parked at Bob Hale’s apartment.

What’s better than a bomb threat?

God said, “Smoke antlers.” The Antlers Hilton requested another reminder about who’s in charge. Not in so many words. A half dozen goons escorted me out of the building for using the public restroom. There are plenty of people they suck up to routinely who are of dubious character. A week or so before, an open bottle of beer was left in the stall, which I drank. I mention the beer because the thugs who viciously attacked me when I was sleeping in the outhouse at America the Beautiful Park also came in beforehand to give me a beer. I said I was asking God to return the favor, that’s all. In Jesus’ Name, of course. By way of answer came a large explosion, power outage (see also Drake power plant) and evacuation. (see this article) The Holy Spirit says, “The prophet nailed ’em.” I cleaned their clock. (Their clock is always wrong.) See my video on Youtube about this.

The public sector does things differently; they simply hang a sign like this:

Shoot himself in the foot

Jesus spoke this word back when I was a plaything of the judicial system and it refers to the players in that theater. However, back in early September, homeless camper Chris Gay actually shot himself in the foot with his .44 magnum. “Was it a dum dum?” I asked. This shows there is not always a one-to-one correspondence between declaration and demonstration, which serves to keep me watching rather than talking. I can’t say much about this right now, except for his “I know the truth about you but I’m not telling” attitude that always accompanies a whisper campaign. Jesus said, “We lie by not telling the truth.” At the soup kitchen today, I sat down at the only open spot and a total stranger next to me picked up his tray and bolted away; he simply couldn’t bear to be seen in my proximity. Jesus told me I am the best man He ever met, but I can never hope to meet the impeccable standards of the good people of Colorado Springs. He said, “The closer you come to perfection, the greater the persecution will be.”

Hate crime

I thought it interesting, given my enemies’ obvious determination to violate every last one of my human, civil and constitutional rights, to find the neighborhood billboard warning against letting one’s gun get into the wrong hands and displaying a huge picture of a child holding a handgun. All summer long, its location was such that I was sure to see it several times a day. After this accident, it was replaced.


Wildfire update: Tuesday Dec. 9, I returned to the city council with an update on the wildfire prophecy.

Tag team triathlon

Which of my recent abodes is pictured here?



  1. Bob Hale’s apartment (2011).
  2. Dave Horton’s Carsophagus (2012-2014).
  3. Ronald Lee’s apartment (2015).

The correct answer is 3. If you chose both 1 and 3, you get extra credit. If you guessed 2, go back to the beginning and start over. Each of these elderly good Samaritans could easily load everything in a van and be out of the state before sundown.

It escaped my notice until recently that both 1 and 3, though miles apart, share the same appearance, the same unique exterior color scheme and building design, and floor plans. Both are in the 4300 block. I want to investigate whether the apartment numbers are the same also.

Department of Human Services again

First week of March, I made an offhand remark to Ronald Lee, that every time they mess with my food stamps the city burns, little knowing the Seventh would come and go with no benefits to my EBT card. I took the bus to DHS. Alysha Lovato, my representative, told me I missed my recertification but the amount would be posted the next day. I returned to ask why the promise had not been kept and was told I don’t get food stamps anymore because I am receiving an old age pension. She continued that I will lose the OAP also if I don’t move in with somebody and pay my “fair share” of expenses. But then, I may get my food stamps back. I’ll have to check the CFR on that.

A house falls on my sister

I paced back and forth in jail, 2004. Jesus Christ spoke plainly to me, saying, “If they don’t bond you out, they will lose the house.”

In 2016 I gave her the word. Around Christmas, she walked up to me at PPLD, where she worked, and told me she quit her job and they were moving to Virginia. First word she spoke to me in a long time. No sighting since.

I haven’t told her that she “is going bye-bye…Mary’s going to jail for a long, long time.”

Missing lynchpin

Who removed the lug nuts on her old Ford Pinto, that notorious rolling firebomb, causing the rear wheel to fall off when I drove back alone, and send it bounding across Academy Boulevard? Who was the missing link in that evolution?

Years later, in order to deplete my parents’ bank account, who caused the idiot light to intermittently flash on, prompting me to seek repairs and related expenses for my mother’s Mystique? Took months for Phil Long to find a good alternator in a distant city, if they ever did. Was it the same guy who routinely stood in the open window of the house across the alley from hers to monitor my garage procedures?

On the subject of mechanical mysteries, who caused traffic lights to change in series as I drove along to hinder my progress?

Or was it whoever rolled me over that big nail at the church? God had led me to spend my last money on flat tire fixer which I kept in my trunk. Saved my can. Got me to an air pump and well beyond.

Who tried to run me off the road with a Farmer’s Insurance car? an ambulance?

Now that I think of it, why did my retread slap-slap-slap all night when I moved from Alexandria to Hampton Beach in ’83? Who plowed that old VW wagon under a big pile of snow on that Dover NH parking lot in the early ’80s?

A word by the Spirit: If I didn’t have what it takes, I would be alarmed at the progress my enemies are/aren’t making against me. I asked God to continue delivering and saving me in the most wondrous, inexplicable and miraculous ways. He answered, “and if they still refuse to believe?”

Textbook Inquisition, gang stalker boilerplate

Touch not mine anointed and do my prophets no harm. Jesus said, “Many unfortunate things are true. The unfortunate thing is that you chose to violate the man of God.”

I warn people about the reemergence of the Inquisition. They specialize in sex crimes, which are currently in vogue, because no one could prove them wrong and their victims could never prove themselves innocent. One commentator opined that rape is such a serious charge that innocence is not an acceptable defense. Those who preferred being good Catholics to being good citizens could thus tip the scale to the dark side. Satan traded credibility for consensus a long time ago. And of course, the more you punish a man, the guiltier he is. Thus he continues to make himself look good by making others look bad; how better to validate his position? Or, how can one condense a cloud of innuendo to a drop of slander? Slander is justiciable. Jesus said, “People will go to any length to make the man of God look like a fool.”

Dave Horton, the chief inquisitor, and his antagonistic friend Dan, accused me publicly at the soup kitchen in early July 2015 of stealing my parents wedding rings while they were in the nursing home, like they would know, which I have often heard; this is the word on the street, a lie which serves to enable others to justify stealing from me. Jesus said, “The devil is lying about you big time.” He says I am “guilty of the truth.” I am “the fourth most wronged.”

Was not Christ Himself numbered with the transgressors? (Mark 15:28) For this reason, Jesus told me He is going to let me throw the first stone; what do we know about such a man? he is, by definition, without sin (John 8:7). He that is born of God does not commit sin. This principle is called in Scripture “vindication in the spirit” (1 Tim 3:16). God always has the last word. Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect?

Dave says, now that I am receiving a pension, I can move back in to Carsophagus for $100 a week. I thought he was paying me to stay there. I trust my personal effects are still in place. Jesus said, “Anything given to the man of God must be given unconditionally with no strings attached.”

Vandalism, the short story

One pinhead perp at the shelter stole my XL cap; he’s been wearing it ever since. I haven’t told him my scalp got infected in 2004 when Linda gave me a free haircut at ESM. The timing was curious when he disappeared from the shelter after I started spending time with Veronica; maybe it was her turn to watch me. I had to chuckle when, a couple months later, I found another at the mission and a woman immediately chimed in saying, “How long do you think you will be able to keep that hat?” Some would call it “strangeness at a distance”.

After being thrown out of Dr. Strangelove’s apartment at the end of May for commiting the unforgivable sin of believing on the Lord Jesus Christ unto salvation, I went to the shelter for my two week routine. I told my counselor I was receiving a pension and suddenly, he started putting as much effort into letting me stay as he had previously devoted to throwing me out. If I turn 70% of my pension into money orders payable to myself to put in a black hole with my name on it, to be applied against some future housing expenses, I can stay beyond the usual two week limit. God told me, Never trust a thief, and I don’t want to prejudge anyone, but I’m sure he is in a position to expedite a housing arrangement.

Last Saturday night, the 11th of July, I was scheduled for “mop 2” in the kitchen. I was the last one to finish and I got locked out of the men’s side when I returned the mop bucket outside. One thing is verboten above all else at Stalag 709: for men to be in the women’s side. But that was the only way in. A woman was smoking, useless to assist. I knocked on the door, called in with no answer and proceeded through. Not much was made of it.

But the day after, Barbara the security guard demanded where my cell phone was. Another thing verboten is to bring a camera into the dorms, which my Obamaphone had. But bringing a camera into the womens’ dorm is a double offense, and I am always a person of interest. I replied it was in my storage shed.

(Yesterday the13th, I went to the shed and when I left, a suspicious character came out right there at the same time and we walked in tandem to the gate. My code didn’t work twice, which has never happened before. She offered to use hers and it opened the gate. I decided not to walk behind her the rest of the way.)

The morning of the 14th I went to the shed for shoes and the lock was gone from the door and there were some wet bags caught under the door. The fanny pack with my new ELPH camera, Obamaphone, and Tracfone, (cables, batteries, etc) which I had been using for YouTube videos was wadded up empty and stuffed in another bag in place of the new Bible which was also gone. Coincidence? I don’t know what else is missing because I walked away; if one lock fails, so will two. It’s like a bus pass, which I also have not replaced. Should I pay for another month’s storage? August 2015, Jesus said “How much is it worth not to burn? I want to know what they stole and what they are going to do about it.” I told the city council about this quote.

Okay, okay, they also stole a Coach bag, the one with the stubs from the money orders I was required to submit for safe keeping to the Salvation Army Robert J Montgomery homeless shelter: $350 for June, $488 for July, $280 for August and $488 for September–I now have peremptory orders to be out by the end of September. Tom refused to give me a receipt for the money orders, saying the stubs were my receipts. One night in early July I got a word in the spirit: “If that money disappears, you’re going to hate yourself.” In mid August, the Lord spoke through me in the Holy Spirit saying, “How much is it worth to you not to burn? I want to know what they stole and what they are planning to do about it.” “We’re burning the city down one house at a time.”


After I made my two videos about Mountain Metropolitan Transit, I heard a word as I got off the bus: “I don’t want you making any more videos.” Sure sounded like God. After Ronald Lee and friends turned me out of his apartment in late May, I had to either leave my cameras in the storage shed or leave them with the shelter. I put them in the shed, effectively curtailing my video production. Based on what was stolen, I have reason to think RL. was involved in the break-in. I had given him a key to the lock a year earlier. He was also wont to tear and stain my clothing and the stitching had been torn out of the heel on one of my Seibel shoes from the mission. I must assume he is tied in with the shelter somehow. God said, “They’re all connected; all you have to do is prove it.” It may take another wildfire to root them all out. He said, “We won’t know who did what to whom until the books are opened.”

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20 And they rose early in the morning, and went forth into the wilderness of Tekoa: and as they went forth, Jehoshaphat stood and said, Hear me, O Judah, and ye inhabitants of Jerusalem; Believe in the Lord your God, so shall ye be established; believe his prophets, so shall ye prosper.              (2 Chronicles 20)

Surely the Lᴏʀᴅ Gᴏᴅ will do nothing, but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets.

The lion hath roared, who will not fear? the Lord Gᴏᴅ hath spoken, who can but prophesy?  (Amos 3:7,8)

15 Therefore thus saith the Lord concerning the prophets that prophesy in my name, and I sent them not, yet they say, Sword and famine shall not be in this land; By sword and famine shall those prophets be consumed.

16 And the people to whom they prophesy shall be cast out in the streets of Jerusalem because of the famine and the sword; and they shall have none to bury them, them, their wives, nor their sons, nor their daughters: for I will pour their wickedness upon them. (Jeremiah 14)

The war on poverty escalated over the weekend of October 5.  A dogcatcher parked across the street from Saturday’s More than a Meal breakfast feed for the homeless at Antler’s Park.  Antler’s Park is located between the celebrated Antler’s Hilton, built by the venerable city founder General William Jackson Palmer, and the equally celebrated Guiseppe’s restaurant in the old Denver and Rio Grande passenger station; Colorado Springs hasn’t had railroad service for many years.  The Hilton is currently in foreclosure to the tune of $36 million and the restaurant went out of business two years ago.  (click here and here for details.)  I have come to recognize these vehicles as gangstalker tokens.  Sundry suckers for satan circled like vultures in their big, expensive, late-model diesel pickup trucks.  VROOM! VROOM!  Be afraid, be very afraid.  Jesus had Nazareth and I have Colorado Springs.  Some days later, all but two picnic tables had been removed from the pavilion.  Don’t even think about using the restrooms.  This will also adversely affect various other clusterfeeds at the same location, such as the Friday night chickenless chicken feed and the Sunday night service and dinner by the Street Church.  The tables were removed and the restrooms closed in Dorchester Park a few years ago as a proof-of-concept.  Perhaps they were emboldened by the recent scrapping from the city budget of plans to help the homeless (click here).  Like an overweight woman in high heels, one can only look on with white knuckles.

Mayor Bach, our new “strong” mayor, is having a town hall meeting on the 30th, right here at the library.  I may at that time bring them up to date on the various acts of God they have cursed themselves with.  I attended a city council meeting before the Black Forest wildfire, as I had before the Waldo Canyon fire, when I first pronounced the warning, but was not invited to speak.  Funny nobody knows how either fire started.  (click here)  (click here also)  (here, too)  (and here.)  Or should I just keep it a surprise? about the next fire, I mean.  They don’t seem interested….

This morning, at Jeff’s Bible study, I made mention of the many who have trampled Patricia’s ministry underfoot in recent years.  Stefon nearly choked.  This evening at SOL, she announced that Russell wouldn’t be there because he hurt his foot.  Stepped on a nail.  Jesus said, “They did things they thought would mess everything up, but they messed things up for themselves.”  This is a nice sixteen-word message.  Now, as of July 2017, Russell has gone back to Oregon to spend his remaining days with relatives because he has cancer.  Six months to a year left, Don told me.

Gird up your lions

Jeff’s Bible study recently discussed whether God gets angry.  It seems that, as a nation, we have gone from Jonathan Edwards’ “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” to the more comfortable “God’s not angry with you.”  The unjust stewards continue to reduce the debt burden in order to be well received, as in our Lord’s parable (Luke 16:1-13).  The Lord gave me this word: “blatantly dishonest“; I wonder why.  I remember telling Suicide Mike McCartney, the Bible teacher, now deceased, he was intellectually dishonest. We have had similar discussions in the past about whether God created evil, about whether he forsakes his people, etc.  I laid out the appropriate scriptures on the matter, God is angry with the wicked every day, for example, and Jeff concluded, saying, “Okay.  So God does not get angry.”   That night, while praying in Carsophagus, the Lord asked me, “Did you ever see an angry lion?”  The Lord also asked me if I were going to kill someone, he didn’t say who, and then said he would do it for me.  … they feared not the LORD: therefore the LORD sent lions among them, which slew some of them. (2 Kings 17:25)  Soon after, on Oct 17 2013, one lion killed another at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo here in the Springs (click here).  But wait! the Bible requires two witnesses; don’t forget the same thing happened at the Dallas Zoo Nov 17, 2013 (click here).

Here is another for good measure, posted Oct.14, 2014. Click here.

This gives us the scriptural three witnesses.  “For you are surrounded by lions, of which I am the strongest.”  

I heard from an insider that the Springs Rescue Mission got the contract from the city for a cold weather shelter and will be opening this winter, every night from Nov. 1 until April, no matter the temperature.  Thirty cots, first come first served, same as the Salvation Army shelter but without the fuss.  No more need to find out every day if they will be open, if the temperature might drop below 32 that night.  They use as predictor; they always highball the predictions.  No more need to try to sign in at 4:30p.m. and then come back at 7p.m. and then 9 p.m. to see if they will deign to allow us to sleep on the floor for the night.  No more need to walk down to the mission for dinner and back because the Salvation Army R. J. Montgomery New Hope shelter from the homeless won’t feed “cold weather” people on cold weather days, when the predicted high is below 20.  (This is a revision; in previous years, the cutoff for a cold weather day was 32 degrees for a high.  But now, the latest revision has been revised: the high temperature forecast must be 20 or less two days in a row for them to open for the day.)  Now the shelter will no longer open during the day regardless of the temperature, but if there is even a chance it will not go below 32 for a low, they won’t open at night, either. The latest revised revision is that the winter shelters at New Hope and the Springs rescue mission will be open from Nov 1st to April 15th, the mayor called them up to advise, so they infer from the new policy that any date outside of that envelope will not represent a cold weather threat.  No more need to go, when the shelter is full, to  sleep at the mission’s overflow and wait outside in the cold until the shelter calls with the word that they are full.

I understand Cindy, the director’s daughter at the shelter, was fired for embezzlement not nepotism; the word insubordination also comes to mind.  She always enjoyed asking each of us if he were a convicted sex offender whenever we signed in.  Long time employee Mary was fired, too, I am told.  She always enjoyed asking, “Why are they all here?  Because they’re not all there.”  I have written about Jazz, the sex pervert, elsewhere.  It’s all hush-hush, but I don’t believe it’s coincidence; they were casualties in “the battles of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.”  Good riddance.

Does God have a sense of humor?  He told me to win the Powerball back in 2001 and I didn’t do it; now I must daily submit my name into a lottery to vie for an overnight cot in the mission’s “winter shelter”.  They decided on a lottery, drawing 30 names from our signup list, posting winners at dinner time every day, to determine who gets a spot for the night at the mission; now the situation has reversed and Stalag 709, the RJ Montgomery internment camp, handles overflow for SRM.  We’re talking, between the two of them, sixty spots max.  Now, we must wait at the mission until all the stragglers, who won the lottery for a cot that night, arrive, upon which we B-list outliers who are flying standby but weren’t called, are given referrals.  We then walk across the tracks and up to the shelter and wait outside in the cold, if they decide to open that night, until the mission calls with an “okay” that they are full.  If there is an empty cot at the mission, they simply won’t call the shelter until…?  It is not uncommon to stand outside in the cold for three to six hours between the two of them, which gives the shelter ample time to hide the towels; the winter shelter at the mission has neither shower nor laundry while those at RJ Montgomery are effectively off limits to the winter shelter homeless.  But residents must clean the showers and cold weather people don’t.  They don’t, however, see any inconsistency by complaining about the smell.  Haves and have-nots.  The mission only allows one thin blanket per person like the shelter, depending on who you are, but tends to be colder inside.  On the positive, however, I must admit these blankets, when properly folded, make nice pillows.  When many of us were sick with pneumonia or whatever it was, I was especially sick, they allowed us another dirty blanket from the laundry.  The Lord says, “You’re welcome.”  I hate to be petty, but personally, having been a victim of these sadistic charities for years, I would not recommend donating to them without strict accountability.  They use the Lord’s lucrative name to garner donations, but are a necessary evil in my opinion.  (Note: the following sentence is in the “rumor” stage; I have not yet verified the facts.)  Before Thanksgiving, a pregnant woman was thrown out of the SRM cold weather shelter and froze to death.  2They shall put you out of the synagogues: yea, the time cometh, that whosoever killeth you will think that he doeth God service.  John 16:2

Thus far in November, I have focused on two churches here in an attempt to open up a forum in which to bring the word of the Lord for the city.  Last night, Five Dollar Mission brought their weekly donation of McDonald’s hamburgers to the homeless shelter, and I had another talk with Andrew from New Life Church downtown.  I offered to give him my email address and he replied that there was a zero percent chance that I would be allowed to address the congregation.  I said I figured as much, but warned him there would be consequences either way, if the fire burns in to the Broadmoor area at the base of Cheyenne Mountain as I predict.  If the prophecy is fulfilled, these pastors will have to answer.  Lest I be perceived as harassing the pastor, I also gave him my email address Sunday Dec 1 and told his surrogates that if they didn’t want to hear what I have to say, I don’t want to hear what they have to say, and I have not returned.

(The following links were added in 4-29-14.  Thanks Pete.)  I submitted a comment to this Fox 21 News article, under wildfires, but it was not, as usual, published.  I would not want to be one who thinks to shut down the Truth.  See also this link.  And this link here.

This morning, Tues Dec 3, I was thrown out of Jeff’s Bible study for not following his “guidelines”.  The Holy Spirit says, “He had his chance.”  This had been building for a few weeks; Laure started attending and opened with Hebrews 1:1, In the past God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets at many times and in various ways, but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom also he made the universe.  I knew what she meant, but I knew what she meant, if you know what I mean.  From experience, I was more than prepared to counter that attack with Ephesians 4:11,12, which they are surely familiar with by now: So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, 12 to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up….  Jeff bears a striking resemblance to Suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased,  He and Laure recently bought expensive new his and hers Toyotas; Mike and Brenda preferred matching BMW 7s.  December 10, I heard the Holy Spirit say, “You’re doing something wrong and you need to stop it.  Right now!”  He didn’t put a face on it.  The other church is First Pres…more on that later.  The Lord said, “Set them free.”

Oh, and there is also Pastor Joseph Winger at Boulder Street Church, to whom I brought the word; his immediate response was that some people try to make themselves look good, which has only one interpretation.  This is common: the Lord says, “X,y,z.”; but when I say, “The Lord says, ‘X,y,z.’,” I am accused of exalting myself.

I have been trying to spread the word by handing out copies of my TorChat:

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new TorChat address!

I gave one to Pastor Baird of First Pres at the Wednesday pizza outreach at Old Chicago.  I have since heard from Victoria that the ministry will be permanently terminated on Dec 19th, but maybe it’s a coincidence.  Timothy told me it is merely being relocated, but maybe I’m not supposed to know that.  When the pastor was on one of his many overseas junkets, I gave the word to his assistant, Rose, but maybe she didn’t pass it on.  My passport was never renewed, either.  At the last meeting, I reminded Baird of my willingness to bring the word if he wanted, and he said okay, but I am still waiting.  Pastor Baird resigned from the ministry before Easter.  I told Ron Place, a teacher who took over for Baird, but he moved to Buena Vista.  His house is by the Broadmoor.  Also told Pastor Matt Holtzman, but he reminded me how ridiculous it would be for me to address the congregation.

Saturday night, Dec 7, at the Rock and Roll church at SRM (a third church I have focused on this month), I again told the pastor, Howard, I would be willing to give the word for the city at his invitation, but he gave me the brush off.  A week later, same time same channel, it was Pastor Larry–the pastors rotate throughout the month.  I rarely attend the SRM Circle Church on Sundays, but the next morning, I gave the word to the pastor, with my email address on the back, and haven’t heard back.  We had never met, but he claimed to be an associate of the infamous Pastor Doug Anderson at Restoring Hope Church, wherever that is now.  He related to us that the pastor is not doing well.  A week later R and R church was cancelled and a week later, on Sat night Jan 11, a substitute stood in for Pastor Howard.  PH was in the hospital having his toes removed and we are waiting to find out if his leg will be amputated at the calf.  It is diabetes related and he has been limping on that foot for more than a year now, but always trusting Jesus for a healing.  The substitute went on and on about God’s love and forgiveness and blessings.  As I demonstrated at First Presbyterian, you can’t throw a child of God out of his Father’s house without incurring some consequences.

Last night, Saturday May 10, Pastor Howard came stumbling in on his new crutches and one leg…they had amputated the other.  Keeping the victory, however.  His poor wife didn’t look too happy.  Then, this morning, an important word: “The battles of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.  There’s going to be fire and more fire.”

Dmitri Duduman prophesied, “America will burn.”

Here is the word of the Lord for the church on that matter:

29 For anyone who eats and drinks without discerning the body eats and drinks judgment on himself. 30 That is why many of you are weak and ill, and some have died.[g] 31 But if we judged[h] ourselves truly, we would not be judged. 32 But when we are judged by the Lord, we are disciplined[i] so that we may not be condemned along with the world. (1 Corinthians 11 ESV)

Okay, I’ve been away from the desk for awhile, working on Pidgin and Thunderbird Portable with Enigmail.  My OpenPGP public key ID remains 0x1E55AD78 .  Enigmail is secure; the Lord said, “Nobody else can get in here.”

Jeff threw himself under his own bus at the Perk Downtown.  He is shunning himself now, having disfellowshipped himself from his longtime Wednesday morning Bible study.  He followed his little flock into the ditch.  Bible studies I attend are always very small for some reason, which can be frustrating for a growth-school leader.  I had been pilloried and excommunicated from his Bible study before the holidays, ostensibly because I used the “N” word in my blog, Stefon was offended, and I didn’t recant.  Or was is those pesky wildfires, conflicting as they do with Laure’s nesting instinct?  Or my candid disclosures about the Jews.  Personally, I think it has more to do with the price of tea in China.  Or coffee in a paper cup.  In January, Tony, Ronald Lee and I got together again, but Jeff has not returned.  The Lord said, “He had his chance.”  We met for three weeks, until a fire on the premises closed down the Perk.  They plan to open again by March 1st.  Make that April 1st.  April Fools!  May 1st.  June First.  Yeah, that’s it, June First.  (click here)  We moved to Gold Hill Java coffee shop (soon to close), but Tony took his leave around the beginning of April.  Now Ronald Lee and I are meeting once a month, so he can give me money for the storage unit.  Timothy let slip that Jeff has a new Bible study now at Gold Hill, Thursday afternoons at 5, and suddenly moved to Seattle.  The Lord said, “If they don’t believe when times are good, maybe they’ll believe when times are bad.”

11 I have seen something else under the sun:

The race is not to the swift

    or the battle to the strong,

nor does food come to the wise

    or wealth to the brilliant

    or favor to the learned;

but time and chance happen to them all.

12 Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come:

As fish are caught in a cruel net,

    or birds are taken in a snare,

so people are trapped by evil times

    that fall unexpectedly upon them. (Eccl. 9 NIV)

They were mocking me about the fire revelation; a young stranger said, “Where in the Bible does it say Colorado Springs will be destroyed by God?” and Timothy said I should be on my knees praying for the city if I really believe all that is true.  I ignored them, but that afternoon, the Holy Spirit gave me this prayer: “Turn their ears to hear your word.”  And where in the Bible does it say God won’t destroy Colorado Springs?

When Pastor Baird resigned from First Presbyterian before Easter, his Wednesday lunch at Seeds, formerly held at Old Chicago, appeared to have gone under for the third time.  We’ll find out if they will resume in May.  Speculation is that the elders may have conflicted with his vision to help the poor….

On the subject of fire, I had a vision of the Springs Rescue Mission; one room, as seen through the window, was full of fire like a furnace.  The Holy Spirit said, “Whatever they pick up there they should be able to keep.  Bring it out where people can see it.”  And bust my buttons, stop sabotaging the donations!  Sure, I got a nice pair of boots for the winter, but where are the innards?  I confess I have been tempted to think these gang stalker sting operations have been instigated to take back the donations my Father has blessed me with at the Mission.  I do not drive in two hours before they open to be first in line, grab as much as I can to sell at yard sales, and drive off, like some.  Items stolen from me have shown up years later at various giveaways.  Ronald Lee has been a regular at Jeff’s Bible study and he, too, has no penchant for generosity that I have seen; nevertheless, he got me a storage unit in January where I keep things I get at the mission.  Hopefully his motives are right, but this fits the profile I have described elsewhere.  Jesus told me, “Always question everyone’s motives.”

The 14th, the very night I signed up for the storage unit, Wesley Lehmkuhl, whom I have written about in my erstwhile Google blog, showed up at the Mission looking very meek and pathetic, hadn’t seen him since he attacked me verbally at the soup kitchen, seeking a winter shelter cot for the night.  Somehow he did an end run around the lottery, being given a cot every night for a month.  At the end of the term, he was arrested for not registering as a sex offender, which Ronald Lee has been convicted of, too.  Many of my acquaintances are pedophiles.  He also had allowed me to keep some things in his storage unit, at the same location as Ronald Lee’s, several years ago, then suddenly feigned indignation over some real or imagined offense, after I had accrued some valuable items, and told me to get my stuff out immediately and I never saw it, or him, again–until now.   At that very moment, team member Mike Adamson appeared with a solution: move all my stuff into the ceiling of an abandoned house.  I figured I’d save myself the trouble.  Mike subsequently lost his feet to frostbite.

Rockin’ Mike had given me a backpack some time before; it had a scrawl of an Ichthus fish in marker.  These are all devout Christians, remember.  After everything was stolen as described above, I was sitting in the field at the CC soup kitchen and Peter–not the security guard at First Presbyterian–deliberately walked by to taunt me, dragging the backpack on the grass.  Yet another attempt to provoke the Almighty to wrath.  He had stood against me at Churning Church and denounced me publicly as a liar and a thief.  Two angels stood in front of me between us.  This has happened more than once.  At the Saturday morning breakfast feed, two strangers tried the same.  I said, “Are you picking a fight with me?” and I glanced right to see two guys standing by.  You had to be there. Others have come on the scene in the same way to attack me without cause, but I won’t bore you with the details.  Jesus said they’re all connected; all I have to do is prove it.

Burl Jones, a graduate of the New Life Program at the mission, moved and God knows where my personal effects are now, which I had left with him, including my new 41 Birkenstocks and down booties.  And Bob Hale, where has he been lately with my waterproof electric razor?  He showed me a letter warning him away from the campus, but why would the president of Colorado College go on record merely to slander poor Bob?  These are all good, God-fearing Christian men who merely wanted to help out a needy brother, although their intense hatred of me personally did put the lie to their confession.  Anything they did for me was done under extreme duress.  Jesus said, “If they hated me, they will hate you also.”  Brother Burl was screaming expletives at me publicly when he dressed me down and stole my clothes and I told him that if he had faith, he wouldn’t be making that mistake; he knows I’m called to be wealthy.  Wesley similarly berated me in the line at the soup kitchen, but God said, “Be careful what you say,” so I said nothing.  God also said he was going to break some windows, and a window broke on the Mission’s cold weather shelter.  Kay left town after I moved all my things into her/his storage, too.

Bob Hale reappeared and offered to take me to another gun class, which I declined, and told me he has been diagnosed with cancer as of the first of the year (2014).

I spied a bulletin board with photos of the newest members at First Presbyterian Church.  Steve Henderson looks exactly like Suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased–so I’m told.  Maybe, as Rhoda said, it’s his angel.

It’s April 1st.  Ten years ago today, my sister used her power of attorney to close my bank account.  When I came out of Ent FCU, there was one car outside the door: JOEKER.  One year ago today, my food stamps were sanctioned because I would not work for them.  I had rolled over $666 which has lasted me more than a year now.  That’s a lot of chips and soda pop.  Two words from the Lord: “How can he get what he needs if he doesn’t have food stamps?”  God showed me to eat green, healthy food and drink berry juice, like Naked.  Jesus likes coconut and mango especially.  “You make sure he gets his food stamps.” 

It’s April 3rd.  A first encounter of the close kind.  Yesterday evening at the Mission, while waiting in line for dinner, a sheriff’s detective came to interview me with my dossier under his arm.  Must have been the abridged version.  A few days ago, I submitted a comment to a local TV news anchor’s web page, you can read it at this link, which may be the proximate cause for the interview.  The Lord once said, “We’ll nose past them at the finish line,” and this morning I had two words which may relate to my progress toward getting the Word out against this opposition of Biblical proportion:  “It’s poison,” and “This shit’s too deep for him.”  When I was at the shelter, I heard a voice in the spirit: “I’m in a lot of shit because of him!”  At CJC (cookie-cutter justice), the Lord said, “They’ll be eating their own shit, won’t they?”  Again, He said, “I’m giving you a suicide” before suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased, hosed himself with CO, but these new words may indicate yet another suicide, to save face, or maybe a murder, to cover up.  I know there are thousands of angels to help me propagate the word.  Years ago, Chris Twitch told me he couldn’t be poisoned and I answered that God might test him on that.  He is extremely hostile toward me personally; I see him fulfilling a “Hananiah the prophet” role (see Jer. 28); I believe he was implicated in another word I got: “He’s preaching a gospel that will bring disaster on the city.”  By the blessing of the upright the city is exalted: but it is overthrown by the mouth of the wicked. (Proverbs 11:11)  But I would be surprised if the poison words were for him.  I once got this word of knowledge from the Holy Spirit: “I’m definitely an apostle; just ask my enemies.”  Any thoughts?

Lest the wildfires be blamed on my insouciance, I went to the Independent (4-8) and sent an email to one of their reporters.  But the Lord indicated she won’t answer, which makes my job that much easier.  In the spirit of due diligence, I even wrote to the Gazette’s recent Pulitzer Prize winner, Dave Philipps.  Haven’t heard from Rob Quirk, either, only the sheriff’s office.  And the comments appear to have been removed from Rob’s web page.    Rob quirk png

Bad fire on Monday at the Drake power plant here in the city, which is closed down indefinitely.  Nuff sed for now.  Today, Wed the 7th, the Lord said, “Arson.  It was arson.”  If you are a glutton for punishment, you can research the political squabble surrounding the future of the plant.

Sheriff under fire

These uncircumcised Philistines are amazing.  Jesus said, “The city will be completely and utterly destroyed because of the wickedness of them who dwell therein.”  Of course, I am accused of exalting myself when I quote Him verbatim.  But the Lord also said “We fixed em and we fixed em good.  They’re going to crucify themselves. Each man must decide how he’s going to end his life.”  He said, “God will afflict the wicked and you will live to see it.”  In today’s Gazette, May 24, 2014, we see these headlines on the front page, for example: Accusations cloud Sheriff Maketa’s future: Commanders’ complaint alleges affairs, budget improprieties (click here), County, FBI and DA launch probes into allegations against Maketa. (Click here.)  Woodland Park Mayor arrested on suspicion of sexual assault on child  (click here), U.S. 24 reopens, flash flood warnings expire (click here) and Weather Service issues flash flood watch for Saturday afternoon (click here).

Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts, And saying, Where is the promise of his coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were from the beginning of the creation. (2 Peter 3)

Tsk, tsk.  But I can do two years for visiting my mother in the nursing home.  Some things never change.

But there’s more.  The good sheriff’s criminality keeps unfolding like a dodecahexaflexagon.  If he can call me a criminal, I can call him a criminal.

33 Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God’s elect? It is God that justifieth.

34 Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.Romans 8:33,34

Here is another of his surreptitious subroutines. (click here)

And let’s not forget CSPD chief Luis Velez; the Lord said “Chief Velez is in real trouble.”  Or CSPD Chief Richard Myers.  Or District Attorney John Newsome.  Or Pastor Ted Haggard and Father Armstrong.  Or fire department casualties of the wildfires, Chiefs Rich Brown and Bob Harvey. (click here.)  (click here.)  (click here.)  Or Chamber of Commerce head Kelly Roth (click here.)  Etc.  All of these occurred since I was falsely accused, arrested, convicted and incarcerated.  Jesus said, “The unfortunate thing is that you chose to violate the man of God.”

Jesus has called me ben David and said, “David showed his enemies no mercy.”  And “It’s not too smart throwing a hunter out of the park.”  Several years ago, I heard a two-part verdict from the Heavenly Council:  1. Look down in triumph on your foes. 2. Every last one of you will pay a price for what he did.

54 O God, save me by your name,

    and vindicate me by your might.

O God, hear my prayer;

    give ear to the words of my mouth.

For strangers[b] have risen against me;

    ruthless men seek my life;

    they do not set God before themselves. Selah

Behold, God is my helper;

    the Lord is the upholder of my life.

He will return the evil to my enemies;

    in your faithfulness put an end to them.

With a freewill offering I will sacrifice to you;

    I will give thanks to your name, O Lord, for it is good.

For he has delivered me from every trouble,

    and my eye has looked in triumph on my enemies. (ESV)

People will go to any length to make the man of God look like a fool, but in his right hand will be the judgments of the Lord. Anyone who wants trouble can come and get it. —Jesus Christ

  • 7 The days of punishment are coming, the days of reckoning are at hand. Let Israel know this. Because your sins are so many and your hostility so great, the prophet is considered a fool, the inspired person a maniac. 8 The prophet, along with my God, is the watchman over Ephraim,[a] yet snares await him on all his paths, and hostility in the house of his God. (Hosea 9 NIV)
  • 18 Then the people said, “Come on, let’s plot a way to stop Jeremiah. We have plenty of priests and wise men and prophets. We don’t need him to teach the word and give us advice and prophecies. Let’s spread rumors about him and ignore what he says.” (Jer 18 NLT)
  • 5 “But they paid no attention and went off—one to his field, another to his business. 6 The rest seized his servants, mistreated them and killed them. 7 The king was enraged. He sent his army and destroyed those murderers and burned their city. (Matt 22 NIV)
  • 20 Many of them said, “He is demon-possessed and raving mad. Why listen to him?” (John 10 NIV)
  • 15 The Lord, the God of their ancestors, sent word to them through his messengers again and again, because he had pity on his people and on his dwelling place. 16 But they mocked God’s messengers, despised his words and scoffed at his prophets until the wrath of the Lord was aroused against his people and there was no remedy. (2Chr 36 NIV)
  • 5 Hear the word of the Lord, you who tremble at his word: “Your own people who hate you, and exclude you because of my name, have said, ‘Let the Lord be glorified, that we may see your joy!’ Yet they will be put to shame. (Isaiah 66)

Another in the cross-dressing transvestite tag team has grabbed the baton. Steve, as in Adam and, has been swarming around for a few months now. He uses the computer across the table and to the left of me. Just pretending to be one of the girls pretending to be a distraction. Good luck. Central Casting must have a database of goofy guys for the gang stalking deviant subculture pipeline. What a way to make a living. They like to lie next to me on the floor at the homeless shelter and stroke me. Eat your heart out, Lot. Back in the 80’s there was a rally of such in Hampton, NH, as I recall. The Holy Spirit said, “Women are dressing up as men and pretending to be homosexuals.” Strength in phony numbers. They had opened up a club, that’s it. I wrote about Satan and his taste for consensus, having lost his credibility. The two fold strategy is to discredit the man of God and then build a consensus to support his position. For example, in a one man one vote system, the good and bad cancel each other out. Jesus told me, “Good credibility has many followers; bad credibility has few followers.” But, as it is, a thousand people go to hell for every one that goes to heaven. See here.

I remember being alarmed by a group of women who dropped everything and jet-setted to Guam to protest right-to-life legislation. Making the world safe for democracy. In reply, the Lord gave me a vision. I saw a sword and a purse and He said, “In the past, the threat came from men with swords, but now it comes from women with pocketbooks.” I was working as a courtesy clerk at King Soopers and that’s all I saw every day. They who live by the pocketbook will die by the pocketbook. Interesting how many women have ganged up to railroad me in the aptly-named criminal justice system. Judges, prosecutors, public defenders, jurors, witnesses, plaintiffs, you name it.


I never felt more like Arte Johnson’s Tyrone F. Horneigh as when I mentioned this revelation to Jeff’s Bible study. Next time I saw his wife, she was toting the biggest purse I have ever seen, a huge white square with an arm hole. Elvis Centauri. I know she bought it just for the occasion.

Lonely at the top

I have written about apostasy. Because of the pasta, see? SRM served me a neckbone at the mission the other night, ghastly thing. I raised my plate up to heaven and asked God to look on this meal and requite. Thanksgiving 2006, Grace Be Unto You gave me a bony finger. The black church served meals to the homeless on Sundays. Pastor Bill Chancy weighed about 500 pounds. It was a month and a half after my nose was broken when I was mugged by two gangstalker thugs, Rekab and his brother Baanah (2 Sam 4), while sleeping in the outhouse at America the Beautiful Park. They did it up real nice: table cloths and centerpieces and real plastic forks. I waited in the long line and was served a nice plate of vegetables and some neck bones. That night I had a vision, saw a sandstorm in the sanctuary which blew into the kitchen and dining room. Next midweek service they had an open mic and I went up and related my vision. Instead of demonstrating the fear of God and Christian virtue, he put on his nasty hat and railed on me like Nabal for several minutes, it seemed: “You should be thankful! I’ll bet you ate those bones, didn’t you!” and so on. What did I ever do to him? I remembered how sick I got in the haunted house after his surrogates served me that rotten sausage, too. Thankfully, nobody else was afflicted, only me. The Hollywood-style haunted house was where the police helicopter shone onto me through the conveniently bare picture window one night and Jesus said, “To me it’s obvious: they’re covering their tracks.” God shot the helicopter down. I said the vision was good and returned to my seat.

On the night of December 16 Michael Robinson threw me out of his haunted house on Prospect without cause onto the street with nothing and Officer Frankenlaw broke my arm while arresting me for trespassing at Stalag 709, the Salvation Army Robert J. Montgomery hopeless shelter, when I arrived for “cold weather”. What did I ever do to them? Spent the winter in jail and the case was dismissed on March 16, 2007 due to a lack of interest on the part of police and plaintiff alike, who did not bother to appear. This acquittal overruled the hysterical objections of judgess Manzanarass, who wanted my head on a platter. I congratulated my public defender on a job well done.

I was summarily thrown out of jail onto the street with nothing, walked the distance back to town and signed back in to the shelter without incident or apology, not even from Jazz with his FBI cap. They threw me out after my usual two weeks onto the rainy streets with nothing and I began my month-and-a-half ordeal at the Lord of Glory Ministries until I was summarily evicted, without cause, on to the street with nothing and I slept that night on the sidewalk. Grace Be Unto You moved to a more remote location. Pastor Bill underwent surgery to reduce his morbid obesity which was successful for a while. One month after my arrest, Castle West apartments burned to the ground. I saw it all on the ward TV. The Holy Spirit says, “You are the victim of a crime.” Money in the bank.

I was subsequently thrown out of Tejon Commons, which has been on the market ever since, in the middle of the night and was led by the Lord to Dorchester Park where I camped for some days until evicted by the Welcome Wagon in the middle of the night forcing me to relocate under the Nevada bridge until I moved upcreek into a camp removed in its entirety by CSPD just before winter. I next set up in the basement of Abandon Hope Nazarene Church until thrown out with nothing and I lived back under the Nevada bridge until relocating to the camp destroyed by the big flood last June 6 when I moved back under Nevada where CSPD raided my camp last September and took everything I had, including the crystal cruse, and I moved into Carsophagus where I spent the next two years. Jesus said, “They’re all connected; all you have to do is prove it.”

Carl Lewis was badly burned the other night. Tuesday, April 16th. I know the date because a week earlier, April 9th, I sought to cheat the gallows by not attending at the little Springs of Life Ministry homeless service, the only church I had not yet been thrown out of, where I usually went on Tuesday afternoons for a lesson and dinner. They’re too darn nasty, Pastor Corey and Pastor Russell and Pastor Stefon and Pastor Matt and Pastor Ethan and Pastor Albert and Pastor Aaron and Pastor Richard and the new black pastors, Pastor Lilley and Pastor Edner, and Pastoress Patricia et al.

33 Even after this, Jeroboam did not change his evil ways, but once more appointed priests for the high places from all sorts of people. Anyone who wanted to become a priest he consecrated for the high places. 34 This was the sin of the house of Jeroboam that led to its downfall and to its destruction from the face of the earth. (1 Kings 13 NIV)

What does that have to do with it? you ask. On the 16th, I once again waited at the library and read a magazine until 3:45, intending to walk to the mission for dinner at that time instead of leaving at 2:30 for Patricia’s church. Carl suddenly interrupted my reading and asked if I were going. How thoughtful of Carl, I told myself, to go out of his way just to ask me about my plans for dinner! He doesn’t even know where the church is. Later that night, when he was undoubtedly stoned, a candle ignited his cardboard camp on the front porch behind the deserted Destroying Hope Church, on which we both camped a few years ago, nearly burning the abandoned house down. Maybe he should change his name to Glenn Cunningham. (Note: on or about May 15, Carl stood next to me as I sat at lunch at the soup kitchen and said, to no one in particular, “Carl, why are you always watching me?” and walked away. Later, he cut in front of me in line to get a cup of coffee. Go figure; he’s not a regular reader.)

I get thrown out of churches the way Train Wreck gets thrown out of bars: for drinking too deeply from the cup of salvation. He passed out on the tracks in 2007 and now lives happily ever after. Jimmy Gilpin is the big skinhead goon who threw me out of Restoring Hope Church. I told him I would return the favor as Jesus Christ lives. He was subsequenly told to leave by Suicide Mike, I am told, whereupon he moved in to the Lord of Glory Ministries, where he has been living unto this day. I barely lasted two months back in 2007, but then I was not an agent provocateur. In a dream several years ago, he said to me, “You can stay at my house, Mr. Tone,” so I know he is only pretending to be homeless. He is a veteran and probably well off financially. Furthermore, I heard him say in the spirit, “I’m a federal agent.” Is Inspector Javert, or Dave Horton as he prefers, the secularist, truthful in his slander, griping that I am annoying and delusional–a no good, lowlife bum, a schmuck–for listening to the voices in my head? Even has red-flagged me. But the Fugitive from Injustice sleeps in Carsophagus, his jail away from jail, so he must laugh at his “jokes”. I see Jimmy whenever I go in for a meal at the Lord of Glory, which they serve on Sunday and Wednesday to the homeless.

I want to upload a photo of a remarkable graffito. It reads ISIS, but when viewed upside down, PIPL. I will leave the interpretation to the reader.



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Cancer to the Crabs

But this paragraph is about neither Jimmy nor D-Cubed. Pastor Sadie was smitten with throat cancer after I left in May 2007 for attacking the man of God.

40 Thou hast also given me the necks of mine enemies; that I might destroy them that hate me.41 They cried, but there was none to save them: even unto the Lord, but he answered them not.42 Then did I beat them small as the dust before the wind: I did cast them out as the dirt in the streets. (Psalm 18)

When Bruce Armstrong was smitten with throat cancer for throwing me out of Dutch’s church, it was “because he attacked David Tone, he lost his tone,” according to Apostle Titus Yoder. The Lord said, “He went along to get along and ended up with that throat cancer. He’s not someone you want to mess with.” Some months ago, she told me I could clean up there, but I know that what I think she said is not what she thinks I heard. I believe it was her way of saying I could come back to do volunteer work, but I held out hope she was actually inviting me off the street to clean myself up. With God all things are possible. I put my theory to the test last week by arriving early to shave. Last evening, 2 June 2013, I saw a bucket with a plunger inside the door, thought nothing of it. I started to shave and there was a loud knock on the door. This often happens when I use public restrooms as security does not want me on the property. I ignored it and a moment later the water was turned off. I came out and the two little old bitches who run the place, Pastor Sadie and Pastor Pam, were right outside the door. I told them I would ask God to punish them for turning off the water, that He would turn off theirs. Of course, they didn’t know what I was talking about. Another staff member was in the ladies room fiddling with the plumbing under the sink. I told him what I had told them and he posted the restrooms off limits through dinner. The two weekly dinners are by far the biggest events at the small church and if it were up to me, I would not wait until Dave was shaving to fix the plumbing.

I’ll give you something to blog about
Stefon the Stiffnecked likes to play the Bible card, but his behavior belies his confession. Saturday before last* he burst onto the scene at the More than a Meal homeless breakfast feed at Antler’s Park, barked in my face like a dog and threatened to hunt me down on the trail and kill me. Yesterday, I saw him and his dog on the trail; never saw him in that part of town before. At the Elks, Matt said Stefon is planning to sue me in court but he has been wrong before. The Bible does say to beware of dogs and Jesus cautioned us not to give what is sacred to dogs lest they turn again to tear us.

On Wednesday, July 3, Jesus appeared and asked, “They cut your eye, didn’t they?” Gang stalkers like to shine lasers in my eyes, for one. July 4, He gave me a twelve-word message which I tweeted first thing Monday morning: “God will afflict the wicked and you will live to see it.” But last Sunday morning, July 7: Charles “Matt” Reece was stabbed in the face and seriously injured. I do hope he has not been merely pretending to be good. (Luke 20:20) The following Tuesday, Randy Taylor’s body was discovered near his camp on Fountain Creek by Joe Taylor, who also discovered Bob Smith’s body. Word is he died of natural causes–alcohol poisoning? Randy was a witness in Kelly’s recent rape. Both Matt and Randy were Marines. John Reynolds also died several days ago; he was a minister at Manna and Lord of Glory back when I worked there. Wayne also died from the Springs of Life Ministry and Outreach, Patricia’s church. She will have a memorial service for Randy and Wayne at S.O.L. on Thursday, July 17. I may attend, myself. I should have gone to Craig Noble’s memorial after he burned to death in my camp under the Nevada Street bridge, but didn’t. *June 30, 2013
Holy payback, Batboy!

The mysterious Black Forest wildfire, the worst fire in Colorado history, ignited on June 11. The morning of the fire, I had a vision and spoke this word over the landscape: “I curse this ground in the name of Jesus Christ.” “See? I don’t have to physically be there.”

33 The Lord’s curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the home of the righteous. (Prov 3 NIV)
The city will be completely and utterly destroyed because of the wickedness of them which dwell therein. (Jesus Christ)
God knows whom to afflict. (Jesus Christ)

I prayed by the Spirit of God, “Turn their ears to hear your words.” There was a shoulder bag at the mission which I have been carrying off and on in recent months. It was leftover from a program at New Life church; the logo says Encounter The Furnace. I had a vision of a plume of smoke on a ridge, a sign of more fire to come. After the Black Forest wildfire, I found a new baseball cap for the Broadmoor Golf Club. I’ve had some interesting fire words since the Black forest fire, too. 1. “The fire is aimed at 600.” 2. “This is the weekend for fire.” 3. Sunday July 14, I had a vision of a “zone of fire” in the southwest area of the city at the base of Cheyenne Mountain, adjacent to the Broadmoor; the corresponding word was: “Let’s bring the fire in.” Later that morning I was meditating and got the word, “Wait a minute; I can only start one major fire at a time.” Then, “600 cars…curb your enthusiasm.” Some months ago, before BF, I had a vision of a plume of smoke on a ridge. The morning of the Black Forest fire, I had a vision in which I saw a landscape and I cursed the ground in the name of Jesus Christ. Now He says, “Remember this date: July 12.” I think it was the 12th; I forget, but the date may be for something else. I have always wanted to give something back to the community, and I feel increasingly confident, despite the Bible’s requirement for only two witnesses, there will be yet another fire.

13 This will be my third visit to you. “Every matter must be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.” (2 Corinthians 13:1)

I know they would do the same for me.

Final Judgment and Glory of the Lord

15 For behold, the Lord will come in fire And His chariots like the whirlwind, To render His anger with fury, And His rebuke with flames of fire. 16 For the Lord will execute judgment by fire And by His sword on all flesh, And those slain by the Lord will be many. (Isaiah 66 NAS)

Fire blazed throughout their assembly; flames consumed the wicked. (Psalm 106:18 HCSB)

127 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

Vindicate me, my God, and plead my cause against an unfaithful nation. Rescue me from those who are deceitful and wicked. (Psalm 43:1)

On February 1, 2010 I tweeted about my vision of the local Antlers Hilton hotel: “We can’t let you smoke on the premises. Ergo the word, ‘Smoke Antlers’.” Not that I am a smoker, really. This word came around Christmas with the obvious reindeer connection. They also have harassed me and thrown me out for no reason and will not let me use the restroom. I told a gang of a half dozen of them I was asking God to return the favor. Here, two weeks later, is a corresponding article in the Gazette. From July 24, 2013, we saw another possible fulfillment of the word in the Gazette. Maybe they will get their clock tower right for a change. My Father owns this building and does not like the way I am mistreated by the servants. They don’t want the poor trespassing on their property and He doesn’t want them trespassing on His. ( note to self: The Antlers is gone. Antlers Imperial.)

The earth is the LORD’S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
(Psalm 24:1)

23 “The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine.” (Lev 25)

5 therefore thus says the Lord God: Surely I have spoken in my hot jealousy against the rest of the nations and against all Edom, who gave my land to themselves as a possession with wholehearted joy and utter contempt, that they might make its pasturelands a prey. (Ezekiel 36)

Jesus said, Anything that is legal cannot be made illegal without a reason, but godlessness is contagious. Here is the copycat sign on the Penrose Library public restroom doors:

No Longer in Service

Public Restrooms

Are Located on

Both Levels of

Penrose Library

I am also informed today that a “minister” at Destroying Hope Church stole some $30,000 and disappeared a few days ago. My source indicates the money was to be a down payment on a new building. I told them years ago that “your hatred of me will be your downfall.” God doesn’t really require that much from us, especially considering how much he has given. July 1, I felt led to apply for admission to the program at SRM. Never felt so led before. I was told to come to devotions in the morning, which I did. One of the men shared about how he had gotten in trouble for eating food off-hours and he said he would not eat the mission’s food at meal time because it is very unhealthy. He repeated this again; was he trying to tell me something? A couple days later, I had an interview and was rejected. Now they seem to be losing men and bringing more in at an unusual rate. Before the month was out, one of the men who worked in the kitchen, where the food is prepared, was killed in an auto accident. Maybe it’s nothing, but Jesus did tell me to find 10 new points of death. Some years ago, I was eating in an Applebees and an angel came out with my meal and told me someone fell back in the kitchen. He asked me if I believed that and I said “no” and he said, “Well, it’s true.” Again, He said, “We’ve already cut four people in half.”
I’m donating this to the poor; just don’t get any on me. (discernment from Jesus Christ)

Ironic, Ecumenical Social Ministries is teaching a dignity class. I have written about the silly women who run ESM. Remember Linda, who infected my scalp when I went for a free haircut back in 2004? You get what you pay for, although she was paid for the charity on the back end. Nobody gives me any rubbing alcohol lest I drink it. SET clinic gave me some crud at the bottom of the bottle. I was told the shower at ESM was shut down four days last week because someone mouthed off to a precious volunteer, the same ridiculous pretext I was accused of. True, I once said I hoped I could return the favor some day, which may have been construed as a threat. These are the only two showers between Denver and the Rio Grande. On a good day, they are open two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon, but the fifteen minute time limit, portal to portal, renders them effectively useless, even when available. Anyone who strives to achieve that goal would not have me to compete with even if I weren’t permanently banned. Tommy the Commie said he made out like a bandit when he volunteered at the Colorado College soup kitchen.

I swear nobody wants the man of God to have anything. A year ago, TAG Mobile set up a booth and invited the soup kitchen clientele to sign up for free cell phones. They took our personal information, our mailing address being the soup kitchen. To this date, no cell phones have been received at that location for anybody. Two months ago, someone told me about Assurance Wireless, so I applied with them, giving general delivery as my mailing address. Their answer was that I had already received a free phone at that address, but if I furnished proof that I hadn’t, they would reconsider. I sent in the form letter, telling them I was homeless, in other words, I don’t have an address. Their response came in a timely manner, that I was not qualified to have a phone. Two possibilities here: my driver’s license has an old address on it which they may have used in lieu of the addresses I gave them, or, when my food stamps were sanctioned in March, I may have become disqualified because I am no longer receiving any assistance. As with GoFundMe, the peremptory response included no explanation. Fortunately, I have no need for a phone. But then, the Father said, “Why aren’t you taking care of my son?” 8-28-13 Update on above (June 21, 2014). A representative of Total Call accosted me at McDonald’s in December and I did get a free phone from her. They keep dunning me to make another phone call or lose my minutes. Like the Department of Human Services (DHS) telling me I must work for them or lose my food stamps. But nobody wants to talk to me who has anything to say, and text messages don’t count; the call must be duplex. I called the bus company and listened to their tape. Doesn’t count, either–it’s voice mail! I was so embarrassed. What, exactly, qualifies as a phone call? This may be why the Lord said, “When you give something to the man of God, it must be unconditional. No strings attached.” He also said, “What if you can’t sign in?” which could have been a warning against using phone-based two-factor authentication on my WordPress blog.
Bubble bath

We managed to grab the lead on national news over the weekend with these pesky flash floods. The Waldo Canyon fire is a gift that keeps on giving. The burn scar funnels torrential rain down Ute Pass into Manitou Springs. I wrote in another post, “you sacrifice the poor on the altar of tourism; see what tourism gets you now.” Manitou Springs is a consummate tourist town. The Lord led me to sign into the shelter on Friday, Aug. 9, so I got to watch it all unfold on TV. Like Noah, I walked in the front door and the rain commenced to fall. The Lord called it a “bubble bath.” I joke about Carsophagus having running water when the radiator leaks. During the previous flood, which destroyed someone’s home, he said, “running water”. You see, now they have running water, too! The total number of houses lost to the two fires and flood is now about 836, which was the number on my license plate when last I saw my car, before it was towed away and never seen by me again. Fortunately, it was paid for. I will look unto the hills whence cometh my help… At our Bible study last week, the Holy Spirit informed us that some people take a single verse and make a doctrine out of it. Why did he say that? Chris Twitch has been gracing us with his presence at the Bible study of late. He has what diplomatically might be called heterodox ideas. Was the Lord was referring to him when he gave me the word, “He’s preaching a gospel that will bring disaster on the city?” Jeff, the group leader, had a dream in which Chris and I were jumping from building to building hurling lightning bolts at each other and causing destruction in the process. This was confirmed in a cartoon the Lord allowed me to see the following Saturday morning at the shelter. Justice League. Was it Superman and the Flash? Chris claims to have received revelation that he is descended from David. Last week, he tipped his hand, claiming that Jesus Christ cannot be the Son of David unless he is also the son of Joseph and not the Son of God.

3 Concerning his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, which was made of the seed of David according to the flesh;4 And declared to be the Son of God with power, according to the spirit of holiness, by the resurrection from the dead: (Romans 1)

By way of explanation, I reminded him that, while I am the seed and an heir of Abraham (Galatians 3:29), we are not related by blood. Similarly, in Psalm 18:50, we read of Jesus: Great deliverance giveth he to his king; and sheweth mercy to his anointed, to David, and to his seed for evermore. At my insistence, poor Russell stormed out of the meeting in protest, we studied the preponderance of Scriptural evidence that Jesus is, indeed, the Son of God, born of a virgin. I have not yet reminded the group of 1 John 4:1-4. Maybe next time. I also broached Matthew 22, where Jesus told the Pharisees, if David called him Lord, how can he be his son?

On Denying the Incarnation

4 Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world. 2 This is how you can recognize the Spirit of God: Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God, 3 but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus (Christ is come in the flesh–KJV) is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world. (1 John 4:1-4 NIV)

9 But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentions, and strivings about the law; for they are unprofitable and vain.

10 A man that is an heretick after the first and second admonition reject;

11 Knowing that he that is such is subverted, and sinneth, being condemned of himself. (Titus 3)

Aug 21, 2013. Today at the Bible study, I asked Tony, who has been chatting with me on Torchat, to help me verify if my configurations are correct for running multiple instances of the app simultaneously. In reply, Jeff said God told him to tell me that all encryption has been successfully hacked and resistance is futile. Notwithstanding, there is a big difference between breaking and entering. I simply replied with the Lord’s instructions to me: always use SSL and encryption keys” and “all chat must be encrypted,” reminding him that it was God who turned me on to internet privacy in the first place. I do hope he was not lying to the prophet, which is not recommended. I asked him if he would be my emergency contact for my passport renewal and he said he would be honored and gave me his phone number. When I asked him if he were willing to give me his street address, also, he said, “No.” Passport renewals can be very versatile. I may not know his address, but we know where he lives. Whatever their address, Jeff and Laure dodged two bullets when they were evacuated during the Waldo Canyon and Black Forest wildfires. Another Bible study with First Presbyterian Church followed and, in the spirit of Michael Moore, I asked Pastor Graham if the church were willing to renew my passport for me, which I felt it was God’s will for me to do. Jesus has told me to “Go throughout the world and make disciples,” after all. Pastor Baird had me talk to his assistant and I am waiting for a green light on that; I need to find out if a residence address is necessary, which I do not have. A week ago, Matt told me about a website which gives away money for the asking; I submitted my need for driver’s license and passport renewals, asking for $200. After sending the request, God said, “I can give you a billion dollars,” which I expect him to do; he once said, “Wake up the richest man in the world,” for example, and “He’ll be richer that Bill Gates by far” and I have written about his frustrated attempt to win me the Powerball back in August 2001. He then appeared to me and said, “Are you trying to make my life miserable?” among other things. I remember Sean David Morton on the radio years ago, saying, “God has a billion dollars he wants to drop on somebody”; I felt it was a word for me. His name, by the way, is anagram to “David Tone on Mars.”
Lyin’ or Lion?

Matt and Twitch have teamed up and are camping together. Both have shown the utmost contempt for the man of God, whoever he might be, the lies, slander, innuendos, intimidation, general persecution…. I have written about Twitch, how God said he is preaching a gospel that will bring disaster on the city. I have had indications Matt’s scar might come undone (see above) with hideous disfigurement to follow. Something like tape coming off. Yesterday we sat at the table at the Labor Day barbecue at the Elks when they started in on me. Mocking me is great sport, but I cautioned Matt to be sure of what he was saying, about me being an insane sodomite false prophet and having a demon which lies about the Lord, because when Jesus was similarly rebuked he told them they were blaspheming the Holy Spirit (Mark 3:21-30). I believe Jesus was under similar duress when he warned about idle words coming under judgment. I also quoted Romans 8:33,34.

Twitch scoffed at the very idea, me comparing myself to Jesus with such a warning, but I cautioned Matt in the humblest terms that he might lose his healing. The Tweedle brothers left upon hearing that. This morning God led me to Psalm 3, once again, where David said God had smitten his enemies on the cheek. I heard the Lord say, “It won’t happen,” but when a man professes to be a Christian and attends Jeff’s Bible study with me yet meets the above criteria and God has smitten him on the cheekbone, what am I to think?

Jesus said, “Let him learn about it by word of mouth.” At the aforementioned barbecue, Matt said the amount of money stolen from Doug and Abandon Hope Church was more like $50,000, and some $5,000 was stolen from the Upper Room coffee shop which has since gone out of business.

Wednesday, Sept. 11, at the Bible study, they started in on me; it must have seemed like deja vu to Stefon, who pulled the same stunt on me, as you recall. Twitch called me a liar and false prophet, not backing down from slanderous accusations which he cannot prove. Jesus told me, “You don’t have to prove anything; let them prove otherwise.” Matt added his opinion that I am Lucifer’s handmaiden and the horned, pink demon. Of course, nobody objected but me. Jeff, a la Suicide Mike, peered into his expensive laptop computer.

Tensions were already high, because I had pointed out that Jesus told the Jews they weren’t Jews and we must, in the same Spirit, tell Christians they are not Christians. Continuing on that topic, I rebuked the group for not coming up with 21 stinking dollars so I could renew my goddamn drivers license, which I had also brought up before at the group and First Pres and the soup kitchen, etc., and which I still do not have. Silence, except for the ad hominem attacks which began when Stefon started tap dancing. Jeff rebuked me, saying it was not up to me to determine what my needs are and that lack of ID was not, in his opinion, a burden, and he told me privately that God told him emphatically not to help me in this matter. Perhaps, but soon it will be my turn to play Keep Away. If they don’t believe when times are good, maybe they’ll believe when times are bad.

He informed us by email that, from now on, we would be limited to a cup of tea only–no more large double mochas. I told them all, in Jesus name, that it would come back on them. Matt, who likes to brag to me about his generosity to others, has come into some serious money, but he stonewalled me on the subject, like the rest, and disappeared. He told me privately that I would be thrown out of Jeff’s Bible study for my outburst, which Jeff has denied, but why should they be different? I often quote Jesus Christ: “When you drive a Testarossa, you expect cranky.”

Later that afternoon, I saw a movie at the library, which I could not have done without an ID, Patriocracy, which opened with remarkable graphic animation, strongly resembling what one might expect to happen to Matt’s face if the indications were true (see 3:10 to 3:25 or so). Then that night came some serious rain–we made the national news again–which washed out their camp. I got this word of knowledge once: “I’m definitely an apostle; just ask my enemies.”

Danny Davis had been around for years. He’s a Christian and computer whiz and I liked to pick his brain when I could, so he kept to himself. His expertise got him in trouble with the law a while back and, since then, he’d been camping and struggling to get his life together. Among other physical afflictions, his shoulders were weak and painful and often needed surgery and therapy. I had often invited him to Jeff’s Bible study, but he never attended until Stefon, a big black man who is highly respected in the church, invited him at Patricia’s church on Tuesday the 10th. He came for the first time on the morrow and sat between me and Stefon, who showed up because Danny was there. Then we all went to Old Chicago for pizza at the weekly First Presbyterian event. It was a good day. Now, Satan loves to demonize me and I know this will give his friends ammunition to accuse me of cursing them, but the curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked (Proverbs 3:33), and the show must go on.

Much speculation permeated the homeless community on Thursday about who had died in the flash flood overnight, and it did turn out to be Danny. I wish it weren’t so, but it is. I thought about God’s word to me, posted above, and He said, “It’s true. I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t so.” A memorial service was scheduled for Tuesday evening the 24th at SOL, but a water main broke at the Sun Springs Motel, where the church meets, flooding the basement, so it was canceled. I hate it when that happens.

I walked to the DMV to find out how to renew my driver’s license. Tony offered to pay the twenty-one dollar fee for me, passport still in limbo. But the clerk told me there is no possible way I could do so without a residential address. On Thursday came the blowback (click here). They make it sound like they want us to believe driving is a state-regulated privilege rather than a God-given right. Is Colorado burning? Flooding? (click here) I then walked to the homeless shelter and they said I could renew it if I were a resident there, and that I was eligible to return three months after my last exit date, which would be, Paul said, November 23. In answer to my question, Tom said that if I were to renew it during my usual two week stay, it would be valid for ten years. Cold comfort; the license expires November 22.

The Carrion, er Marian House soup kitchen may be able to help, but Franny said I must get in line early some Monday morning because she only does three appointments per week. I know their hands are tied. They all do their best. Can I make an appointment to make an appointment? The answer is in the mail….

The Marian House won’t let me use a knife or fork, but they cut me a check for $21 to county clerk’s office. Arrived on location Wed a.m., the 2nd of October and was told I had something on my record from 2004 which had to be cleared up before they could renew and my license has been suspended all these years. I don’t know what that’s about, but maybe that’s why I can’t get a free cell phone too or food stamps either. I think it’s related to my arrest at the Volunteers of America Laurel Manor Nursing Home; they must have towed my car while I was in jail. I never saw it again.

So I must now pay that extortion money plus a reinstatement fee of $95 just to remind me who’s boss. I spoke a word to someone in the spirit: “I will not pay you for your treachery,” which makes sense in this context. Years ago, the Lord said to get a state ID. That would be an option for 10.50, if I could afford it. Like Charlie on the MTA, I can’t get off that train (click here). Thursday the 17th, I returned the check to the soup kitchen and was told to return in a week for a check for $10.50 to go for a state ID card. I will need some form of identification to stay at the homeless shelter on cold nights.

A similar thing happened the first time I was arrested in 2004. After three months in jail, I was acquitted by a jury of my peers from an accusation of having stolen seventeen cents from Conoco, 7th on the Fortune 100. I was languishing in CJC, or “Cookie-Cutter Justice”, in Jesus jargon, during the sixth month, awaiting trial for writing what turned out to be perfectly good checks when Judge Acker, who is not known for giving out PR bonds or other leniencies, had me hauled me in to court and offered me a PR bond, which I said I couldn’t afford, adding that jail wasn’t all that bad when one considered the alternative. On that cue, the DA immediately demanded a competency hearing as usual. Desperate to release me, Acker cut a bench release. I even get thrown out of jail.

After two more false arrests and imprisonments, for visiting my mother in the nursing home, I was most recently arrested in 2006 for trespassing at the homeless shelter. At the video deposition Acker asked, “When are we going to have an end of this with you?” I said, “In the Lord’s time and in the Lord’s way.” He said, “Can you give us any idea?” “The Lord has given me some insight,” I replied, “but it’s classified.” This response was particularly appropriate given that Acker had sealed the Conoco court case, no doubt to avoid embarrassment to himself. Quid quo pro.

The problem with jail, the Lord says, is that “there are too many posse-bilities.” They stepped up the persecution during this “kidnapping by local regulars”, as the Lord called it. Between the third and fourth arrests, I was mugged while sleeping in the restroom at America the Beautiful Park, breaking my nose. I know by revelation these gang stalkers were working for someone. People complain they can’t find work around here, but young people can still find the occasional summer job with the city. The Lord also said, “I want the police to feel they are being used or had.” A nice twelve-word message.

The Fugitive from Injustice was again released and on the loose, at large for some years, underground, furtively avoiding any semblance of normality.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Somehow his cover was blown; on Nov. 2 2013 being threatened with arrest by a railroad bull for walking across the railroad track. There were no black helicopters, at least none recognizable to the five senses, but an expensive, late model black SUV ominously rolled to a stop in front of me and a young ninja jumped out, saying he was such and that his so-called authority extended statewide. and I told him I didn’t recognize it anyway walked away.

As I said before, they don’t want the poor trespassing on their property and God doesn’t want them trespassing on his, IAW Matt. 6:14,15. It is fun to see the Lord daisy-chain all these abuses together. Money in the bank.

Jimmy Gilpin bulldogged us at church with a similar line, saying he had full authority to enforce what he was saying, “believe me.” Who ordered the soldiers? What ever happened to Jesus Christ being given all authority in heaven and on earth? He gets lost in the shuffle, it seems. First time I was arrested, charged with stealing 17 cents from Conoco, I had two dollars in my wallet; the property clerk snapped them in the arresting officer’s face. I hadn’t been in the fish tank many days when God said, “They’re not listening to you.” I wasn’t aware I had said anything, except for the fellow I narrowly avoided as we crossed paths in the King Soopers parking lot, wearing a T shirt reading DO NOT ARREST THIS PERSON. Obviously a message for any enemies nipping at my heels .

Then, one dark and stormy night, the heavens opened up; I heard the din on the metal roof of the Minimum Security Unit warehouse where we tried to sleep. This would have been the first or second week of August. Following morning, the news reported heavy rain, flooding and associated damage in the millions around the county. Let’s see how long it takes them to figure it out ….

I returned to First Christian Church two weeks ago after an absence of several months.  This morning, Pastor Chuck Blaisdell told me before the service that I would not be allowed to speak over the open mic when everybody else was invited to share a “moment with God” because I had been “manipulative” of the opportunity the previous two Sundays, but I was allowed to attend for the service.  Last Sunday I shared a word from Jesus Christ which was timely because of the upcoming election: “You can’t believe what I believe and be a Democrat.”  The week before, I shared with them that I had received a word from the Holy Spirit and two and a half years ago I told the city council the city would be destroyed and they didn’t listen and the Waldo Canyon Fire in late June, the worst fire in Colorado history, was a fulfillment of the prophecy.  (Click here)  Immediately prior to the open mic was a big promotion for Ecumenical Social Ministries after which they passed the plate for donations; I followed with my personal testimony to the effect that I had been thrown out of ESM for no reason and was looking forward to a cold winter this year; the pastor reassured us all that he would personally look into the matter.  Beyond that, there was no response to these words of truth until this morning.

Last winter I sent an email to the pastor to introduce myself, indicating what he might expect from me and my ministry.  He replied by email that we had some basic disagreements.  I chose to attend there because the Salvation Army homeless shelter, which ideally opens to all on subfreezing nights, throws us out at 7 a.m. and the soup kitchen serves breakfast after 8:45 on Sunday; the church is located nearby and their 8:15 service is conveniently scheduled to bridge the gap on a cold morning.  Take up your mat and walk.

They call themselves “Disciples of Christ” but I won’t be returning, and here is the reason why.  Before service, when he verbally tied my hands, I said okay, but that it was the word of the Lord.  “No it wasn’t,” he flatly declared.  There is nothing I can say that can’t be contradicted, nothing I can do that cannot be condemned.  But Jesus Christ always has the last word and his prophets are top of the food chain.  During communion toward the end of the service, I received two words, “He will be cut off” and “He rejected the word of the Lord and God has rejected him.”  This is a twelve word message.   I wrote them on a piece of paper for my blog and thought to ask God if I should give it to him.  He said, “You might as well.”  I did so as I left, saying I closed out my Hushmail account–actually they closed it after three weeks of inactivity when I was thrown out of the library for two weeks and had no access to a computer (click here), but Jesus had told me to “get out of Hushmail” anyway.  He asked me this morning if I had received his email of last week and that is the reason I hadn’t, I said.  I also got a word, “Now that the church has closed” which may relate to this incident.

20 Keeping a close watch on him, they sent spies, who pretended to be sincere. They hoped to catch Jesus in something he said, so that they might hand him over to the power and authority of the governor.  (Luke 20 NIV)

Pikes Peak Library District (8-17-12)

Is there any place I have not been thrown out of?  Somehow I have heretofore more or less successfully navigated the minefield at the library.  A swarm of security guards and police officers, all of them zealous for the law, assiduously patrol the stacks, assuring no one has an eye closed or a shoe off or is in possession of contraband paraphenalia such as a water bottle, empty or full, or a bag.  I have written about my dream where I was not allowed on the library property; it came to pass on Tuesday morning, July 31 and fortunately not in the middle of the winter when the fact that there is nowhere else for the homeless to go is exigent.  Now I know why they call it a LIE-bury.  I tried to sign in to a computer and was not permitted to do so.  A security guard said they wanted to talk to me.  I turned myself in to the PPLD police substation and was informed that somebody said that somebody said that somebody saw me pry open a plastic case and remove the DVD rather than check it out.  In fact, on Monday afternoon I had checked out “The Woman in Black”, then checked out a DVD player to watch it on.  After duly checking it out, I swiped the plastic case in the swiper and it turned green and I opened it in the usual way.  This has been routine for me over the years and I have never had to find an alternative to the standard operating procedure.  The only anomaly was that the machine did not give me a receipt, which is not unusual.  And as often as not, I must then take movies to a checkout clerk because the cases remain red, or locked, after swiping.

The security guard seemed confused, saying they had found the movie properly returned in the drop box after I had viewed it and there was no evidence of tampering.  But he insisted that I had not checked it out and that he had me dead to rights.  He filled in the blanks on the form letter but had to do so three times and even then he spelled my name wrong.  The letter cited me for disruptive behavior and was supposed to be supported by an inclosure with my bad behavior highlighted, but there was no attachment, only the aforementioned cover letter.  I said I could probably afford two weeks out.

The movie exploited every gimmick in the book: creaky doors, faces in the window, footsteps in the hallway, the hostile locals; I didn’t really want to see it anyway.  The scariest part was when D-cubed showed up to pester me*.  I know I told him to tell his handlers to tell him to stop that.  He sat next to me and began examining the movie case.  I told him he was making me nervous and asked him if he were doing anything which would cost me money.  He ignored me but was careful to ensure that I was fully aware of his exaggerated investigation.

What did he know and when did he know it?  My sister, who works there at the Kafka branch, was hovering around at the same time with another employee.  Only on Tuesday morning did I understand that they all knew what was going on the day before I did.  Shortly afterward, his minivan was rammed by a cement truck.  Maybe it’s nothing.

I came back after my hiatus just in time to see the movie they show every second Tuesday at noon, Sherlock Holmes.  But now I am on record with the library as a criminal; the security guard followed me into the movie and announced to all of us senior citizens that he was keeping his eye on us, ha ha.  Are they setting me up for winter?

*the Holy Spirit corrects me: …to challenge me.

Footnote: Sunday evening, the 26th of August, I went to “dinner” at the Lord of Glory.  A brat served me a hotdog, or something like that.  I sat down.  A random Mexican standing in the long line looked at me, pointed to his eye and said, “I’m keeping my eye on you!”  Very few people read my blog, so it must be a coincidence.  Right?

Four Bible witnesses about homelessness

Will America be homeless among the nations?  Only if she reaps what she has sown.

There is an obscure verse in Amos, 6:9, the meaning of which is not immediately obvious to the casual reader: And it shall come to pass, if there remain ten men in one house, that they shall die.  God clearly had in mind the incident in Genesis 18:32,33 when Abraham jewed Him down regarding the destruction of Sodom:

32 And he said, Oh let not the Lord be angry, and I will speak yet but this once: Peradventure ten shall be found there. And he said, I will not destroy it for ten’s sake.  33 And the Lord went his way, as soon as he had left communing with Abraham: and Abraham returned unto his place.

The message being, that Samaria’s destruction would be total, none would survive.  Jesus said, “I know what they do to people who live on the street” and I infer from the Bible that even Lot and his family would have been lost in the wrath against Sodom were it not for his insistence that the angels not sleep in the street but come into his house for the night; one might say that he was saved by his works:

19 The qtwo angels came to Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gate of Sodom. When Lot saw them, he rose to meet them and bowed himself with his face to the earth 2 and said, “My lords, rplease turn aside to your servant’s house and spend the night sand wash your feet. Then you may rise up early and go on your way.” They said, t“No; we will spend the night in the town square.” 3 But he pressed them strongly; so they turned aside to him and entered his house. And he made them a feast and baked unleavened bread, and they ate.  (Gen 19 ESV)

Job was known far and wide for his rectitude; listen to his self justification before God:

31 Haven’t the members of my household said, “Who is there who has not had enough to eat at Job’s table?”  32 No stranger had to spend the night on the street, for I opened my door to the traveler. (Job 31 Holman Christian Standard Bible)

This leads to Isaiah 58 and Matthew 25, a pair of chapters in which our Lord by the Holy Spirit says the same thing in both the Old and New Testaments.  A list of works are presented which, if obeyed will unlock the blessings of God, will untie his hands in the lives of his people.

“Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness,
to undo the straps of the yoke,
to let the oppressed[b] go free,
and to break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover him,
and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer;
you shall cry, and he will say, ‘Here I am.’ (Isaiah 58 ESV)

Jesus, in 25 of Matthew, says of the sheep and goats, it’s the difference between heaven and hell.

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”

I have been living on the street here in the Bible Belt for more than ten years, and I can tell you that no one has come close to meeting these criteria, these prerequisites for blessing.  The Lord said, “Why is my son (still) living on the street?”  I got a nervous laugh at a homeless service when the pastor asked if we were living under the law or living under grace and I replied that I was  living under the bridge.  Many say to me that they are saved by faith–I think they mean grace as we are justified by faith and saved by grace–and not by works as an excuse to do nothing, aside from a few palliatives, because they “believe in Jesus”, but they conveniently forget that while the Bible is clear that we are not justified by the works of the law, works of obedience to the faith are mandatory.   The first thing Jesus said to each of the seven churches of Revelation was “I know thy works.”  For the Son of man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels; and then he shall reward every man according to his works. (Matt 16:27)  This is why the city and nation are in danger of a goat judgment.  I got this word in the spirit: “I’m donating this to the poor, just don’t get any on me.”   The world would be a different place if Christians were obedient, as righteous Lot was.  There is an important distinction between Abram and Abraham which is not made in the new testament, but an understanding of which helps me reconcile the apparent discrepancy between Romans 4 and James 2, salvation by faith and salvation by works.  Nobody wants to hear about their covenant responsibilities, and that’s fine with me.  I have short coattails; as Jesus said, Where I am going, they cannot come.

God repeats himself about the importance of loving our neighbors in Jeremiah 17:10, Revelation 2:21-23 and Romans 2:, as follows:

10 “I the Lord search the heart
    and test the mind,[a]
to give every man according to his ways,
    according to the fruit of his deeds.” (ESV)

He will render to each one according to his works: to those who by patience in well-doing seek for glory and honor and immortality, he will give eternal life; but for those who are self-seeking[a] and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, there will be wrath and fury.There will be tribulation and distress for every human being who does evil, the Jew first and also the Greek, 10 but glory and honor and peace for everyone who does good, the Jew first and also the Greek. 11 For God shows no partiality. ESV

21 I gave her time to repent, but she refuses to repent of her sexual immorality. 22 Behold, I will throw her onto a sickbed, and those who commit adultery with her I will throw into great tribulation, unless they repent of her works, 23 and I will strike her children dead. And all the churches will know that I am he who searches mind and heart, and I will give to each of you according to your works. (ESV)

We know about God’s purpose in destroying Sodom from 2 Peter 2:6:

And turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrha into ashes condemned them with an overthrow, making them an ensample unto those that after should live ungodly;

But Jeremiah, among others, points out the sinfulness of God’s covenant people as being worse than the surrounding nations, and the punishment was commensurately worse, because they were held to a higher standard.  They were violating the Sabbath and refusing to release their slaves, in violation of God’s law.  Jeremiah 21 and 19 foretold what would happen if there was no repentance, but 18:18 indicates the people would not listen but rather persecuted the man of God.  I have noticed the tendency of people to take clear words of warning as personal affronts.  I understand why they rise up against me, because if what I say is true, then everything they believe is wrong.  It is interesting to compare the siege of the city with the former siege in Isaiah 36 and 37.  18:18 hints there had grown up, in the intervening years, an elaborate religious system which the prophet came in conflict with:

Then said they, Come, and let us devise devices against Jeremiah; for the law shall not perish from the priest, nor counsel from the wise, nor the word from the prophet. Come, and let us smite him with the tongue, and let us not give heed to any of his words.

In Lamentations, Jeremiah said “I told you so,” comparing the judgment on “the streets of Jerusalem and the cities of Judah,” a worst-case scenario from Dt. 28 and Lev.26, unfavorably with Sodom’s, a posteriori,

For the chastisement[a] of the daughter of my people has been greater
than the punishment[b] of Sodom,
which was overthrown in a moment,
and no hands were wrung for her.[c]

Jesus Christ said, “The garden of Rome is hanging from New York.”  The book of Hebrews applies this progressive revelation to the complete Sodom-Jerusalem-Vatican axis, as contradistinct from the heavenly Zion in chapter 12, by posting severe warnings against violating the Great Heavenly Covenant.  Christians are held to the highest standard of all.  To whom much is given, much is required.

Here’s the latest from Taco Bell.  As I mentioned in Crystal Cruse, I often walk to the fast food establishment on south Nevada Ave. to “feed the warden”, in prison parlance, before retiring to camp for the evening.  Few people are employed and even fewer dine there; the young workers are usually to be found sitting around smoking and gabbing, a far cry from when I was similarly exploited.  For some time now, after sitting on the can, there has been an obligatory rude knock on the door and jiggle of the door handle.  I always answer with a hearty “hello”.  Last night, the attack was escalated: after the usual routine, a key was inserted in the lock and the door was opened to expose me.  The girl with the key was shocked, shocked to see an elderly patron sitting there with his pants down and rebuked me, saying that I should have answered to her knock, which I had been sure to do as usual, while the older gal looked on approvingly.  Given my enemies’ obvious determination to portray me as a sex pervert and all around good guy, and I defend their right to believe that, this incident may not bode well for my future at Taco Bell and I may do my business elsewhere from now on.  At the Wendy’s downtown, the girl asked me if I wanted a receipt when I left.  What would Dave say?

New Life Church

I have written elsewhere about the church of Sodom and will follow up with a couple brief testimonies about New Life Church.  A gunman opened fire on a Sunday morning and two sisters were killed, Rachel and Stephanie Works.  The message was clear: there were dead works at New Life Church.

Again, I attended a service and when the music started I was looking at the speakers and the Lord said, “Doom box.”  In a vision I saw Ted Haggard’s face in extreme close-up on a TV screen and he said, “From now on, the news will be broadcast from New Life Church.”

Again, when I was praying at the World Prayer Center, which is associated with New Life Church, I said by the Spirit, “How did I guess; how did I know; how did I Wes; how did I woe?”  Wes Tullis was in charge up there and the next Sunday I attended the evening service at the Church, which was not my habit, and the first announcement was about Wes’ son, born with Down’s Syndrome, who had been rushed to the hospital with seizures.

Back in the ’80s, I received this word of knowledge from the Holy Spirit: “I am a long straight shaft.  God has taken me from his quiver, positioned me on his bow, pulled back the string, and whoever gets in my way, it will be his own choice.”  A night or two later, I was taken to a church I had never attended before.  We walked in early; few were there at the time.  The pastor was crying out over the pa system, “You are a weapon, you are a weapon, you are a weapon in the hands of God!”  Much like Jeremiah being a battle ax.  In his sermon, he called himself an arrow, as opposed to some who are daggers for in close fighting.  Afterwards, I went forward and told him I was an arrow, also.

In a vision, I saw New Lifeless Church on fire.  There was a look of anguish on a woman’s face, perhaps his wife, Gail.  I later asked Ted if he’d had any confirmation from the prophets and he said “No”.

Again, after I went homeless, I threw some clothes in the as yet unimpounded car and drove up to the World Prayer Center where there is a laundry facility for the guest rooms.  WPC is associated with NLC and is located on the same property.  I routinely prayed at this location and attended the church over the years.  I washed a load and was rudely told by security that I was not welcome there for that.  It was open 24/7 and I was not the only person who found it the only place to stay at night.  When I left, I told the macho antagonist that God would judge between us before he threw me out and then I told a prophetic brother, who was living in his car on the parking lot, that dirty laundry would bring the church down.

Thirty days after I was kicked in the face and had my nose broken by a couple of gang stalker bat boy thugs while I was sleeping in the outhouse at America the Beautiful park, Ted Haggard was exposed and disgraced and defrocked from the ministry for sexual impropriety and drug use.  (Jesus had said, in a different context, that judgment would come in 30 days.  Maybe it’s nothing.)  Ted founded the megachurch and was also president of the 80 million member National Association of Evangelicals.  Mikey knew him personally; they sang Just as I Am together back when the church met in Ted’s basement.

So I took the load to Couture’s laundry on Tejon and when I prepared to insert my last dollar into the change machine, Jesus said, “You don’t have to do that.”  Since then, I have not had to do laundry because the Lord has provided me a lot of nice clothing in lieu thereof, which is one reason everyone says I am a thief.  Again, free laundry was provided when I dredged my sleeping bags out of the silt from the archaeological dig that my camp became after the flood and I put them to good use until the CSPD Hit Team raid in late September 2012 when they stole everything, including my crystal cruze, and I moved into Carsophagus.


When I have time, I will write here about Carsophagus, the old abandoned car I have slept in since the raid.  Preview: Somebody asked me if I have running water and I said, “Only when the radiator leaks.”  Curiously, D-Cubed suddenly and dramatically appeared at the soup kitchen the day of the CSPD raid, lent me a sleeping bag and set me up in his second minivan to “car sit”.  Maybe it’s nothing.  The Holy Spirit said, “Anyone who’s true to Christ is going to wander as a beggar.”  The parking lot where I am located now is infested with police and tow trucks parading through.  God said the police are endemic, like bedbugs at the Salvation Army’s R.J. Montgomery New Hope homeless shelter.  I told D-Cubed, “We know how to deal with tow truck drivers.” Click here.  He barked off the tragic facts of the case without pause, about the tow truck driver who got caught in his own contraption and was dragged to death here in Where-else.  “That’s right,” I replied.  The Lord said, “I’d like to see how that shows up in the police report!”  12 words.  Another time, as I lay in the back in the parking lot, I addressed someone in the spirit, saying: “You don’t like it?  Fuck you.”  Then I addressed the Father, saying, “Thank you, Father.”  He winked at me; actually, it was a reverse wink: I saw His left eye lid open and then close.

Yet another coincidence

14 There is a vanity which is done upon the earth: that there be just men, unto whom it happeneth according to the works of the wicked; again, there be wicked men, to whom it happeneth according to the works of the righteous. I said that this also is vanity. (Eccl 8:14)

Jesus said, “The righteous will be given over, too; it won’t just be the wicked.”  In an exposé of COINTELPRO (click here), one of the tactics used by shadow-government gang stalkers is this:

Third, there was harassment through the legal system, used to harass dissidents and make them appear to be criminals. Officers gave perjured testimony and presented fabricated evidence as a pretext for false arrests and wrongful imprisonment. They discriminatorily enforced tax laws and other government regulations and used conspicuous surveillance, “investigative” interviews, and grand jury subpoenas in an effort to intimidate activists and silence their supporters.

(I have linked this persecution to the Inquisition elsewhere; perhaps it is no coincidence that the recent pope, Pope Benedict, was Prefect of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith.)

My public defender informed me in jail that the word on the street was that I am crazy.  As it is written, The days of punishment have come; the days of recompense have come; Israel shall know it. The prophet is a fool; the man of the spirit is mad, because of your great iniquity and great hatred.  (Hosea 9:7)   Jesus said, “People will go to any length to make the man of God look like a fool.”  “Crucify them lengthwise.”  One of the burly young deputies was accompanied by a pretty young woman from the mental health department the day they brought a battery of questions for me to answer.  I knew from my several arrests before that this was standard procedure; the questions were nosey and nobody’s business and I always refused to answer any of them.  This time they were ready.  The dep took this routine exercise of my constitutional rights as a personal affront to his dubious authority.  He could barely constrain his contempt and was virtually frothing at the mouth.  He forced me into a room with mirrored windows and cameras and commanded me to take my clothes off and demanded that if I did not answer the questions he would PERSONALLY escort me to the psych ward as a suicide.

When we arrived, I in my green “turtle suit”, Jesus said, “What they’re doing is against the law.”  Maybe that is why he said the Criminal Justice Center (CJC), or Cookie Cutter Justice as he calls it, will owe me a lot of money.  I suspect it will cost them more than that.  This was a psy ops designed to push me over the edge mentally: my sentence within a sentence spanned from Christmas Eve until New Years Day when they suddenly decided I was no longer “suicidal” and released me back into general population.  Home for the holidays.  The Holy Spirit says, El Paso County, it’s your jail.

Why is this important?  Jesus told me “there are no coincidences.  They’re all connected; all you have to do is prove it.”  But coincidentally, the library sent me an email saying my account would be terminated on November 22 if I could not produce proof of residence.  I wonder if anyone else will be similarly honored on his birthday which is also Thanksgiving Day and the runup to the jubilee of Kennedy’s assassination this year.  Another Tet Offensive.  They meant it for evil but God means it for good, I’m sure.

Yet another contradiction…

In past entries I have tried to convey a little of the flavor of the spirit at Restoring Hope Church where I was thrown out.  Pastor Doug Anderson.  They have now completed their move into a larger building but wait! what’s this?  Early in the morning one day before their scheduled grand opening, the building caught fire. (click here and here.)  This is the church where, for example, I brought a word from Jesus that “There are no contradictions in the Bible.”  Later I saw Mike McCartney, now deceased, with his laptop computer compiling a list of contradictions in the Bible.  The Bible calls this the “contradiction of sinners.”  He said “rebuked by sinners.”  A few days before the fire, I told a little birdie I had been thrown out of First Christian Church and he asked me if I wanted him to firebomb it, ha ha.  Maybe it’s nothing.  And Stefon did all that work painting the interior for the burnt offering.  Now it’s boarded up, desolate and ready for demolition like the old Express Inn itself and the doppelganger Abandon Hope Nazarene church formerly under Castor Pooper.  Some of us were discussing the cause of the fire last night and I heard the Lord say, “We know the truth.”  Remember his words: “God will burn you with fire if you withhold justice from me.  Let’s see how long it takes them to figure it out.  At some point, they’ll add all of this up and count the cost.  And if they still refuse to believe?  Trust your neighbors to get too close to the place of the fire; they’ll burn up instantly.”  The upshot of all this, for those who like to connect dots, is that back on that cold, rainy night when Jimmy Gilpin excommunicated me for as yet undisclosed reasons, I told them I would return the favor as Jesus Christ lives, everything was always a big favor, you know, and as of Saturday morning, Doug is effectively thrown out of his own church, like Pastor Jim Singleton before him.   Saturday November 3, one week before the fire, the Holy Spirit said, “We’re going to make it hell for them.”  For it is time for judgment to begin at the household of God; and if it begins with us, what will be the outcome for those who do not obey the gospel of God?  (1 Peter 4:17 ESV)  They moved to the Lon Chaney theater in the city auditorium but got locked out in mid January when the venue flooded.

1 Woe be unto the pastors that destroy and scatter the sheep of my pasture! saith the LORD. 2 Therefore thus saith the LORD God of Israel against the pastors that feed my people; Ye have scattered my flock, and driven them away , and have not visited them: behold, I will visit upon you the evil of your doings, saith the LORD.  Jer 23

For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God?  1 Peter 4:17

Tuesday Nov. 14 at Bible study Corey asked me to read from the apostolic protocols in Matt 10:9-15, the Holy Spirit thereby corroborating what I had just told them about RHC; I received an icy reception with that remark:

“Do not get any gold or silver or copper to take with you in your belts— 10 no bag for the journey or extra shirt or sandals or a staff, for the worker is worth his keep. 11 Whatever town or village you enter, search there for some worthy person and stay at their house until you leave. 12 As you enter the home, give it your greeting. 13 If the home is deserving, let your peace rest on it; if it is not, let your peace return to you. 14 If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, leave that home or town and shake the dust off your feet. 15 Truly I tell you, it will be more bearable for Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that town.

Saturday Nov. 17, one week after the fire, this message: “The other word I got was: I’m parlaying the evidence over to you.”  Also, Russell Meyer, which is probably code for a prophet’s name, like Jerry Meyer.  Apostolic protocols.  Nov 20: He violated the rules of the protocol; could really hit you hard.  November 21: D-cubed showed up late at Bible study, had never attended before, tail flamboyantly wagging the dog, rebuking me and asking impertinent questions about alcohol consumption, twice warning me I had to be careful before leaving a few minutes later.  I asked him if he were going to similarly entertain us at the next meeting.  The others in the group, not surprisingly, sat there like sandbags to watch.  But I am sleeping in his car and there is no alternative to that.  November 27: Obviously, we are moving into a different era.  On or about December 10, Matt Reece came back into town and told me that Russell had told him that, shortly after the fire, Doug had a heart attack.  Next Tuesday night at Springs of Life church, I immediately asked Russell and Stefon about the truth of the rumor and both told me emphatically that it was not so, but that Doug was alive and well.

Immanuel Baptist, which previously met there, handed out gift cards to Denny’s every month, but they always came up with some new excuse not to give me one until it became onerous for me to go so far out of my way for nothing.

Fool Stamps

7-Eleven management put a big sign on the door at Pikes Peak and Tejon downtown reminding everyone that it is against the law to sell hot food to food stamp recipients.

SSPX0017There is posted a similar sign at the Bijou and Spruce location, I am told.  But the Department of Human Services will not issue food stamps unless the payee is enrolled in the cumbersome “Employment First” Goodwill program for “workfare” training.  Being enrolled means the client must do community service work at minimum wage rates to offset the cost of the food stamps, and meet various other punitive obligations which the pretty young minority women who run the office deem necessary, or the client will be “sanctioned” and lose the “benefit” for many months.  A Hobson’s choice, a contract of adhesion.  We are the engine that drives this economy and we should be treated with more respect.  Most of us receive $200 per month, which works out to 25 hours of community service.  But why work a minimum wage job to earn what Jesus calls fool stamps which cannot be used to purchase a cup of coffee, let alone do a load of laundry?  (As I write this, an announcement came over the speaker that no personal property, bags or camping gear or bike trailers, may be “stored” on the Library property and all must be removed immediately one way or the other, including the “garbage bag” by the front door.)  I checked the Code of Federal Regulations about food stamps and Colorado is in compliance with federal law in mandating this red tape, but states have the option not to require it which I understand most do not.  Reminds me of a dream I had when I was wrongfully jailed: a young woman was sentenced to two years as a secretary.  Jesus told me the righteous will be given over, too; it won’t just be the wicked.

Mat 27:23 And the governor said, Why, what evil hath he done? But they cried out the more, saying, Let him be crucified.

Truly we are on the slippery slope to slavery on the globalist plantation.  The strategy to keep it all legal can be seen in the 13th Amendment to the Constitution:

Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.

Never mind.  I must complete 25 hours by Feb 25.  I’d better get busy but I do not feel it is the Lord’s will for me at this time.  Maybe I should tell Matt I can’t buy drinks for my friends anymore.  Plus, I have been sick for a good month since late January.  Ironically, I have the opportunity to work for Dee Cunningham at KGSB (Keep Colorado Springs Beautiful).  Op. cit.  Maybe I can be a mole and raid the camps of them who always raided mine!  Or I could work at the First Christian Church of Sodom, which you have read about above, as a custodian.  More than a Meal feeds a breakfast to the homeless on Saturday mornings, but they are located far beyond the reach of any bus; Care and Share would require me to lift far more than the doctor will allow; he says my hernia is technically an emergency.  I begged for some hours at the Marian House soup kitchen and was sternly warned by the volunteer coordinator that regular clients are not allowed to work off their debt to society at that location.  I signed up for food stamps three years ago because I heard I was deferred from the work requirement; I would not have done so otherwise.  At the time, there were too many “workers” and not enough “workfare sites” to accommodate them so those between the ages of 50 and 60 were deferred; they recently deferred the deferment, anyone over 60 is already exempt, dumping more workers in the saturated market and those of us in that age group got snared.  See proof text Numbers 4:23 where work age range is stipulated at 30 to 50.  (2/15/2013)  As of mid-March, I have been sanctioned as of the end of the month.  I accrued a record $830 on March 7 and we’ll see how much remains on April Fool’s Day which is the same day my sister ostensibly closed me out of my parents bank account with her power of attorney back in 2004.

Today is April 9, 2013 and I can report a total food stamp balance as of now of $666 which will keep me going for 100 days.  In other words, I was sanctioned at the end of March.  The Lord said, “We’ll make them last” and “You are exempt”.  I walked by the former DHS building at 105 N. Spruce on April Fools Day and saw the empty hulk as it has been since they vacated and relocated, concrete and steel waiting to be demolished, I guess.  No visitor to our fair city can fail to miss it from I-25.  Add it to the list.

Poor Aaron thinks he is the high priest!  He has been attending the Springs of Life church of late but has bought into the mindset there.  He scoffed at the idea that God would gamble when told of my call to win the Powerball back in 2001.  I told them again about the Waldo Canyon fire prophecy and he withstood me, saying that if I thought I were a prophet, I should prophesy and let him hear it.  I said, I just did.  He proceeded to ask me who was in attendance when I heard these words and tried to nullify my testimony by tacitly quoting Scripture: “Let the prophets speak two or three and let the other judge.” As if I cannot hear God for myself.  The Jews did the same to Jesus saying His testimony about Himself was not valid because there were no corroborating witnesses.  And so he used the law to judge me and I called him on it saying, as he stormed out, “Out of your own mouth you will be condemned.”  He turned on his heels, stomping and shaking the building, flailing his cane in the air and screaming “You will not mock my God! You will not mock my God! You will not mock my God!  You will not mock my God!” over and over.  Reminded me of Stefon the Stiff-necked when he raised his voice like a trumpet and cried aloud in the midst of the congregation:  “An apostle you are not! An apostle you are not! An apostle you are not! An apostle you are not!”  I said he could crucify me when the time comes, but I will speak the word until then (the Holy Spirit says, Good Job!).  The last two weeks he has been unable to speak having been afflicted with a painful abscess in his tooth and was perplexed about the necessity of taking antibiotics for it.

The same thing happened to Jason Newell at Restoring Hope Church.  I don’t think he has forged a link between the two events inasmuch as he regards the general consensus about my station as a pariah to the church.   How this devout friend of Doug’s could say in one breath that I was not stark raving mad, as was the consensus, but rather have a high calling in the church, and that the Bible promises me victory over my enemies, and in the next, scorn me with the utmost contempt, I cannot understand.  Maybe the meth addled his brain.  I cut Stefon a similar indulgence because of the heroin.  It occurred to me that Satan relies on consensus just as God relies on credibility; having lost his own, he has created a counterfeit, and he is very influential.  As Pastor Corey, who spent 17 years in prison for armed robbery, proclaimed about me at Springs of Life Ministries: “We know what kind of “man” you are!”

I was the song of the drunkards.  6091
A bad tree cannot bear good fruit.  You can cut it down and use it for a Christmas tree.  If it bears no fruit, you can decorate it with shiny colored balls.  Fasten it in a lamp stand with lights and tinsel if there is no intrinsic light.  Water it to keep it green and invite the neighbors to see it.  Like moving Pikes Peak one rock at a time, some things are simple but they are not easy.

The deli department at WalMart often has little morsels set out in little microcups for free samples.  Barely worth going out of one’s way for, but I got lost one day and there they were in front of me.  So I took one, a small stack of liverwurst and cheese in tiny little squares.  The clerk confronted me, “Freeloading, is it?”  I replied that I was merely partaking of God’s abundant provision for me, and that he prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies.  Would he overlook my insubordination?  When I was living under the bridge, a tramp appeared pulling a roller suitcase.  He said his name was Freddie, obviously a mocking reference to Red Skelton’s character, Freddie the Freeloader.  He interrogated us and I never saw him again.

The Springs Rescue Mission had a little wooden bench out back but they took it out because people were sitting on it.  They like to make us white folk stand in line outside in the sun in the usual record high heat until 4:30.  An associated ministry, the Resource Advocate Program, ostensibly puts the homeless in housing; I wouldn’t know.  At dinner at the mission, someone asked Sarah from RAP for a sleeping bag because the flood swept away our camps.  She responded that they didn’t want to give anybody anything that would enable him to live outside.  On the third Thursday in October is the standown for homeless veterans.  On the fourth Thursday, the city sweeps through the camps and steals what was distributed the week before.  Ken Freeman, the ostensible ombudsman for homeless veterans in the city, stated some years ago that no sleeping bags would be available at the stand down because it would promote homelessness.  When confronted by Robert Moran, the pastor of the Street Church, he promised to have them the following year, but never did, according to him.  I have written about a small fraction of the infractions at the shelter, but I can’t understand why a Christian ministry would put decidedly non-Christian people in positions of authority.  Gary was released from Memorial Hospital and returned to the Salvation Army homeless shelter after curfew with paperwork in hand, but they would not allow him in and he returned to the hospital to have his feet removed, I am told.  Colorado Springs has what I call the “Golden Triangle”: the soup kitchen, the homeless shelter and the county jail, but the gold plate is thus tarnished.  The Agency Connections bus shuttled poor people to where they needed to go; some were crippled, some were opposed by the weird weather here in the Springs, some had long distances to go for help because the city covers so much area.  It followed a set course and joined the charitable services together about four times a day.  Suddenly it was eliminated, for budget reasons.  Nothing replaced it.

The city of Colorado Springs followed suit with its unconstitutional war on poverty.  The sine qua non was the passage of the camping ban ordinance in 2010.  The free shuttle was eliminated, which ran up and down Tejon from the park and ride at I-25 to Colorado College every ten minutes.  This amenity was too useful for too many.  And the homeless rode it–I was one of them because I camped under the Nevada bridge by the park and ride.  They had just replaced the old shuttles with expensive new ones and I wonder who profited from that cost-cutting policy decision.  It wasn’t funded by the city anyway, at least not in its entirety.  Or is it the Washington Monument Syndrome?  The restroom in Dorchester Park by the park and ride, which I and other homeless people used–the only toilet in a two mile radius–has been shut down for years and all but two picnic tables and the grill have been removed.  And don’t open a beer unless you like gunboat diplomacy, a show of force from the great white fleet.  In Colorado Springs, drinking is a capital offense punishable by death; ask the drunks who can’t get into the shelter on a cold night and count their fingers.  The solution is to panhandle more money, which is against the law, to get sufficiently snockered to qualify for a police escort to detox.  God forbid they should be too drunk for the shelter and too sober for detox.  After I spent a good deal of time sitting on the bench at the bus terminal with my large bags, it was redesigned with a large security office, heavily armed and ample security staff and numerous large security signs prohibiting such nonactivity, but they offset the cost to the city by raising fares, reducing bus service and removing the service counter, replacing it with a series of route maps on placards.  And caveat emptor: Mountain Metro no longer recognizes damaged bus passes.  Jesus says, “The beast comes in through officious procedures.”  My hope is that we can lock down this whole city by simply living responsibly within our rights.  Ironically, rumor has it that many homeless are relocating to the Springs from Denver because of the draconian tactics there.  Hasn’t anyone in this Christian city ever read Ezekiel 16?  Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed because of their lack of care for the poor, among other things.  As I type this, the guy at the next computer is making snide remarks about deodorant, or the lack thereof.  The Holy Spirit counters with the word, mustard gas and moon gas.

The Pikes Peak Grill hosted a men’s Bible study on Friday mornings in a ritzy part of town–was it Mountain Shadows?  It was comprised of pompous Fred and 15 or so of his apparently blessed and successful friends from First Presbyterian Church.  Russ and I were the token Lazaruses: we were invited by Suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased, who drove us in one of his BMW 7s because my car was stolen years before when I was falsely arrested and imprisoned.  The wealthier brethren ordered nice breakfasts for themselves.  Finally, the waitress came around to us and graciously encouraged Russ to sit there for the meeting, but soon lost patience.  She repeated my order to me, that I was not allowed on the premises if I couldn’t pay for the privilege.  That’s the last tip I ever get from her:  I never returned, but Russ continued on every week, as Mike offered to buy us an order of toast on subsequent visits.  Let them eat cake.  I told Mike they would be thrown out if they threw me out and the Peak Grill soon went out of business (click here); the Bible study relocated to the Olive Branch downtown, which subsequently closed its doors after 32 years in business (click here for details) so they moved across the street to the Over Easy.  God smuggled me in at the end of a meeting and I asked them to pray that pastors would allow the word of the Lord to go forth in the churches, prompting an agent of the Inquisition to scurry out.

On the subject of Suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased.  He led a Bible study five mornings a week at Restoring Hope Church, which was very handy for us homeless during the winter because there was nowhere else in the city for us to go.  Like Jeff, he drove an expensive car to the homeless meeting and sat there with his laptop computer.  He seemed to have it in for me personally for some reason; other homeless slept there overnight, for example, but I never felt comfortable on the premises, nor was I allowed to sleep overnight, and I know Mike left a note for Jimmy, the “security guard”, singling me out for more abuse and accelerating my departure.  One morning, Mike was teaching and I looked at him in the spirit and received a clear word, “He’s going to have a stroke.”  I repeated the word to him and others, which was my responsibility, leading to more persecution.  Another pearl I threw to them was about the destruction of the city.  The Lord said, “I’m giving you a suicide,” and on July 28 2012, Mike hosed himself with carbon monoxide; rumor had it he and Brenda were separated, but his death came about a month after the Waldo Canyon fire, which clearly validated my prophecy.  He threw me out and God threw him out.  The Holy Spirit said God was going to prove me true and it might hurt some feelings.

I ran into a champion here in the “City of Champions”.  A champion of the Colorado state sport, called “Beat the Pedestrian”.  No one fusses about jaydrivers, but dare to step on a crosswalk and one is trespassing on the personal private property of every motorist in the vicinity.  Early Sunday morning I walked north along Cascade to First Christian Church on the corner of Platte.  How few times may one push the button to ensure the walk signal will come on?  I have yet to find out.  But there was no one on the streets and the little man was already lit up and so I had, I thought, the right of way, looked both ways and stepped into the crosswalk.  A big truck, diesel, I think, roared a wide right turn in front of me and the driver started cursing me, don’t you look? and so on.  I was dutifully obeying the laws of the land, but my best is never good enough.  Americans believe that might makes right, but Christians believe that right makes might.  Americans don’t play fair, and Daddy will take away their toys.  Those who drive irresponsibly seem to gravitate to me.  Perception is reality.  I brought this word to the gang at the erstwhile Restoring Hope Church: Your hatred of me will be your downfall.  Their insolence to the man of God will be punished.  Seems appropriate here, too.

Something similar happened a while back.  It was a cold winter night and I was returning to the shelter to grab a mat for the night.  Again, there was little traffic on the roads…fewer witnesses.  I was walking, as always, south on Tejon and was clear to cross Cimarron. As I proceeded into the crosswalk, a big, shiny new pickup truck, a diesel I am sure, snuck up behind me and made a right turn into me.  Great honk!  I stopped, turned toward the driver, looked him in the eye and raised my arm up over my head.  Jesus said, “Rocket launch!”  The next morning, I was walking south on Tejon again and a big, shiny, red fire engine snuck up on me as I started to cross Colorado, with the light, to make a right turn.  Loud siren, noisy horns and klaxon, flashy Christmas lights.  Carbon copy of the night before.  I ignored it and continued apace across the street.  I wonder how many houses burned down.  Jesus Christ says, “They think they’re above the law.”  I know the fire department is complicit and culpable in these things; they tried to wreck me with an ambulance on Union south of Constitution during rush hour.  Just as I have come to see these judges as nothing more than senior law enforcement officials for the New American  Inquisition, so too have I come to regard the fire department as the provisional wing of the police department.  How appropriate, then, that God should answer by fire, putting them on the front line in the war against Him.  They like to show up in disproportionate numbers at my Bible studies and to marry my girl friends.  Then there are the Cabbies On Patrol (COP); you haven’t lived until you have been swarmed by a fleet of zombie cabbies.  These COPs often outcop the cops in stalking, menacing, lurking and other violations of our rights.  But ultimately, such heroes share one characteristic with the common man: an innate susceptibility to the harmful effects of ionizing radiation.  Interesting graffiti in the stall at the shelter; must have been an angel drew it or someone with a lot of talent:  a big moon in my face and CSFD written below.  The message was clear: they’re asking for it.  (I wrote this before the fire.)  January 2, 2o14 I was sitting in the park and got two words which can only refer to these fires: “Well, now you have three in a row” and “I can tell you exactly where we’re going with this.”  The Lord had previously said, “Let’s not jump to conclusions about where we’re going with all this.”  A camera team came by but they moved on when I gave them the word in this matter.

Hear what the unjust judge says

Restraining orders are nothing but judicial derivatives, loosely related to legal fundamentals.  This option is a contract that gives the buyer the right, but not the obligation, to have someone arrested for no particular reason on or before a certain date.  But options are inherently risky; these investments are not for everyone, and past performance is no guarantee of future results.  You can’t turn a good man into a bad man by jurisimprudence.  My public defenders threatened to adduce evidence against me, but God told me they were lying and I stood my ground.  I asked them if they were working for the DA and they froze.  Jesus said, “Chamber around.”  He said, “Shoot himself in the foot.”   In the courtroom He said, “Cut them to shreds.”  He said, “On the 27th trial for trespassing, they finally won.” I answered it was self explanatory that the plaintiffs with their agenda were the criminals here and they were playing them all for fools but they didn’t know it.  I told justician Michael Feeney point blank the whole thing was a Rodney Dangerfield one-liner: I went to the nursing home to visit my mother; they arrested me for trespassing!  They did, however, promise to drop “mutiny on the high seas” should I plead guilty to a lesser charge.  I told them I don’t negotiate with terrorists and they let me go.  After my exoneration from trespassing God said, “Can the restraining order be far behind?”

I had the opportunity to read John Grisham’s The Innocent Man, which I found compelling given all of this.  If Grisham liked Ron Williamson’s drama, he will love mine.  Ashley, from the nursing home, was the notable horn against me.  There is a big red book in the law library called Bad Faith by Ashley, probably no relation.  Ashley on the stand: “You were trying to force your mother to write you a check!”  Me to court: “Maybe what she meant is that my mother was trying to force me to write her a check.”  Ashley: “You had something in your back pocket!”  I had a checkbook in my pocket at the time.  Me to Ashley: “Is it a crime to have something in my back pocket?”  I turned to Feeney: “Is it a crime to have something in my back pocket?”  Feeney momentarily recused himself, complaining he couldn’t answer because of his workload.  This was ironic because he clearly had too much time on his hands.  See Parkinson’s law.  I told him what he had told me: “That’s your problem.”

I heard a voice in the spirit, “It’s problematic whether justice was done.”  I was never, in any of my many trips to the courtroom, allowed to bring anything with me, let alone something I could use for my defense, like a Bible verse on a scrap of paper.  My accusers appeared against me in the morning, when everyone was fresh and happy; I was kept in a holding cell and fed a slice of baloney and a small, desiccated orange for lunch before judgess Hansen extended to me the privilege of defending myself in the afternoon.  Nor was I ever read my rights at any of my arrests.  My public defender asked Ashley, the only witness against me, “Do you have any personal knowledge of any wrongdoing on Mr. Tone’s part?”  “No.”  That was enough to convince a jury of my peers of my guilt.  I immediately identified the jurors as Eliphaz, Bildad and Zophar and their understudies.

While in jail awaiting trial, I was slapped with a fraudulent restraining order (FRO) by the nursing home.  Jesus said, “Seven counts of first-degree perjury.”   For this, there was a pre-Enlightenment style “hearing” in the Star Chamber, but no trial, no crime, no defense, no witnesses, no evidence, charges, jury nor justice; only me, the plaintiffs and the judge.  Feeney tossed the FRO aside, saying the nursing home couldn’t do that and there was no basis for the FRO and certainly no reason to make it permanent.  The women immediately arose against me: “Crucify him! We need that restraining order!” and he called me back into the courtroom ten days later to reverse himself without explanation in a clear example of double jeopardy.  Who put the bug in his ear?  I heard a voice in the spirit: “We don’t have the resources to handle your case but I’m counting on the fact that it’s double jeopardy.”  I had a vision of a man sitting at a desk.  He was shaking his head, his hand on his forehead, and saying, “This restraining order is unbelievable.”  The Lord added his assessment: “The restraining order is not to be believed.”

When asked, they gave me an illegible copy of the FRO.  The date entered for the “incident” was more than a month after I was actually arrested.  What tactics might they have employed had I actually done something wrong?  But everything made sense when I learned I couldn’t have a gun with an FRO.  (Click here for a reference)  It was all a routine violation of my constitutional rights. This type of legal harassment is gang stalking COINTELPRO boilerplate.  Daniel’s enemies knew he would break the “law” by worshiping the living God and my enemies knew I would break the “law” by visiting my mother.  Starch Amber, from the public defender’s office (Get the justice you deserve), the one who told me the word on the street was that I am crazy, asked me why I didn’t simply request a hearing for a reconsideration of a restraining order.  I asked the obvious question: “How am I supposed to know there is such a thing as reconsiderations of restraining orders?  Did I miss the memo?”  I thought that was their job.  She accused me of getting angry; I answered I was indignant, that there is a difference she wouldn’t know because they didn’t teach her that in law school.  After my release, I walked across town twice a week to visit Mom until she died, anyway.  Fuck their god damn restraining order, and I want my car back, too.  If people stood up for their rights, this whole system would collapse.  Excuse me for spitting.

The Volunteers of America’s Laurel Manor nursing home was testing the fire alarm system one day while I was there.  You’ve been in nursing homes; you know how it is.  All the residents were subjected to these alarms; no precautions were taken to protect them.  A clear case of elder abuse.  This went on for a while after I managed to ask above the racket how much longer this would be taking place.  When I found out, I went to the desk and shouted my best, “This is unacceptable.”  Next thing you know, my presence at the nursing home was unacceptable and punishable by imprisonment.  I was unanimously convicted by a jury of my peers of violating their permanent fraudulent restraining order (VPFRO).  Judgess Karla Hansen asked me: “If I let you go, will you go back to visit your mother?”  “Of course.”  She said, “Then I have no choice but to give you the maximum sentence of one year in jail.”  The fire department again.  This has been a very bad year for wildfires here in Colorado.

When we first put my parents in a nursing home, which has since gone out of business, I went one day to visit and noticed my father’s wedding ring was missing from his finger.  He was inarticulate with dementia, although in a moment which did primogeniture proud he said, “I’m putting you in charge because you know more about it.”  I informed the staff at the desk and was met with the same old stonewall, not a word.  Soon after, I went on a quotidian visit to East Library and the director of the nursing home was sitting there in the coffee shop, obviously wanting to talk to me.  I should have done so and will never know what he had to say.  Then, after they were transferred to the Volunteers of America Laurel Manor nursing home, I was talking to my mother and one of the nurses was standing right there to spy on us as usual and Mom said she wanted me to take care of her wedding and engagement rings for her and took them off her finger and when she tried to give them to her first-born son, the nurse started swatting the heir, I mean air, and would not allow her to pass them on.  I reminded her she was a mere hireling, to no avail.

If my sister were speaking to me, I might ask her if she knows where the wedding rings are.  As it is, I shall ask the Lord of the rings.  She works at Penrose Library and I see her every day.  Mary was there when my father died and I want their deaths investigated when God gives me the leverage to do so.  Even Kay said something which led me to believe there was foul play, but I am out of the loop.  More recently, I stood in line for a sack lunch from Howard one recent Saturday and sat down on the curb to partake.  As I peeled a banana, a well-wisher sat down next to me and pointed out another stranger and said, “Do you know him?  Don’t trust him with anything!  He’d steal the ring off his dead mother’s finger!”  I felt like I was eavesdropping on some weird game of Chinese telephone, party line edition, for the spiritually brain dead.  I wouldn’t mention it but for the gang stalking overtones.  Jesus said, “The devil’s been lying about you big time!”

Early this morning, our little camp chickadee cried out near my tent: “Hee diddit! Hee diddit!”  I remember greeting Holly.  She responded by donning a T-shirt which read “SNITCHES GET STITCHES” and featured a large bore revolver pointed right at me.  Joe told me in May 2017 that she is dying from cancer with a few months to live.

Saturday at 11 a.m., the Street Church pulled up to Antlers Park with their van and I walked over to talk to Robert, the pastor.  As I approached, he cried out, “Here comes trouble!”  Ha, ha.  I quoted to him Elijah’s response to Ahab:

17 When he saw Elijah, he said to him, “Is that you, you troubler of Israel?” 18 “I have not made trouble for Israel,” Elijah replied. “But you and your father’s family have. You have abandoned the Lord’s commands and have followed the Baals. (1 Kings 18 NIV)

Then Sunday morning, I took the long, daily walk from my camp by the sewage plant to the soup kitchen for breakfast.  Beautiful, quiet morning, with very little traffic, foot or otherwise.  I walked up Tejon and crossed Las Vegas and heard one word: “Trouble!”  I turned back to see Bookworm walking on Las Vegas toward Tejon, not that I answer to that name as a rule.  “Whenever I hear that word, I know there is a gang stalker around,” I explained.  He is a nasty, dessicated old drunk who has lived under Tejon bridge for years and hangs out at Dorchester Park by the liquor store and for whatever reason, he didn’t have much else to say as we walked north.  His mind was admittedly elsewhere; we parted at the first ashtray as he took off to hunt snipes.  The first time I remember this sort of thing was some years ago outside King Soopers #53, in the parking lot, when a stranger rolled up and called out “Troublemaker!” and drove off.  Some say I have a persecution complex, but Jesus said, “Why does everybody hate him so much?  The closer you come to perfection, the greater the persecution will be.” 

Jesus said, “This little guy here can tell you what you need to know.”  I seem to have flushed out a duck.  Bookworm and I are nodding acquaintances, but we both kept to ourselves.  The day after I published the preceding paragraph, I exited the library and Bookworm, who was standing by the door with two security guards and CSPD, came up from behind and started physically pushing me around.  I told him to keep his hands to himself.  He said, “I try to be nice; I even hold the door open for you, but…” “I don’t appreciate it!” I finished his sentence for him.  I have often wondered who would be the first Dutch boy to pull his finger out of the dike.  I can say without fear of contradiction that Bookworm never read my blog; the only explanation for his aggressive behavior is that someone snitched.  I mean, there was a leak.  A memorial service will be held today at Dorchester Park. (_click here_)

Mike Draper recently told me a story about his trouble in the Navy as a SEAL.  He was thrown in the brig, he said, for throwing oranges at his commanding officer.  More Mike.  More cowbell.  But, then, I had blogged my dream about throwing that nasty little orange at the wall in the deputies’ office when I was incarcerated at CJC, which was followed by the actual closing of the Minimum Security Ward.  Another hint that another unlikely fan had access to my blog information.

Shelter Shock deals with another close encounter of the weird kind.  Carl tipped his hand, too; you can read about that here.  The Bible requires only two witnesses; I offer you these three.

I walked to the soup kitchen today and a fellow who has caught my suspicion  recently was walking toward me.  I don’t know his name.  This is a busy area; if you’re doing street theater, you aim for the widest possible audience.  When he saw me, he looked intently at his cell phone (they like to show off their cell phones because I don’t have one) and walked directly toward me, angling across the sidewalk in the process.  When we were about to collide, I said, without breaking stride, “Watch where you’re going, guy.”  A few steps later, I heard a loud voice a right behind me: “The word excuse me comes to mind!”  When I brought the word of the Lord at the Street Church open mic about the destruction of America, he followed up with a nonsense “word” to obscure what I had said.  He likes to stand in line behind me at these homeless feeds and gently bump into me, preferably with a dirty plate.  Wickedness from the wicked.  Another example: at Springs of Life Ministries, I told Patricia the pastor that I had Pete pegged as a trouble maker for quite a while.  He never came to the church after that, nor have I seen him since.  He is the one who accosted me during a service at the Mission and shouted out to standers by: “He is a thief and a liar!”  There were two big guys standing with their backs to me facing him who may have been angels.  Though the wicked join hand in hand, they shall not go unpunished.

Shortly after I told the leadership at Springs of Life Ministry about my suspicions regarding Peter–not the security guard at First Presbyterian–as troublemaker, and his public slander against me is not the only indication, Patricia and Tawnja brought a blank, new greeting card to me and told me Peter was in jail and would I like to sign it.  I haven’t seen the card since.  Some years before, a stranger came up to me in WalMart and put a big blank greeting card in my face, saying it was for Tom, the case manager at the shelter who was always throwing me out from my upper bunk onto the street after my two weeks were up, and who had, he said, suffered a heart attack, and would I like to sign it.  I did and he walked away.  Never saw the card again.  Tawnja, the outreach minister, brought in a little plastic container to church and asked if anybody liked seafood salad and I said yes and she gave it to me but she had already eaten all the seafood out.  The coleslaw was okay, though.  At the soup kitchen, seafood is rarely served.  Once they had shell fish and I though “Oh, boy!”  They put a half-scoop of shells on my plate, but the meat was missing.  Another Friday they served up “fish” but all I got was a scoop of bones, fins and scales; they must have had it set aside just for me.  I recently had a vision; a plate was handed to me and the food at the near end was jumping around as if alive.  I saw Jesus go into the kitchen and tell them, “you’re doing more harm than good.”  He also said, “The thing about meat is that it has to be kept frozen.”  One kind old woman put a half scoop of food on my plate and said, “We have to keep you people healthy…I don’t know why!”  Grace Be Unto You, a black church, served us sausages one night and I thought the one they served me from off the top looked dubious but I ate it and it made me very sick.  That was the church where they served me turkey neck bones for Thanksgiving and I have written about God’s judgment against them elsewhere.  Everybody always thinks he’s the first SOB to come along.

Early this morning, May 21, 2012, I awoke to a vision.  I saw Pikes Peak Ave, the small extension which runs up the hill between Antler’s Hilton and the Penrose Library and opens onto Cascade.  Particularly, I saw the ascending sidewalk next to the library as if from the Hilton parking garage.  I got the word of knowledge: (I’m) “not allowed to even walk along the outside of the building.”  So, if I must discontinue my blog and Twitter and such things, you will know the reason; I have no computer of my own.  We have been warned!

At CJC I was in the hole or maximum security, I can’t remember which, Jesus said, “The righteous will be given over, too; it won’t just be the wicked.”  I was attacked by a 211 (bk, or black killer) thug  in the ward who loudly demanded to know if I was in the KKK.  That was the rumor du jour but was a lie nonetheless.  I told him that people should look at the evidence and decide for themselves.  That infuriated him all the more and I saw what looked like a hole open up in the atmosphere behind him and he was pulled back into it before he could attack me.  Then I saw him being bounced around on an inmate’s knees.  Don’t ever think there aren’t angels in jail.  Everyone always thinks he’s the first SOB to come along, but we can do them worse than they can do us.

In a recent dream, I was walking along the street and suddenly I was surrounded by construction equipment which started dumping on me.  I asked the worker, “Don’t you have respect for anybody?” and he replied arrogantly, something about sweeping the streets.  I said, “Well, fuck you!”  We’ll see how that plays out.  Jesus said, “(He) can be every bit as nasty as you.”  When my parents and I were living at Palace and Imperial, there was a time during the routine harassment when they blocked off our apartment building and turned all our water brown.

Matt and Jim had a camp along Shooks Run.  Now that Matt has left town, Jim has moved in to pastor Doug Anderson’s Restoring Hope Church, the one that won’t let me darken their door.  They attended Jeff’s weekly Bible study at Pikes Perk.  Jim is a surly cuss who once was a top grocery manager at King Soopers store #53 where I also worked back in 1990.  I said a little prayer for Jim when he came to Jeff’s Bible study and Matt told me later he was very offended, cursing God.  Some people don’t seem to understand that church is for Christians; I think he came for the free coffee.  Matt always called me “the horned one” and Chris Twitch was “the excellent one”.  He often expressed an interest in my food stamps and their ability to buy food for him and his friends who spent prodigious amounts on alcohol and associated pastimes.  In fact, I just passed Jim at the ATM before coming here.  Matt hung around waiting for me until I told him I wasn’t going to 7-Eleven and then he suddenly had something else to do.  We talked about the Bible.  He was a homeless vet and wore camo, for old times sake, and a black beret that said, RECON.  He was sniper.  He was also a Phi Beta Kappa level student and a member of Mensa and worked as an engineer at Los Alamos but had some difficulty reading Scripture.  Maybe that was camoflage, too.  You meet the most interesting people on the street.  At the Mission one evening, he sat across from me and asked  if a bully ever beat me up and stole my lunch money and I said, “Not till you came along.”  He shrugged and said, “It’s my job.”

I drove my parents to a senior lunch at a community center in a quiet, residential neighborhood.  The building was located in a park.  They went in and I parked the car and waited for them.  Some activity behind me caught my attention so I put my thick glasses on and watched in the rear view mirror.  The impressive big, new, shiny, black pickup truck with black windows, which was parked across the street directly ahead, rolled away, which only goes to show that it’s not polite to stare.  I recently got this word in the spirit: If you’re spying on me, God will put your eyes out.

11 Then they struck the men who were at the door of the house, young and old, with blindness so that they could not find the door. (Gen 19 NIV)

23 May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see,
and their backs be bent forever.  (Psalm 69 NIV)

11 Now the hand of the Lord is against you. You are going to be blind for a time, not even able to see the light of the sun.  (Acts 13 NIV)

I was sitting downtown in Akacia Park and a skinny young dude strutted by in black Gothic attire and brightly colored Mohawk.  The Lord said, “Servants rule.”  If servants rule, what must rulers do?  I was praying at the World Prayer Center and there was a plastic ruler on the table.  I picked it up and Jesus said, “We believe there’s a ruler in our king.”   He said, “Your reign of fear will come to pass.”

10 So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

11 “All who rage against you
will surely be ashamed and disgraced;
those who oppose you
will be as nothing and perish.
12 Though you search for your enemies,
you will not find them.
Those who wage war against you
will be as nothing at all.
13 For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you.
14 Do not be afraid, you worm Jacob,
little Israel, do not fear,
for I myself will help you,” declares the Lord,
your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.
15 “See, I will make you into a threshing sledge,
new and sharp, with many teeth.
You will thresh the mountains and crush them,
and reduce the hills to chaff.
16 You will winnow them, the wind will pick them up,
and a gale will blow them away.
But you will rejoice in the Lord
and glory in the Holy One of Israel.