Another Disaster is Pending

September 15, 2017

  • 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 to me
  • Of whom be thou ware also; for he hath greatly withstood our words. 2 Timothy 4:15
  • The apostolic which is below you will soon be on top of you. –a prophetic word
  • I am the eagle’s right hand.
  • Another disaster is pending. — another prophetic word to me.

God is telling me this and I have been preaching it for years. Someone asked me how one knows whether a man is from God. I said you treat him like crap and see if God messes you up. I have always observed, and it can be verified historically, that the apostolic brings out the worst in people. Woe to the churches especially in Colorado Springs that have universally stonewalled the man of God in his mission. God said recently that “Many are screaming bloody murder against the church.” (11-29-17) “Take care of yourself.” (12-4-17)

Power Corrupts

I brought the Word to First Presbyterian years ago. Peter, the security guard, walked me out the door. I said, “Maybe God can find reason to throw the pastor out of the church.” I pointed and cried, “You remember what I said!”

Pastor Jim Singleton resigned and Peter at the Pearly Gate was crushed under an 800 pound gate.

You don’t throw a son of God out of his Father’s house.

The lengthy search for a new senior pastor was mostly unsuccessful. Graham Baird resigned. Then came Pastor Tim McConnell.

I had a dream of a man wearing a shirt and tie; it may have been Pastor Tim. Their theme was “Love Your City 💘.” I was looking up from the bottom of a cavernous sink hole. It is well known that Colorado Springs is built on swiss cheese, riddled with abandoned mining tunnels. Coupled with recent record precipitation, floods, landslides, and plans to build 20 story towers across the street from the Centurylink building, this could be problematic. This is not the only sink hole God has shown me.

The opening was studded with broken infrastructure like salt on a margarita. In the distance, I saw the man dangling by his hands from the end of a vertically hanging length of PVC pipe. This is the kind of pipe they are laying for the Water Main Renewal Project, which I have written about elsewhere. All the old cast iron water mains are being replaced, a project which is estimated to take hundreds of years to complete. He was holding a pipe-cutter arrangement which scored through the pipe as he twisted and lurched, trying to find some footing. He was in a very precarious situation. God said, “He thinks it’s a dinner party.”

I recently warned this pastor, Tim McConnell, that things are proceeding on schedule, whether or not he allows me to address the congregation.

February 1, 2018. I met with Tim for another chance and mentioned about public perception. I said, the thing that concerns me is that, if these disasters continue and word gets out that I was stonewalled when bringing a warning, there could be a backlash against the churches.

Sunday 8-18 2018. Deacon Scott was at “The Blend”. He said Tim has back spasms. I said it could be disciplinary IAW Hebrews 12.

  • For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. (Hebrews 12:6 KJV)
  • 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.” (Jeremiah 18:18 NLT)
  • 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. 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. (2 Chronicles 36:15,16 NIV)

Judy was at the point of tears in Fred’s class at First Presbyterian. The Blend. He stated categorically that all dead babies go straight to hell. No one knew what to do and no one has seen or heard from her since. Mr. Hyde himself has been at death’s door for some time.

I am sure it is clear by now that I am anathema to the churches because of my love for the Lord Jesus Christ, because I have nowhere to lay my head. They believe that, by persecuting and making inarticulate the man of God, they render ineffectual God Himself. Sound familiar?

It’s like this. I am a man of prayer. When I denounce the city, they say to pray about it. I say I do pray about it, but I can’t do everything. People have to be responsible and take some initiative for themselves. But imagine the cognitive dissonance when I rebuke them for being irresponsible and lacking initiative to save their own city. This is nothing less than heresy.

At Dutch Sheets’ Springs Harvest Fellowship, I said, “You can’t throw me out of this church…because I was never in it.” Never mind I attended for years before they took over. When they threatened to arrest me, I left, taking the prophetic mantle with me. It was hanging by the door.

One pastor disappeared after a scandal. Another got throat cancer. Et cetera….

I have also brought my seventeen word message from Jesus Christ, “The city will be completely and utterly destroyed because of the wickedness of those who dwell therein”, to Pastor Joseph Winger at the Boulder Street Church. He immediately rebuked me, saying “some people try to make themselves look good.”

Again, at the open mic at River Rock Church. Pastor Rick McFarland grabbed the mic out of my hand and said, “That word is not welcome here and neither are you.” I didn’t even get my Thanksgiving dinner. I opted out of their dove hunt.

At First Christian Church, Pastor Chuck Blaisdell put a gag order on me when I answered the call and spoke at the open mic–a moment with God–after the Waldo Canyon wildfire but before the presidential election in 2012. I followed the warning with the words of Jesus Christ: “You can’t believe what I believe and be a Democrat.” He said, “He rejected the word of the Lord and God has rejected him.”

“What is this wickedness?” they asked at Restoring Hope Church. I said, “The wickedness is manifesting right here: I bring a message from God and no one believes it.” Pastor Doug Anderson tapped on the Bible and said, “We’re going to go with THE WORD!” End of discussion. They soon moved to a new location, but the building was ruined by a fire the night before the grand opening. (click here.)

That was where Suicide Mike McCartney, now deceased, taught us. Whenever Poor Homeless Man brought a word from the Lord, he would drop the names of his favorite prophets, Jim Jones and Charles Mansonnnn. They heard from God tooooo.

Mike gagged when I told him he was intellectually dishonest. Jesus said “I’m giving you a suicide” before he hosed himself a month after the Waldo Canyon fire, Colorado’s worst and the first wildfire in American history to burn into a city. (from Sodom 7)

The Pharisees are willfully ignorant that if they ignore God God will ignore them.

I enjoyed attending Jeff Krueger’s Bible study for the homeless at Pikes Perk. He bought the drinks. I told him God calls coffee an unclean thing; touch it not, but I don’t think he heard me. He threw me out because Stefon the Stiffnecked resented the Lord Jesus Christ’s use of the word “nigger“. The Kruegers were subsequently evacuated from both wildfires and the Perk burned, remodeled and reopened soon after. (click here.)

I told Jeff I had a word from the Lord. He said, “No you don’t.” Please pray for his wife; Matt told me she is not doing well.

Jeff and Suicide Mike were alike in that they conspicuously sat with expensive laptops while we ate stale donuts.

Easter I attended at Victory Life. Great dinner afterwards. Also attended there for Super Bowl Sunday. Same thing. I said to the pastor, after the service, I enjoy being challenged by a good pastor, but I have a challenge for you. Pending.

Jack Garcia invited me to his brief church at SRM. I asked him how his church was better than others at the mission. At the beginning of the service, I offered to bring the words of warning. He ignored me. I left.

Another pastor at SRM’s Rock and Roll church bravely lost his foot to diabetes. Same thing. A corresponding word: “The battles of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.”

Another preacher at SRM–was it Larry McNight?–rejected Our Lord’s condemation of the city, saying that Jesus took our punishment on the Cross and he didn’t want to hear “everybody’s crap. Just tell me about Jesus!”

Live in denial with the awareness that Jesus may deny you in return.

The Catholic Church liturgy is too daunting to even approach. God calls it “liturgic acid diethylemide”. They have long been dominated by the doctrine of the Nicolaitans, “which thing I hate” (Jesus Christ). Nicolaitan means “victory over the laity”.

I write about the New American Inquisition, the dark age. I heard God say “Opus Dei.” Then I heard, in the spirit, “Get him, boys!” Definitely religious persecution involved–and that from the professionals. Jesus said, “the long night has just begun.”

Father God said “Come to our house.” Next morning I went to mass at St. Mary’s, the only door open to me in the city at 7:00 a.m. They threw me out for sleeping. I was struck by the ecumenical similarity to the Protestant tradition in that regard.

Jesus said He would build His church. His kingdom is not of this world. He calls it, “The Valid Church.” The name of His Church is “The Church of the Firstborn whose names are written in heaven.” See Hebrews 12:23. Every plant my heavenly Father has not planted will be rooted up. Matthew 15:13

Jonah preached eight words: yet forty days and Nineveh will be overthrown. That was sufficient to bring the city to its knees. Christians are held to a higher standard and have farther to fall. The pressure is building in the Spirit.

***Overnight.*** God said, “Ten o’clock news.” Three teens were shot at Albertaco two blocks from Rocky Mountain Calvary. One dead, one critical, one serious. Yesterday, October 28, a team from RMC handed out burritos at Penrose Library. I reminded them about my video prophesying a sniper attack at the church. (video link.) God said, “They laughed their fool heads off” after I reported this vision to the pastors that morning.

The night of Sept 30 2006 I was attacked while sleeping in the outhouse at America the Beautiful Park. The thugs kicked my face in, broke my nose and left me for dead. Eat your heart out, Paul.

I had previously brought the Word of Jesus Christ to New Life Church. I told Pastor Ted Haggard personally that I saw the church burning, I said, and saw a look of anguish on a woman’s face; I assume it was Gayle. A month after the attack on me, on Nov. 1, Ted was exposed and disgraced and resigned from the ministry. (spoken like a true prophet.)

Sometimes I throw myself out. Cut out the middleman. At New Life Downtown, a branch of New Life Church. a false pastor told me there was zero possibility I would be allowed to bring the word of God, what “the spirit is saying to the churches” now, to the congregation. I said, “if you don’t want to hear what I have to say, I don’t want to hear what you have to say.” Never went back.

God reminds me that I was told by same that senior pastor Brady Boyd at the main church was of the same opinion. He replaced Ted Haggard. He also experienced the killings of two of his parishioners before rejecting me.

Dead Works at New Life Church

The two Works girls, Stephanie 18 and Rachel 16, were gunned down after Sunday morning service a year later, December 9, 2007. (link to Denver Post article). Another service, another sign: when the music started, God said “doom box.” Reminded me of a Stan Kenton concert I attended: Kenton threw a handkerchief in the air and walked away; when it hit the ground, the band exploded. Prophet John W. Johnston has a lot about the American church in his blog, UnitedStatesProphecy.com

Let’s wake up; time is short.

9-18-2017. By conjoining two recent words from Jesus, we have “If you get sick, … another disaster is pending.” I am again sick from eating at the local charities, which God has told me not to do. If individuals or the city are unable to get the help they need, let them understand this. God has shown me my environment has been tampered with in various ways.

9-19-2017, 11:30 p.m. Vision. I saw a pan of patties. A hand reached to the bottom and pulled out a specific patty for someone special. It is hard to credibly accuse this or that mess hall when I am the only person who gets sick, which is often the case. Below is a tweet which may apply. I also got very sick when I picked up some trash placed outside the door of the haunted house on Prospect.

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  • [Psa 7:11 NKJV] 11 God [is] a just judge, And God is angry [with the wicked] every day.
  • The judges aren’t doing their jobs. I could fix this whole thing overnight. –Jesus Christ to me
  • The city will be completely and utterly destroyed because of the wickedness of them who dwell therein. –Jesus Christ
  • [Ecc 3:16-17 KJV] 16 And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, [that] wickedness [was] there; and the place of righteousness, [that] iniquity [was] there. 17 I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for [there is] a time there for every purpose and for every work.
  • Judge not lest you be judged.(Matt 7.1)
  • There is an evil I have seen under the sun,
    the sort of error that arises from a ruler:
    Fools are put in many high positions,
    while the rich occupy the low ones.
    I have seen slaves on horseback,
    while princes go on foot like slaves. Eccl 10.5-7 NIV
  • The righteous will be given over, too; it won’t just be the wicked. –Jesus Christ
  • He who departs from evil makes himself a prey. Isaiah 59.15
  • Kangaroo court

The triumph of form over function

My jaywalking trial was this morning for allegedly J-walking in a Cross-walk. In my closing statement, I warned Judge B. J. Fett Jr. that there may be some blowback in the spirit if he didn’t let me speak the words God gave me. He had refused to let me, the Fugitive from Injustice, testify in my own defense because of my respect for the authority of Matthew 5 and James 5 which proscribe the swearing of an oath. The Judge of the quick and the dead already told me I am “guilty of the truth”; why court a perjury charge? Satan’s day isn’t complete until he makes a liar out of me. Jesus knew better than to defend himself in court (Matt 27:11-14). Now, all judgment has been given to the Son. I expect Father God will make them an offer they can’t refuse. The Just Judge once said, “If they persecuted me, they will persecute you.” Now he says, ” If they persecute me, I will persecute them.” I added that the Trevor Dierdorff cover-up resulted from this indiscretion, too.

With friends like that…

Dierdorff, chairman of the El Paso County Republican Party, backed his SUV over his friend, 79 year old Mel Tolbert, three blocks north and a fortnight later, in a truly gruesome vehicular homicide. Belated charges were filed and immediately dropped, against the widow’s wishes, because he is a political crony of District Attorney Dan May. Lucky for them that Mr. Tolbert was not in a crosswalk at the time, so it was his fault, I guess. He died a week later. We’ll have to call it a “suicide”; no wonder Colorado leads the nation! This facile exoneration stands in stark contrast to what the Just Judge calls my “larcenous” jaywalking ticket for legally crossing the street. Who can fail to see God’s hand in that object lesson?

Lest any think me irresponsible in forging an unlikely link between these events, I offer my tweet posted March 11 in support thereof and rest my case. CSPD attacked me March 14, Dierdorff’s vehicular homicide was March 28, and my trial was June 1, 2017:

B. J. said “Guilty.” I said, “So be it.” I caught him with his pants down. God told me I have an “unfailing sense of justice” and these guys irk me no end. But I learned my lesson: the hardest part about crossing the street now is standing patiently on the corner while everyone else crosses. This is also a good way to impede the flow of traffic. Heretofore I looked both ways and yielded to oncoming traffic if it served the greater good; now I walk by the book. No points for that. As he made his calculations, I said I can’t afford to pay a fine and anyway, I would pay him what I owe him and no more. Can someone say “conflict of interest”?

Breaking news. This just in. Ex-sheriff Terry “Too big to fail” Maketa dodges seven bullets! He has been acquitted of three felonies and the jury hung on every word during the other four. I quote Pam Zubeck from the Colorado Springs Independent April 18-24, 2018 p.12:

Last year and this year, Maketa was tried twice on various criminal charges, but the juries acquitted him on some charges and stalemated on others, leading prosecutors to abandon the case.

Now he can be reelected. Meanwhile, my reputation is in shambles for crossing the street without permission.

Did someone say, “Challenge the system”?

  • B. J. sentenced me to one year probation and eight hours community service, or peonage. As I pondered this, God said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” (As I ponder this ponder, He says “You’re welcome.”) Jesus sets the captives free. Here we see God’s “contempt of court” when he overruled B.J.’s judgment.
  • After the police gave me the “larcenous” ticket, God said, “This is bullshit. It’s not against the law. Anything that’s legal can’t be made illegal without a reason.”
  • God once told me he doesn’t recognize the sheriff’s authority.
  • I received this word some years ago: “Jesus didn’t pay for his cross and I won’t pay you for your treachery.”

Here I have cited four (4) examples illustrating God’s worldview about judicial authority and law enforcement, never mind the deep state shadow government.

Our Help is in the Name of the Lord

{A Song of degrees of David.} If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, now may Israel say;
If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us:
Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us:
Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul:
Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
Blessed be the LORD, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 124

For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God. James 1.20

How does this square with Romans 13 which commands us to submit to all authority? God said, “You can do it because you’re an apostle. (You’ll know by the magnitude of the work.)” (2 Cor. 12.12) Apostles outlast judges. If all authority is from God, how else can he keep the usurpers in check short of destroying them outright? I prayed, “Turn their ears to hear your words.” God puts before us life and death, blessing and curses (Deuteronomy 30.19), but the choice is ours. He told me he wants people to see that “I am bigger than the Bible.”

It’s a simple formula: they can persecute a soft, vulnerable target of opportunity like me with these predations, but again, the Just Judge returns the favor. God always balances the books. A thousand people go to hell for every one that goes to heaven. (click here for proof.) The law is not an end in itself but a means to an end. Nor does it lend itself to weaponization. But I want to be on record with the word “mudslide”. God gave me that word as I pondered “blowback in the spirit”. Expect a mudslide in the city; it won’t be the first. Jesus told me my name is “Fear of God”. People often remind me that vengeance belongs to God and I must remind them that he often delegates. God can do them worse than they can do me.

(Also for the record, the night of June 1, I got some urgent diagnostics in bad English about catastrophic viruses on my android Chrome. Banking, SIM card…everything at risk! Another dirty trick from my enemies? Also got a word: I hope Mary doesn’t get an MI6 shot. I know they are on the lookout for conspicuous Tones. And a vision of the inside of “the Office of the District Attorney”.)

Another asshole

Now “mudslide” is a double entendre. I won’t go into de-tail, but when we were pressed together and shaken down at the county jail, CJC, or Cookie Cutter Justice as the Just Judge calls it, I saw myself in the spirit; I was standing with my hands behind my head and hump, hump, humping. They love to make us disrobe and put our hands on our heads, don’t they? Officer John Ireland and his gang pulled the same smear tactics when publicly menacing me. (Read about Queequeg and Keystone in my post Disaster Upon Disaster .) I had another vision of a body on the ground with his ass blown out. A nasty-ass piece of shit should have a nasty ass, I thought, though to this day I don’t know who it was. God told me, “We won’t know who did what to whom until the books are opened.” (Rev. 20.12-15) A local pastor had a dream of people begging for their lives on that day. Again, God told me, “Blessed are you when you curse not.” But he also said, “If you want to turn nasty, now is the time. It’s okay to shoot back.” There is a difference.

“If they’re shooting at you, they are the enemy.” Is Captain America also among the prophets? If I am ignored and the enemies refuse to believe, what countermeasures are effective? If I say, “Fuck you, in Jesus’ name,” will God fuck them up? Isn’t that really what David prayed in the Psalms? God told me “David showed his enemies no mercy. You are a son of David. Are you come up to fight David’s anointed? I need to take this David business more seriously. Amen. King Chosen. What a forte.” Seems relevant to relate it here, as it involves the reflexive nature of God’s judgment. Quid pro quo. (See Psalm 18.25, 26.*) The Just Judge said he would “bring the overbearing down” with “what the Holy Spirit does through you and for you.” Jesus Christ the Righteous said, “I cannot emphasize it enough: What you do to others, others will do to you.” Is this too much information?

Well, there is an important departure point here. Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. Satan is always talking shit and his passion is to crucify Christ. When he plays that Mighty Wurlitzer, everybody better dance! In light of the important role slander plays in the overall plan…

22 Blessed are you when people hate you,
when they exclude you and insult you
and reject your name as evil,
because of the Son of Man.
23 “Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their ancestors treated the prophets. Luke 6 NIV

…let’s remember that Jesus was convicted for blasphemy and Joseph was a convicted rapist and a registered sex offender, though both were innocent. In today’s world, if the latter ever got out of prison alive, he would be unable to live a normal life without the associated stigmas and handicaps we all condone. This is not about that, but about God’s redemption of his life and the confident assurance Joseph must have had through it all because of his faith. The Just Judge told me, “You are the best man I ever met. The closer you come to perfection, the greater the persecution will be.” God and Joseph were a majority. Ultimately, God exalted him to rule over Egypt and all of his enemies. Joseph symbolizes Christ as redeemer for us, too. Satan may con everyone into demonizing God’s saints, but God and His saints know the truth and will ultimately prevail. 1 Peter uses the phrase: “though they speak evil of you” twice. Thanks be to God.

I have written about similar lies and the impact thereof on my life, and the reflexive nature of the judgment God brings on my enemies, as reflected in these visions, but it’s all consistent with His nature and relevant themes of reality which I have discussed elsewhere.

For example, it is interesting, in the light of Luke 6.23 above, that I was thrown out of Springs Harvest Fellowship on Leap Day 2000. God told me it was “hard to swallow” and He smote Bruce Armstrong, leader of the men’s ministry, with throat cancer, same as he smote Pastor Sadie at the Lord of Glory. How is it they were not afraid to raise their voices against the Lord’s anointed? They weaponized their voices. Glory! Jesus told me: “The harvest is going to be over; I’m out of that game.” 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 Titus Yoder said he lost his tone because he attacked David Tone.

Stefon the Stiffnecked was very upset with me. He said I said he would get his throat torn out. I didn’t say he would get his throat torn out, but that the last guy who said what he said had his throat cut out. Jeez.

Violating the New Covenant of Spirit and life, with its blessing and promise, defaults us to the old covenant of condemnation and death. (see 2 Corinthians 3) Specifically, we can see the judgment in the Law of Moses against violators of the Ninth Commandment in Deuteronomy 19.15-21:

Laws Concerning Witnesses

“A single witness shall not suffice against a person for any crime or for any wrong in connection with any offense that he has committed. Only on the evidence of two witnesses or of three witnesses shall a charge be established. If a malicious witness arises to accuse a person of wrongdoing, then both parties to the dispute shall appear before the Lord, before the priests and the judges who are in office in those days. The judges shall inquire diligently, and if the witness is a false witness and has accused his brother falsely, then you shall do to him as he had meant to do to his brother. So you shall purge the evil from your midst. And the rest shall hear and fear, and shall never again commit any such evil among you. Your eye shall not pity. It shall be life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. ESV

The Just Judge said, “They got a lot of mileage out of calling you names.” He said, “They’ll be eating their own shit, won’t they?” In the spirit I heard someone say, “I’m in a lot of shit because of him!” A case in point.

Whoever slanders his neighbor secretly (behind his back) I will destroy. Psalm 101.5 ESV

Everything we say will be used against us in court? How about Matthew 12.36: I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.

Checkmate.

God told me America is going to be destroyed. Jesus Christ told me “God decided to punish America in December 1963.” Again, he said “God will afflict the wicked and you will live to see it. If they don’t believe when times are good, maybe they’ll believe when times are bad.” He said “The Long Night has just begun.” Was there anything I could do? “Just watch while all hell breaks loose.” The handwriting is on the wall.

You don’t say no to Jesus Christ. –a recent word

Two prophets, two covenants, two fates

To Moses God said

I will raise up for them a prophet like you from among their brothers. And I will put my words in his mouth and he will speak to them all that I command him and whoever will not listen to my words that he shall speak in my name, I myself will require it of him. (Deuteronomy 18:18,19 ESV and Acts 3:22,23)

God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth (John 4.24). By faith Moses forsook Egypt (the world), not fearing the wrath of the king: for he endured, as seeing him who is invisible. (Hebrews 11.27) It is important to remember that Christians are about the spiritual even as the Israelites are about the natural (temporal). To the Jew first and also to the gentile (Romans 1.16)…

  • But it is not the spiritual that is first but the natural, and then the spiritual. The first man (Adam) was from the earth, a man of dust; the second man (Jesus Christ) is from heaven. As was the man of dust, so also are those who are of the dust, and as is the man of heaven, so also are those who are of heaven. Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the man of heaven. I tell you this, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. 1Cor. 5.46-50 ESV
  • It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life. John 6:63
  • So the LORD God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this, “Cursed are you above all livestock and all wild animals! You will crawl on your belly (armies? prisons? religion?) and you will eat dust (war? injustice? persecution?) all the days of your life. Genesis 3.14 NIV
  • Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: Whom resist stedfast in the faith…. 1 Peter 5.8 KJV
  • But just as at that time he who was born according to the flesh (Ishmael) persecuted him who was born according to the Spirit (Isaac), so also it is now. Galatians 4.29
  • Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. Psalm 103.13,14
  • According to God’s great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. 1 Peter 1.3
  • You must be born again. John 3.7

…Each rules his own sphere with his own covenant and resources. Consider these two verses from Jesus Christ:

To the Jews He said: I am going away, and you will seek me, and you will die in your sin. Where I am going, you cannot come. (John 8:21)

To the disciples He said: Where I am going you cannot come but you will come later. (John 13:36)

We need only see it through: For it is by grace you are saved through faith. If people stood up for their rights, this whole corrupt system would crash. The story of Joseph is a temporal depiction of spiritual principles which apply to us in God’s kingdom. God told me I have “a Ph.D in post-temporalization”. Now, this is an anagram for “Daphid, important Zion apostle”. Hebrews 12 describes the heavenly Zion as distinct from the earthly Zion, which the Jews prefer, from the Old Testament.

For God hath concluded them all in unbelief, that he might have mercy upon all. Romans 11.32.

The Jerusalem which now is is in bondage with her children, but Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all. Galatians 4.25,26

Say Day of Atonement three times fast. What do you get? David Tonement.

Kangaroo court: Malicious prosecution

  • The city shadow court broke the law of Moses by failing to provide the requisite number of witnesses to convict. So also was my nursing home conviction for the crime of visiting my mother (premeditated), where Ashley was the only witness for the Volunteers of America Laurel Manor facility. “Do you have personal knowledge of any wrongdoing on Mr. Tone’s part?” “No,” she admitted. I said that, as an ambassador of Christ, I have diplomatic immunity. Paul understood that placing him in prison was an act of war against the kingdom of God. I quoted the King of Kings on the subject: “A restraining order can be violated by order of his majesty, the king.” Judgess Karla Hansen was not impressed. One year in jail. I told judge Michael Feeney the whole thing was a Rodney Dangerfield one-liner: I went to the nursing home to visit my mother; they arrested me for trespassing! Guilty again. (link here.)
  • They also broke the law of Christ by requiring me to swear an oath as a prerequisite for testifying in my own defense. (Matt. 5, James 5). So also was my acquittal for allegedly stealing seventeen cents from Conoco, number four on the global Fortune 100, after sitting seven months in jail for the privilege. (link here.) Not surprisingly, Judge Christopher Acker had the good sense to absolve himself of malfeasance by sealing the case. Had I actually taken the $0.17 (I see the “cent” symbol has fallen into disuse), and they had the chutzpah to convict me, they would have broken the Law of Moses again:

And when ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shalt not wholly reap the corners of thy field, neither shalt thou gather the gleanings of thy harvest. 10And thou shalt not glean thy vineyard, neither shalt thou gather every grape of thy vineyard; thou shalt leave them for the poor and stranger: I am the LORD your God. Leviticus 19.9

  • They also broke the law of the United States by denying me my rights. God said, “Your civil rights are being violated.” Jesus Christ said, “Hey Dave! Title VII! Look it up, because it’s all yours!” No one in law enforcement ever read me my rights. So also was my trial for trespassing at the Salvation Army Robert J. Montgomery homeless shelter which resulted from my opposition to their draconian search and seizure procedures. God said, “The beast comes in through officious procedures.” (link here.) So also was my arbitration hearing for allegedly writing a bad check to Conoco. The effort was quickly abandoned when I suggested that the check was good, whereupon Judge Acker graciously cut me a bench release and threw me out on the street with nothing. The streets of the city are being ripped out now in response. (See Disaster Upon Disaster) God said, “Hire an expensive lawyer and sue them for millions.”

Who can fail to see God’s hand weaving this daisy chain of improbable solutions? Did someone say “mistrial”? No, but God fingered “a whore for the system”. I have my witnesses!

I told prosecutor Chantelle before the trial that a prophet of the Most High has authority to quote God as saying, “This is bullshit.” The Just Judge told me that immediately after I was given the ticket. God is my witness. No wonder the high priesthood of the Law won’t allow His testimony in the Temple! I had more to say, I said, but wanted the rest to be on the record.

She adduced a Google Earth screenshot of the intersection in question as the only evidence against me. I objected, saying the black and white image was misleading for two reasons. First, it featured a great big red target, a Google search icon, smack in the middle of the intersection, implying that that was my location when crossing the street.
“Was I in the crosswalk when I crossed the street?” I asked.
Officer John Ireland folded and confessed: “Yes!”
Foiled ’em again.

The police don’t usually show up for my trials, but with no hostile witness they have to acquit, and that is never acceptable. So also was my trial for trespassing at the homeless shelter, which had to be dismissed, over the hysterical objections of Judgess Manzanarass, who wanted my head on a platter, because no one was foolish enough to appear against me. I thanked my public defender for a job well done. But occasionally a martinet slips through.

Second, Google Earth pictured long lines of cars, stopped at the lights, impatiently waiting to run me over as I crossed. I asked young Ireland if this accurately depicted the situation at 8:28 a.m. on March 14. He flinched. His textbook answer went unchallenged.

There are none so blind as those who refuse to see.  Had I only crossed half of Pikes Peak to park or retrieve my car along the parking median, I would have effectively done the same thing without incident, while neither obeying the signals nor using the crosswalk.

Desperate to prove my innocence to everyone’s satisfaction, I grilled him mercilessly and asked him if, from horizon to horizon, there were any vehicles whatsoever on Pikes Peak Avenue at that time. He said he couldn’t remember, but I could: “No!” I answered, “there were none!”
“Did you testify that the signals are there to protect pedestrians?”
“Yes.”
“Was I in any danger when I crossed?”
He slumped. “No.”
I offered him a tissue. “Did I interfere with anyone’s right of way?”
“No.”

When the police see a crosswalk, I explained, they see a casino…

Suddenly, in a fit of abject, blind-ass panic, an insensate B.J. fetched in some court marshals for protection, effectively truncating my cross examination; I could have reamed Ireland royally based on his interrogation procedures alone, commanding me to take my hands out of my pockets, commanding me to put my hands on my head, cuffing and threatening to ticket and tase me, albeit ever so politely, and so on. I said, “Talk to my lawyer.” He said, “You don’t get a lawyer.” Satan, the Accuser of the brethren, makes himself look good by making others look bad. The video from the intersection may spotlight that sideshow, if CSPD hasn’t lost it yet. It’s hard to be a hero when there are witnesses.

My Father in Heaven once told me: “When you drive a Testa Rossa, you expect ‘cranky’,” but pro se defense was my only option. God said, “All that matters is that you be there. You were there.”

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God said, “When you drive a Testa Rossa, you expect cranky.”

God said, “When you drive a Testa Rossa, you expect ‘cranky’.”

Nothing I said was relevant to the case, as expected. Judges in Colorado Springs are merely senior law enforcement officials. Rubber stampers in accordance with the Rubber Stamp Act as amended. That’s where the money is. I’ll put in for an appeal, that’s it…this time we’ll get a jury’s opinion. On second thought, I can’t afford the docket fee. I am, like Christ himself, an habitual offender, a “big bitch”; I don’t need a panhandling conviction for emphasis. My Father in heaven once counseled me: “The closer you come to perfection, the greater the persecution will be. People will go to any length to make the man of God look like a fool. Do not turn to man and his ways for they will be a snare to you.” God said, “Try to stay out of trouble.” Then again, Daddy told me to sneak him into prison. I’m told by reputable sources that prison is better than jail any day. Hmmm. Felony jaywalking. I like the sound of that.

Jesus said, “It’s obvious to me: they’re covering their tracks.”

Whether or not they collect this or that penalty is not the point, but is a pretext to hide an agenda. Prosecuting and convicting me repeatedly when I have done nothing wrong is tantamount to a confession that they have determined to put me on the wrong side of the ledger. One cannot turn a good man into a bad man by jurisprudence, but he can be defamed thereby. When Satan lost his credibility he opted for consensus. A politician. There is no better example than the gospel account of Christ and Him crucified. We know that the law is good if one use it lawfully (1 Timothy 1.8) but the devil has developed quite a reputation of his own in that area.

Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered. Proverbs 11:21

I have a video (Judicial abuse: Judges Michael Feeney and Karla Hansen) about Daniel’s enemies creating an unjust law they knew Daniel would break, penalizing worship of the true God. He went to the lion’s den, as did they as you recall. My enemies knew I would violate a fraudulent restraining order (VFRO) by visiting Mom in the nursing home and, by way of developing a consensus, further break the law by crossing the street without a license. Now I am officially, for all time, a criminal. Never mind they stole my car and my parents’ rings, my image of Jesus Christ, etc., in the process. The police have been stalking and menacing me for years–no crime there, apparently, but the God of Daniel and I have discussed this at length.

Am I starting to sound like a targeted individual? Say “Yes!”

note: see J-walking in the Urban dictionary, top definition. Two criteria: oncoming traffic and no crosswalk.

note: saw Officer Ireland at “coffee with a cop” at PPLD\Penrose. Looked like he wanted to KILL me! Pushed elevator button and God said: “I’m a-scared o’stairs!” (9-15-2017) YIKES.

The title, Hear What the Unjust Judge Saith, is from Luke 18.6.

*To the faithful you show yourself faithful,
to the blameless you show yourself blameless,
to the pure you show yourself pure,
but to the devious you show yourself shrewd.
Psalm 18.25,26

Criminal Justice

When Dr. Manson got paroled,
they had to fill an empty bed,
but O.J. Simpson wasn’t told
and Randy Weaver’s wife was dead.

Then Richard Nixon’s lame excuse
to federal men, make no mistake,
entitled him to cheat the noose,
and the racket keeps me awake.

copyright, David Tone

Land o’ Povertunity

What did the stars say to the stripes?
Do as you’re told.
What did the stripes say to the stars?
Take it from me.

What did the stripes sing to the stripes
Before the stars saw stars?
The national anathema
Of nanobillionaires.

Copyright David Tone

Lawyers’ Lyre

The Court decided as by lot:
What we believe must not be taught.

The Court proceeded eight to one:
The Court’s accountable to none,

appointed Bush to oversee
their constitutionality,

appropriated by default
a budget worthy of assault,

today concluded five to four
that we don’t need no court no more.

copyright David Tone

Disaster Upon Disaster

March 10, 2017

I ain’t sayin’ what you did was wrong, Marshal, but the judge ain’t gonna like it. –from Hang ’em High

Penrose Library introduced a bio about Spencer “Speck” Penrose, founder of the El Pomar Foundation and the Broadmoor, and the patron saint of Colorado Springs. He made a fortune from mining in the region. Rudy Nast asked the author whether Speck was involved with the Ludlow Massacre. Nobody knew what he was talking about, but we were assured that no, he was not.

Penrose Library also launched a new book March 22 called Disasters in the Pikes Peak Region. The author said the Waldo Canyon Fire was the first wildfire in American history to burn into a city. He set the cost at $470 million, and the Black Forest wildfire at $429 million in insured losses. Four dead. The two worst fires in Colorado’s history in less than a year, right here in River City. I brought God’s perspective to the group, warning them about the Cheyenne Mountain zone of fire God showed me. Are these disasters an historical anomaly or the new norm? “I have the answer!”

Big fires? Big deal. The hailstorm of July 28, 2016 cost the city $352.8 million in insured losses–officially, but the meter is running. Most insurance companies allow twelve months to complete such claims. See Hailstorm impact still felt by Rich Laden on the front page of today’s Gazette, above the fold. (3-27-17). Halloween 2017, yet more TV ads for roof repair from hail damage.

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Note the size of the hailstones. Hail and fire was one of the judgments Moses brought on Egypt.

I strolled north across Colorado on Tejon…ground zero in the Hammerfall Zone. Last autumn, God showed me something in the air just north of this intersection. He said “a big hammer is going to fall” at the “winter target”. I warned my Sunday school classmates at First Presbyterian Church about this with predictable results. As I crossed, God said, You let them off. He wanted me to post about recent disasters and I didn’t. Maybe that’s what He meant. Could be a lot of things. Forex..?

Morning before Easter, Tejon south of Colorado, between the Alamo building and the Plaza of the Rockies, was blocked off. Several flatbed trucks were in the enclosure and a large crane. Each truck carried in two big yellow Liebherr weights of 10 and 12 tons each. These were hoisted to the top of the Plaza of the Rockies, or ‘mausoleum’, and they were done and gone by 1:00 p.m. If ever there was a semblance of a big hammer in the “Hammerfall Zone”, that was it. They were there again a fortnight later, on Sat. 4-29. Bear in mind that VectraBank itself is both located on that very corner and situated within that selfsame building.

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Another broken window on the Plaza of the Rockies–directly below Liebherr lift.

3-22 I had a vision this morning. In the vision, I was facing east at Cascade and Pikes Peak, the center of the city, in front of the Antlers Hotel and looked to the south, the Wells Fargo tower, where road work had been done to replace the old cast iron water mains. I saw what looked like a large, billowy blue tarp in the southbound lanes that extended to Colorado Ave. A voice said, “Run, everybody, run! Disaster coming from the south.”

The Water Main Renewal Project has moved north on Cascade, block by block, from Colorado to Pikes Peak to Kiowa to Bijou to Platte and beyond. A news report estimated it would take hundreds of years, at the present rate, to replace them all.

I had a vision of the sidewalk broken up on southbound Cascade, in front of the Wells Fargo Tower, where the tarp appeared. 3-22-17

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God gave me this abstract image of a dilapidated Wells Fargo Tower, which I prophesied against, as reflected from a broken VectraBank window. He watermarked it with a selfie. See Sodom part 6. Photo, January 5, 2017

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As in my vision of 3-22, less a huge pile of rubble.

Sinkholes

God’s emphasis in 2017 was sinkholes and collateral damage. This city is known for its pothole problem; now we have graduated to the big time.

We had the sinkhole vision which threatened First Presbyterian Church (see Another Disaster is Pending).

We had the implied sinkhole in the above photograph, which may be related to an impending collapse of the Wells Fargo Tower.

I saw a sinkhole in a vision which was located on Tejon adjacent to the Plaza of the Rockies– or on Nevada adjacent to the post office; I can’t remember.

God showed me a sinkhole on Pikes Peak Avenue adjacent to the CenturyLink building. God told me the building could crumble.

I was prayer walking through the city the night of Saturday March 10. I cast a knowing glance at the CenturyLink building and thought, “That’s the building that could collapse.” The Holy Spirit replied, “Thank you.” In other words, the revelation is both current and valid.

I brought this up to the city council on Tuesday March 27, 2018 after a two year absence. They allowed me a full three minutes; they have more important business to attend to. Haven’t looked, but their website has videos of all their meetings. Colorado Springs city council web page.

Also by way of a wildfire update:

I saw the video of the Grenfell Tower fire in London on June 14, 2017. God said “Broadmoor.” This is not the first warning of a threat to the resort and environs. God told me, “They have a mammoth task ahead of them.”

added 3-19-2018

J-walking in the Cross-walk

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. –wisdom from Jesus Christ to me.

–It’s their fault. They started it.

God has a plan for my life and you’re interfering with it. If you persecute me, I will persecute you. –words of wisdom from Jesus Christ

…3-14. It’s not a casino, it’s a crosswalk. The “Fugitive from Injustice”, as I call myself, strolled north across Pikes Peak at Tejon, one block east of the Antlers location above and one block north of Colorado, and was accosted and assaulted by a zealous gang of tattooed young scolds who gleefully ticketed me for J-walking after commanding me to take my hands out of my pockets, cuffing me, putting my hands on my head–or trying to and threatening to tase me. Shortly thereafter came the national news report about the jaywalker who was beaten by the cop, if you remember (click here). Officer Queequeg demanded a $60 consideration. Officer Keystone was nearly killed when he ran across the street to the station to grab a “hard” ticket, but I threw myself in front of a truck and saved his life. I shall wheel myself to the courthouse on the Fourth to pay my debt to society. Failure to appear would be felony J-walking, which is ironic, inasmuch as I broke no law in the first place: the Lord told me “it’s not against the law.” And again, “Anything that’s legal can’t be made illegal without a reason.” God calls the ticket larcenous. Had there been a vehicle in the vicinity at the time, believe me, they would have cited me on .102 as well as .101.

You can’t fight city hall, they say. Odds always favor the house. Multiple wrongful arrests and incarcerations for trespassing, violating a fraudulent restraining order (VFRO), and now what God calls a larcenous J-walking ticket (LJT). Is there a pattern? God said, “They’re all connected; all you have to do is prove it.” Queequeg answered that I don’t get a lawyer when I told him to talk to my lawyer; how did he know I haven’t, or cannot afford, a lawyer? Are they profiling the homeless, persecuting the poor? Subpoenas and discoveries are a lawyer’s job, not mine, Judge; if I must represent myself but am neither qualified nor licensed to do so, should I recuse myself? Nor am I impartial, which is another basis for recusal. Any judge worth his salt would throw this case out of court on its own merits. How many of my rights can they nullify before they become the criminals, themselves? Should I call their bluffs by asking the court to cite specific laws I allegedly violated? I was a target of opportunity for the protocol predators. I will pay them what I owe them–no more. I may use the “Dierdorff defense” which will assure that the charge is dropped.

But I learned my lesson: the hardest part about crossing the street now is standing patiently on the corner while everybody else crosses. I was crossing streets before their fathers were born. My J-walking trial is June 1st. I’m going for the gold or some base metal equivalent.

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Deere me. Pikes Peak at Tejon today, 4-13-2017. The building on the left is the police substation. 7-Eleven, on the right, is closing April 26.

–Father said, “I won’t hold back.”

After this arrest attempt my Father in heaven said, “This is bullshit.” He saw His Son from heaven crucified on similar grounds. False witnesses, false accusations, false evidence, false laws…. You know. He gave me the word “vehicular homicide”. (3-10 @9p.m.) My enemies often threaten me with same…but wait! What’s this? A fortnight later, on 3-28, three blocks north of the crime scene on Pikes Peak and four blocks north of Colorado, at Platte and Tejon, Trevor Dierdorff, local business owner and chairman of the El Paso County Republican party, backed over his friend Mel Tolbert, the 79 year old owner of Platte Floral, dealing him severe life threatening injuries. See article here. Another “disaster from the south”? More dirty tricks? They were probably arriving for some secret meeting in a dark, smoke-filled back room at the El Paso Club on the corner. That’s where No Toes was sitting when dealt a professional-grade black eye last year. Sure, he was a little drunk…. TV news emphasized that jaywalker Tolbert was not in the crosswalk when mangled and charges will not be filed. (3-28) I’m surprised it made the news at all.

–Platte tax

Mr. Tolbert died from his injuries on Sunday April 2, one week after being struck. Thus prophecy is fulfilled. A high price to pay for a larcenous J-walking ticket.

God once said, “Sooner or later, they’ll add all this up and count the cost. Let’s see how long it takes them to figure it out.”

–District Attorney Dan May’s cronyism

Vehicular homicide is vehicular homicide. But in Colorado Springs, a license to drive is a license to kill. The precedent has been set: you can murder anyone you want as long as you have the right of way. Eventually, Charges against Dierdorf were filed and immediately dropped; there were effectively no charges. Click here for the police point of view. This was indiscretion on the part of District Attorney Dan May, the carbon copy successor to John Newsome. May is a Republican buddy of Dierdorff, according to the Independent. At least I used the crosswalk to allegedly commit my “crime”.

–another crosswalk zinger

Unintended consequences? The reason the corners are being redone is to disable the crosswalks, apparently.

 

 

Bijou and Cascade xwalk south (5)

–Yet another crosswalk zinger

Casino at Rio Grande...

Casino at Rio Grande…where the odds always favor the house.

Thursday August 24: vision of sinkhole on Pikes Peak Ave. by CenturyLink. God said, “Maybe it will crumble.” Gazette article about big plans for more big buildings adjacent to City Auditorium across Weber from CenturyLink.

Know your enemy

Patriotism is like happiness: it’s different things to different people. That’s what happiness is. The Constitution is like the Bible: much is made of national security while lip service is payed to, say, redress of grievances.

What’s in your pocket? The beast wants to know. “The beast comes in through officious procedures.” The devil’s boys have a right to stick their hands in my pockets at will but I will be tased if I put my hands in my own pockets. Jesus Christ calls it an “armed shakedown of the populace. The police have had it too good for to long. Devour CSPD. My blog posts are ‘sharks’ teeth’ (brush your teeth). The pen is the most powerful weapon in the world. I don’t recognize the sheriff’s authority. They are endemic. They are the enemy. Your name is Fear of God”. Welcome to the New American Inquisition. Jesus told me on 9-11: “the beast comes in through officious procedures.” They expect us to waive our rights, which cannot be waived by definition, who recognize neither jot nor tittle of the true law themselves. If I want to cross the street, I will cross the street; if the police don’t like it, they are in the wrong line of work. This is why God has chosen me to “throw the first stone” in what He calls the “Domestic war”. He said, “The long night has just begun.”

When cuffed and stuffed at the nursing home so they could steal my parents’ rings and my car, I asked one of the arresting officers if he weren’t going to call for reinforcements. He replied that they didn’t need reinforcements and I said, “You will some day.” He felt entitled to stick his hands in my pockets, too. Other than that, he’s a nice guy. It’s too bad they bring these problems on themselves.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, this is God’s strategy for the new warfare. The enemy is always fighting the last war. I was watching London has Fallen when Daddy said “An unnamed army of hundreds of thousands…you don’t want to be anywhere around.” These anonymous “lone nuts” are the guerillas of today. Their grievances don’t get redressed, despite their petitions, and they simply “go postal”. He said, “a machine gun never forgets…it won’t be resolved until the Domestic War reaches the streets…the gates of hell will not prevail against My Church.”
“… eating their slop”

Speaking of the Inquisition, have you ever eaten wormy manna at the Catholic Charities Marian House soup kitchen? This contender for charity poster boy had an open meeting to tell the homeless what a great job they are doing.

I told the C.C. director, privately, that I saw Jesus Christ go to the serving line and tell them they were “doing more harm than good”. He didn’t get back to me. I should have continued by recounting to him my visions of worms in the food, with His admonition about the importance of keeping meat refrigerated and eating elsewhere. And the big scoops of shells, bones, fins and scales. Maybe that would have elicited a response. God told me not to eat at the Springs Rescue Mission, also. He told me that He told me…and, this morning, about “eating their slop”. Whatever you do to the least of these my brethren you do to Me. Jesus gave me this discernment: I’m giving this to the poor; just don’t get any on me.

What do you suppose is the likelihood that Nineveh will heed Jonah’s warning and come to Jesus Christ and confess they are sinners? That Jonah will get burned at the stake?

The Holy Spirit updated my prophecy to include “the sudden destruction of the city.” As of 3-27-17 at 8:15 p.m. I never used that attributive before.

J-walking in the Cross-walk

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.”

HTTrack

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.
Stinkmeal

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.”

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. Picked up some Milk Duds and walked away.

I regularly attend the Biker 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!
Sniff!

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.

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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…

Drills
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 received the bomb warning more than a year ago. 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.

Title VII

December 1, 2016

Jesus Christ spoke loud and clear: “Hey Dave! Title VII…look it up because it’s all yours.” I’d asked God to prosecute my enemies under federal statutes.

Jesus Christ said, “Hire an expensive lawyer and sue them for millions.”

God said to Make a Mess

I got the above word as I was moving the cartoon to the blog.

God said, “Your civil rights are being (huge) violated.” Within minutes of hearing this word, I saw a scrap of newspaper on the table at the winter shelter at Springs Rescue Mission with this cartoon.

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Title VII is a fancy name for the Civil Rights Act of 1964

A lottery to get into a warming shelter in winter is obvilousy ludicrous, but they are the only such shelter in the city and they are already full. On the night of their grand opening Nov. 18th, God gave me a word, which I shared with Brittany and Dave and another, that they need to get me in every week and if they don’t, they have already seen their best day.

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Then God said, “We have plenty of body bags and we can fill them quickly.” (8-18)

Tuesday morning He confirmed with the following: “He’s been here every night since the beginning and he will continue to stay here.” I relayed this to a woman on the staff there and to “Bob and Sam”, two staff members that night. Bob passed the buck and told me to talk to Kathy in RAP who handles the scheduling: she can get me in long term. But God said I had done enough and He would handle it. A stranger looked at me and said, “He knows…I told him.”

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 front door. 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 blast furnace. I told some cognizant people about that. Now is the time that judgment must begin at the house of God…

God recently said, “He should have gotten ’em a month ago.”

A worker 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, that Satan is into sleep deprivation. My Jesus also said the days are coming when those who kill you will think they are doing God service.

3-9.Early am. Received word. “You have to let me know which one is making the trouble here.”

6-29 2018 I think God is giving me clarification about Title VII. In my post Martial Law, I describe how the beast is trying to use a guilt trip to get me to work for free by allowing me to partake of God’s charity on a quid pro quo basis. God told me years ago: the shelter “was put here by God for the people of God and he has a right to expect a Christian consensus.”

This is still developing, but the same thing has happened at the jail, R.J. Montgomery shelter and SRM shelter; I have been living on the street for fifteen years. Last night they tried the same attack. I said God didn’t want me to clean the courtyard. He asked me, “Why?” I said, “I don’t work here.” God’s answer is the best answer.

Thursday 8-16-18. Picked up two tickets for the church picnic Wednesday next. I gave them to Lidia because attending would cause me to violate the 5:00 curfew at the SRM shelter. People on the outside don’t get it.

I awoke this morning thinking about all the violations of my rights at these shelters. Daily frisks of my person. Weekly searches of all my bags…. Jazz actually arrested me for trespassing at the Salvation Army/El Pomar’s R.J. Montgomery homeless shelter after I stood up for my rights. Broke my wrist. Bent my glasses. Mocked Jesus Christ….

God said, [“Yes it affords my enemies more opportunities to conduct illegal searches and seizures;] but more to the point, it allows them to lock me down after the fires.” Lidia always reminds me that prophesying a fire is tantamount to actually starting it in the minds of many.

The above quote from God was modeled after a similar line from another post (Sodom 6):

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 stood in the clothing line for underwear at More than a Meal. Doug came over to me. I told him about my new ZR1 and the litigation windfall I expect. He immediately asked me if there was anything I needed. Imagine. Doug.

Haves and have-nots

Sunday October 14, 2018. Dozens of us at the end of the line were denied entry to the SRM homeless shelter, although I was in line by 5:00 opening, ostensibly because they were filled to capacity. Hint: all the unemployed are at the end of the line because the employed go to the front. I have written about the policy to honor the women by dishonoring the men. In a similar way, the unemployed homeless are dishonored by the preferential treatment shown to “honor” the employed. The low was 12 degrees. The guard, Jose, gleefully refused to let us enter to grab a blanket or sweater.

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The city carefully fixed it so all buildings were closed and we walked all night. It is a criminal offense to be anywhere but the shelter. When I checked in yesterday, Jose told another homeless client, who coincidentally was within earshot, that “…he could find himself at the end of the line.” Ha ha. The implication is that our security at the shelter is subject to the whims of Security. I lost my seniority–bunks are assigned permanently if one shows by 6:30 each night–but on that uniquely cold night, SRM changed their policy and called us in sequentially, assuring that my bunk would be reassigned. There is reason to believe that there was plenty of room remaining to put all of us up if they were so inclined. As a result, my bags were under another’s bunk and I was on the floor when i came back.

Thursday afternoon, October 18, 2001. An insight: I asked Dave, tongue in cheek, if I could get a worker’s pass because I receive Social Security retirement benefits. He immediately shook his head No and turned away. They use this pass as way to disciminate against the jobless and the aged.

Andreas quit a few days later which may be related to these abuses. The powers that be may want us to think it a random result of Darwinian chance: bad luck, like not getting into the shelter on a cold night, but we know better. Factor in the nasty bitch’s efforts to get me thrown out and you have the requisite redundancy.

Sunday, October 14, 2018.

A chronically homeless client has taken to a new ejaculation: he cries “BOOM!” with concomitant violent shaking.

I lost my seniority at the shelter. The policy is to reserve a man’s cot for him until 6:30 p.m. if he signed in the previous night. Another policy they have is to give preferential treatment to men who have jobs. First in for shelter, food, showers, etc.

Is His Blood on Your Hands?

September 24, 2016

 

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God said, “A machine gun never forgets.”

 

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.  Matt. 25:40

 

Jesus is the Whey

September 6, 2016

Make the Lord your strength

Stopped in to the mission to shop around and picked up a free envelope of plnt “Meal Replacement”, plant protein from Vitamin Shoppe, conveniently located next to 24 Hour Fitness, which I joined a couple months ago, thinking it was good and healthy.  God said, “That’s actually better for you than you think.” That was enough for me.  I bought a $50 tub.

Next you know, He’s telling me to use whey protein.  “It’s better for you,” He said.  Which one?  “The best.”  Plant protein is missing some things.  So happens, 24 hour Fitness has the very thing on sale for $50, down from $106.  I bought a great big tub and he said to leave the plant protein alone.  Next month He told me to buy two tubs.  I like vanilla protein with orange Gatorade because it tastes like a Creamsicle.  And, He added, “Power Bars”.  I bit into a Power Bar and He said, “knuckle sandwich”.  Insufficient data on that.

Two years ago, it was ginkgo biloba.  He told me “You need to take eight to ten tablets a day,” which I am still doing.  He said Ginkgold is “good as gold”.

Next again, it’s that I’m on a treadmill.  Am I to “connect the dots”?  Am I to use the gym for more than bubblebaths in the jacuzzi?

Little Miss Muffett
sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
and sat down beside her.
She beat. his. ass.