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

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

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

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


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

Lonely at the top

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Cancer to the Crabs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know they would do the same for me.

Final Judgment and Glory of the Lord

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No Longer in Service

Public Restrooms

Are Located on

Both Levels of

Penrose Library

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

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

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

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

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

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

On Denying the Incarnation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did the chicken cross the road?

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

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

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

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


Sodom’s Brood

January 8, 2013

But when [John the Baptist] saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees come to his baptism, he said unto them, O generation of vipers, who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come?  Bring forth therefore fruits meet for repentance… (Matthew 3)

33 Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell? Wherefore, behold, I send unto you prophets, and wise men, and scribes: and some of them ye shall kill and crucify; and some of them shall ye scourge in your synagogues, and persecute them from city to city: That upon you may come all the righteous blood shed upon the earth, from the blood of righteous Abel unto the blood of Zacharias son of Barachias, whom ye slew between the temple and the altar.  Verily I say unto you, All these things shall come upon this generation. (Jesus Christ in Matthew 23)

12 Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived. (2 Timothy 3)

18 I will raise up for them a Prophet like you from among their brethren, and will put My words in His mouth, and He shall speak to them all that I command Him. 19 And it shall be that whoever will not hear My words, which He speaks in My name, I will require it of him.  Deuteronomy 18


The Key of David

21 Then Jesus said to [the Jews] again, “I am going away, and you will seek Me, and will die in your sin. Where I go you cannot come.”

Jesus answered [Peter], “Where I am going you cannot follow Me now, but you shall follow Me afterward.”  John 13:36

I go so far as to say that Peter’s full Hebrew name is recorded in John 13:26.  I discuss this in my YouTube video, Simon, Simon, behold Satan. 

Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” Then, dipping the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot. NIV

(Discuss vision, “You will learn to hate me.”)

This morning I got a word in the Spirit: “As you have done to me, so it will be done to you.”  Jesus said, “I cannot emphasize it enough: what you do to others, others will do to you.”  The reason the Israelites were sold into hard bondage to serve for 400 years as slaves in Egypt, when they should have been reigning over the Promised Land, was because the Patriarchs had sold Joseph into slavery in Egypt, and what they did to him had to be done to them in turn; he was a type of Christ the Redeemer.  This was precisely the zinger which cost Stephen his life in Acts, chapter 7: if you persecute the man of God it will come back on you in a big way and God is no respecter of persons.  By extension, when the Jews crucified Christ, they came under the same judgment.

“The days are coming,” declares the Lord, “when I will punish all who are circumcised only in the flesh—” (Jeremiah 9).

For you, brothers and sisters, became imitators of God’s churches in Judea, which are in Christ Jesus: You suffered from your own people the same things those churches suffered from the Jews who killed the Lord Jesus and the prophets and also drove us out. They displease God and are hostile to everyone in their effort to keep us from speaking to the Gentiles so that they may be saved. In this way they always heap up their sins to the limit. The wrath of God has come upon them at last.[b]  (1 Thess 2:14-16)

Why would Jesus appoint a devil as an apostle? put a thief in charge of the bag?  Matthew would have been a better choice for treasurer.  Judas and Judah are the same word in different languages; Jesus changed Levi’s name to Matthew and Simeon’s name to Peter, but Iscariot “was called” Judas: Jesus actually may have changed his name to Judas in order to identify him with the tribe of Judah: he was the only disciple of the twelve who was from from Judaea, the territory allotted to the tribe of Judah by Joshua.  And, ultimately, it was Judas who betrayed the Man from Heaven. Was it not the patriarch Judah who sold his brothers on selling Joseph into slavery for 20 shekels of silver?  (Gen 37:26,27)  Chapter  38 is not an afterthought; it illustrates the turmoil that came into Judah’s life because of his treachery toward his brother Joseph.  And who will sit on the throne of Judah judging the tribe of Judah?  (Luke 22:29,30 and Matthew 19:28)  For Jesus knew from the beginning who they were that believed not, and who should betray him. 


Be sure your sin will find you out

If you sin against God, God will sin against you.  Here is another example from the Bible, found in Genesis 49, when Jacob blessed his sons, the patriarchs:

“Simeon and Levi are brothers—
    their swords are weapons of violence.
 Let me not enter their council (Levitical priesthood?),
    let me not join their assembly (Temple, synagogue?),
 for they have killed men in their anger (Shechemites, Jesus Christ)
    and hamstrung oxen as they pleased.
 Cursed be their anger, so fierce,
    and their fury, so cruel!
I will scatter them in Jacob
    and disperse them in Israel.

Hundreds of years later, during the Israelites’ wandering in the wilderness, the Levites rallied to Moses and slaughtered their brothers; God then appointed them to slaughter all the animals for sacrifice to atone for the sins of the nation.  It’s a dirty job, but somebody had to do it.  Daddy can always find something for you to do around the house.

21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?  I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. (Psalm 139)

Now consider this, ye that forget God, lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver. Ps 50:22

Does Jesus love the Jews?

People fail to realize the ramifications of the covenant.

Behold, I will send for many fishers, saith the LORD, and they shall fish them; and after will I send for many hunters, and they shall hunt them from every mountain, and from every hill, and out of the holes of the rocks.  For mine eyes are upon all their ways: they are not hid from my face, neither is their iniquity hid from mine eyes. (Jeremiah 16:16, 17)

24 He put before them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to someone who sowed good seed in his field; 25 but while everybody was asleep, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and then went away. 26 So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared as well. 27 And the slaves of the householder came and said to him, ‘Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where, then, did these weeds come from?’ 28 He answered, ‘An enemy has done this.’ The slaves said to him, ‘Then do you want us to go and gather them?’ 29 But he replied, ‘No; for in gathering the weeds you would uproot the wheat along with them. 30 Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.’” (Matt 13, The Parable of the Tares)

Jesus Christ, I can say without fear of contradiction, identified with the fishers, as did his fisherman disciples: “follow me and I will make you fishers of men.”  But the hunters assure that all are accounted for.  

Wheat represents people of faith.  The tares are Christ rejectors.

There is an allegory from the middle ages about a Pied Piper who made a covenant with the citizens of a city infested with rats.  He fished all the rats out of the town, but when he came back for payment they reneged, upon which he hunted out all the children, who were never seen again.  God is not mocked.  All men everywhere are commanded in scripture to repent and believe; there are no exceptions.


Is His blood on your hands?


(Note to self)

Last summer I was sitting by the creek under Tejon street and prayed in tongues.  I prayed in the Spirit what the apostles prayed when they were looking for a replacement for Judas.  Thou, Lord, who knowest the hearts of all men, show me whom you have chosen to have a part in this ministry.  He has since shown me two people without a doubt.  In a dream, he called a man, “(his name) of the Wall Street Church.”  This morning, he confirmed that he wants two of us together.  Last week I prayed for her in the Spirit: “Please alleviate the woman’s distress and help me to help her.”  God will have to work out the details.

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

Pikes Peak Library District (8-17-12)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four Bible witnesses about homelessness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Life Church

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Yet another coincidence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet another contradiction…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fool Stamps

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear what the unjust judge says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Make me not the scorn of fools. They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. Job 30:1

The closer you come to perfection, the greater the persecution will be. –Jesus Christ
Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mrcy upon us, for we have had more than enough of contempt. Our soul has had more than enough of the scorn of those who are at ease, of the contempt of the proud. Psalm 123:3,4

Moving mountains is child’s play. The city council was debating the fate of homeless campers along the creek and God led me to say a few words. Click here. The chamber was SRO and the media were lined up along the wall with their cameras rolling and recorders calibrated. This large turnout of concerned citizens was due to the fact that council was also debating legalization of marijuana. I identified myself as an apostle of Jesus Christ and told them that God said the ill will of my neighbors was the worst he ever saw, linking them in with Sodom and Jerusalem*, and that the city would be completely and utterly destroyed because of the wickedness of those who dwell therein. I looked at the mayor and said I had two words right from the throne itself and he set his face in a mask and the camping ban ordinance was voted in 8-1. Mayor Rivera was not the dissenting vote, Tom Gallagher was. Tom is no longer a councilman having lost the next election. Council president Scott Hente expressed his fear that his house was lost in the Waldo Canyon Fire, but I will leave the interpretation, if any, to the imagination of the reader. From the least to the greatest, all have responded with the Springs Stonewall. Maybe they think I’m nuts. John 10:20.

Whenever I comment on an article at, I make it clear I am a prophet and am speaking for the Lord. But I am always unanimously condemned it seems, perhaps because I use P. D. Files for a screen name so they want to punish me for being a pedophile. They make a man an offender for a word. But as long as the police continue molesting the children of God with impunity, I will use the moniker. When I was incarcerated at the Criminal Justice Center (or, Cookie Cutter Justice) for visiting my mother, Jesus said, I don’t recognize the sheriff’s authority. Nor do I. There are too many posse-bilities. He said I was kidnapped by local regulars. They’re the enemy. They denied you your rights. What do you owe them? You don’t owe them anything. You just sit there and let them come and get you. How can you lose? Time is vengeance. They’ll be eating their own shit, won’t they?

  • When I was in 24 hour solitary lockdown in the “hole”, he said, Believe it or not, there are some things humans won’t eat.
  • When I was in 24 hour solitary lockdown in the psych ward from Christmas Eve until New Year’s Day for exercising my Fifth Amendment right to remain silent, he said, What they’re doing is against the law.
  • When I was in 24 hour solitary lockdown in administrative segregation, he said, Why are David’s glasses in your drawer?
  • When I was in isolation in the “cooler”, he said, They aren’t listening to you.
  • When I was in medical isolation, he said, I have witnesses. Every time I was arrested, they wanted to give me a TB shot; I was never at large long enough to contract it. That’s four shots in all. Consumption be done about it?
  • When I was in maximum security, where I spent most of my time, he said, Ask them to prove it.
  • When I was in general population, he said, They’re lying to you.
  • When I was face down on the floor in my birthday suit during the shakedown, he said, Happy birthday!
  • I heard a voice in the spirit: I had the audacity to think everybody in here was guilty. I replied, You are a fool.
  • When I was bound and dragged into court, he said, I can’t resist.
  • When we approached the courthouse, he said, He who believes in me will never be put to shame.
  • When my car was in impound, he told them, You need a search warrant to look in there.
  • When the police told me I would get what I wanted if I ever returned to the nursing home, he said, The beast comes in through officious procedures.
  • When the nursing home filed a restraining order, he said, Seven counts of first-degree perjury.
  • When the nursing home took me to trial for trespassing, he said, Cut them to shreds.
  • When the nursing home’s trespassing case was thrown out because I insisted on justice, he said, Can the restraining order be far behind?
  • Jesus said, All you have to do is pull the trigger. I fired off a few rounds in the spirit and he said, Where’s the other gun?
  • Jesus said, This is what I think of you, gentlemen! I heard them in the spirit: It had to be him, but how did he do it? how can we prove it? I’m in a lot of shit because of him. He also said CJC would owe me a lot of money.
  • When they gave me an apple, he said, systolic, diastolic and applestolic.

But The jury is still out. I told Judgess Karla Hansen that, as an ambassador of Jesus Christ, I have diplomatic immunity, implying that her persecution of me was an act of war against the kingdom of God. She is the one I threatened with calling my mother on Mother’s Day in a ransom-type note composed of pasted newspaper words. Talk about a hornet’s nest. In the movie The Lincoln Lawyer, defense attorney Haller must overcome difficulties in proving a defendant’s innocence. He says, The most scary client is the innocent man. All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to the judge of the quick and the dead. Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect? He said, Because you have been a companion in tribulation and bonds, I will give you the desires of your heart. Here is exhibit A: an hour after I spliced in this paragraph, I found this article featured on about a pedophile CSPD officer. (Here’s another.) Jesus said, What’s normal is weird. How weird, then, is the weird?

Jesus said, “The assassins will be assassinated.” And, “I’m throwing you to the wolves.” I was always singled out for abuse at CJC. In maximum security, or Charlie, I was placed in a cell with a convicted murderer. The man of God was given the upper bunk as usual, but I don’t think it was intended as a courtesy. I was upper bunk restricted, you might say, until I reminded the deputies that they had a policy to put older inmates in the bottom bunks; apparently they forgot. As it turned out, it gave me the high ground, in more ways than one, over my tormenter. The young punk–now this is not the same one who told me everything I wanted to know about making meth–bragged to me about how a schoolmate had insulted a girl so he beat him senseless with a bat and now he sucks his thumb and wears a diaper. He went on and on as he paced back and forth about how he was going to do this to me and he was going to do that to me. I had perfect peace, of course, as the Bible promises, but I was intrigued to see how the Lord would give me the victory. In the end, I had a vision. I ran him through with a sword. He fell to his knees in shock, which I have been told is a “death fall”, with what looked like rapture as much as shock on his face and I said, “That’s more like it, don’t you think?” Next thing you know, he was pacing back and forth rubbing his stomach. “Tummy ache?” I asked. He screwed up his face in affirmation. Pack it up! They took him out and I never saw him again.

Pedophilia was the same excuse my expulsion from First Presbyterian Church was predicated upon. They threw me out immediately after I was thrown out of the Express Inn, around Easter 2010. Maybe it’s nothing. But then, Jesus told me “there are no coincidences” and “they’re all connected; all you have to do is prove it.” He told us we would be slandered in every possible way. I challenge my enemies to prove their accusations. Everything in its time. I prayed there every day in the Upper Room. I was the only person who ever showed up who didn’t seem to have an ulterior motive. I was standing at the elevator during holy week when Peter at the pearly gate, the ad hoc security guard, jumped in front of me and told me I was not allowed to go up there because there were children on that floor! Some people don’t appear to know the difference between doing their job and doing what they’re told, but eventually they will have to earn their pay. I asked the pastor, Jim Singleton, about it later and he affirmed his concern for the children and excommunicated me from Daddy’s house. [11] “Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.” (Matthew 5:11 ESV) Jesus says, People will go to any length to make the man of God look like a fool. They threatened to have me arrested for praying in their church. I mean, where do they get this stuff? I told Peter, maybe God can find a reason to throw the pastor out of the church; he said, “You never know.” The church then split and poor Pastor Singleton resigned from the ministry and hired on with Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary where he teaches others how to be pastors just like him.

2012 – In April 2012, First Pres voted to leave the Presbyterian Church USA in favor of a new denomination, the Evangelical Covenant Order of Presbyterians (ECO).

2012 – On May 6, 2012 Graham Baird offered a candidate sermon and was called by the congregation to serve as the new Senior Pastor at First Pres. He arrived in July of 2012, and a few weeks later Jim and Sara Singleton moved on after more than seven years of faithful service and ministry at First Pres.

June 23, 2012 the Waldo Canyon Fire started.

A year later, Peter’s legs and hip were crushed under an 800 pound gate. 8 And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter (Judges 15)

	I have seen the fool taking root,
		but suddenly I cursed his dwelling.
	His children are far from safety;
		they are crushed in the gate,
		and there is no one to deliver them.

(Job 5:3-4 ESV)

Maybe he’s a pedophile–a real one. I recently told Michael (see below), “Not everybody sucks up to the government” and his automatic reply was, “Look at all the charges they brought against you!” How would he know?

While I am updating the blog, I want to point out that during Holy Week 2013, what remained of Castor Pooper’s Abundant Hope Nazarene Church was razed. Nothing left but a vacant lot, a pit in the dirt and a scooper. I was also told that the Express Inn, now a desolate ruin, is being demolished three years after I was ignominiously thrown out. I told them at the time I would ask God to look on their sins to requite.

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The late Express Inn, Gateway to Colorado Springs

The Dave and HAL show

A prophet was recently told, “The apostolic which is below you will soon be on top of you.” Back in the late ’90’s, they ganged up on me at Springs Harvest Fellowship. Jesus said, “The Harvest is going to be over; I’m out of that game.” Pastor Dutch Sheets claims to be an apostle himself. Every Tuesday at noon they had a prayer meeting. There were three of us who showed up regularly: Bruce Armstrong, who was the head of the men’s ministry and prayer, myself, and a tall, lanky stranger with little to say despite his regular attendance. Everyone else lost interest. Ominously, the stranger’s name was Hal, as in HAL 9000.

He said he was retired from the Night Vision and Electro-Optics Laboratory in Ft. Belvoir where he had worked as a physicist. Just like me! I was incredulous. What a small world. I plied him with questions about 6.1 , 6.2 and 6.5 and about the Cooler Lab project where the temperature of far infrared (FIR) detectors was being lowered. I said, “Those weapons can be used against the righteous.” He replied, “Smart weapons.” They were all lined up against me when I said, “You can’t throw me out of this church.” Bruce said, “Why not?” “Because I was never in it.” Never mind that I had attended for years before any of them arrived. The undercurrent of hostility built up and soon I was told to leave the building or I would be arrested. They always want the Romans to do their dirty work. I said, “You will know that a prophet has been among you,” and left. I took the prophetic mantle with me; it was hanging by the door. Bruce subsequently got throat cancer. The church relocated and changed its name. When the rumblings of trouble started, I read to them Luke 6:22, similar to the above in Matthew:

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)

They threw me out on Leap Day.

I started attending Crossroads Church because it was near my camp. Pastor Bob Goad. In the guest book, I listed my home church as “the church of the firstborn whose names are written in heaven.” (Heb 12:23) It didn’t take long to discern a desire among the few members to put me in my place. Perhaps my worship was too intense. One of them asked me if I had a place to stash my stuff and I said no, but he was just teasing. A missionary to Nepal and his wife were visiting and they wanted me to give them my two new pairs of size-8 Birkenstocks which my heavenly Father had blessed me with at the Springs Rescue Mission. When they discerned I was not profitable to the ministry, I was further marginalized. Then it was the personal history registration form which suddenly had to be completed and submitted by all in attendance for membership. It was optional, but no one could take part in the ministry, especially to children, unless he complied. I figured the cost of membership in the state church exceeded the benefit and left. I wonder if they still require the form as a prerequisite now that I am gone.

Memorial Health Care System has a mission statement which is crystalized in the form of a sculpture in the lobby. First thing you see upon entering the hospital is Jesus Christ nailed to the wall. A crucifix without a cross. Are they holding him up or letting him down? Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ may be equivocal to some, but many forget that he can put us on, too. As I wrote in my poem, Was the Lord Jesus Christ putting me on? The Bible calls it, “crucifying Christ afresh.” Reminds me of a word of wisdom from the Holy Spirit: Jesus didn’t pay for his cross. Memorial is owned by the city of Colorado Springs and provides indigent care. Reminded me of Dad strapped down in intensive care, fighting for his life, chest cut open, begging me to save him. Reminds me of the Scripture, how men will seek death and not find it, shall desire to die and death shall flee from them. But the real Jesus is not there; he’s on the throne and Memorial may be the biggest crisis the city has faced. They’re desperately trying to sell the hospital because of the unfunded liability for pensions, estimated recently at about a quarter billion dollars. Everybody wants the assets but nobody wants the liabilities. You mess with the man of God, the man of God will mess with you. (Correction: I think it is actually Penrose Hospital that has the statue and where dad was operated on.)

It was Holiday on Ice when I visited my mother at the Volunteers of America Laurel Manor nursing home. Not that they were glad to see me. When I walked into the dining room, the staff swarmed in to protect the vulnerable geriatrics from the dangerous criminally insane desperado. Wheelchairs twirled like bumper cars as the serenity of the victims was replaced by evacuation procedures. They had to make me look bad in order to implement their COINTELPRO strategy to criminalize me. They repeated the tactic with perjury in the courtroom, the fraudulent restraining order (FRO) and the false arrest for trespassing. The police told me if I ever came back, I would get what I wanted. [Though] hand [join] in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered. (Prov 11:21) I have often said that if we violate the New Covenant, we default to the Old. It’s the Law of Christ or the Law of Moses, which is a schoolmaster to lead us to Christ. Deuteronomy 19:19 and Proverbs 19:9 describe the punishment for those who violate the Ninth Commandment:

16 If a malicious witness takes the stand to accuse someone of a crime, 17 the two people involved in the dispute must stand in the presence of the Lord before the priests and the judges who are in office at the time. 18 The judges must make a thorough investigation, and if the witness proves to be a liar, giving false testimony against a fellow Israelite, 19 then do to the false witness as that witness intended to do to the other party. You must purge the evil from among you. 20 The rest of the people will hear of this and be afraid, and never again will such an evil thing be done among you. 21 Show no pity: life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. (Deut 19 NIV)

9 A false witness will not go unpunished,
and whoever pours out lies will perish. (Prov 19 NIV)

Michael chums around with me when his schedule permits, but he’s basically a late middle-age man of mystery. Professional rugby player in South Africa. Bush pilot. Wife in Bogotá. International raconteur. Houses in Aspen and the Broadmoor. Wealthy construction contractor. Successful commodities trader. Influential connections. Snipe hunter and soup kitchen connoisseur. We met about five years ago. We talk a lot about religion but he thinks I’m crazy because I hear from God. His gospel is a three-point sermon in beastly boilerplate: 1. John was not written by John. 2. Daniel never existed. 3. God is willing that none should perish. A nonstarter for Bible study. Yesterday, he told me I was under arrest for impersonating a human being. Today he gave me a XXL T-shirt in felony orange. The Lord said, The devil is a cheapskate. About him. When he called me a spy, I said, Satan has spies, why shouldn’t God? Ursula Major, a fat-ass, loudmouth bitch, sat down across the table. She spread her legs so I couldn’t join them and caught herself up on his email address: gmanshort@xxxxxxx. Because, he explained, he once bred German short-hair terriers. Right.

D-cubed says “Mikey” is pretentious and suffers from a brain lesion on his right temporal lobe. Mikey says D-cubed suffers from BPD. I call him “D-cubed” because he obviously suffers from acute Disorder Diagnosis Disorder. I can see him thumbing through the DSM to find that one. He would call me “Factoid” because he prefers an understanding of reality to factoids about fancy. I got him to concede that there are things which our five senses cannot detect, but he would not admit that God was one of them and insists that anyone who hears voices is delusional. He himself is not delusional; he knows God is but a figment of his imagination. But his insults are lubricated with a hearty laugh. His field of expertise is “cognitive neuroscience”, no touchy-feely clinical stuff for him. It’s hard science and sounds best if said with an air, which I am teaching him to do. I found him a nice new butterfly net at the mission. When I first met him, his favorite specimen had Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Now that the slanderer has reemerged from his studies to join me, Mikey and Bob Hale at the soup kitchen, it’s Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and schizophrenia and high-functioning and anal retentive and ADHD and frequent urination. Like Data’s evil twin in Star Trek: First Contact, his cognitive and communication subroutines have been activated. I asked him how he developed his immunity to delusional thinking; he said, “By talking to you!” Some don’t suffer from insanity; they enjoy every minute of it.

On hot summer days I sometimes doze off in the library, which is against the law, so I visit Akacia Park. There is little shade to sit and relax in Colorado Springs; people have houses for that. I sat on the planter wall by the Uncle Wilbur fountain. I turned my head back only to see a fat dumpy scold, let’s call her Marcia Garcia, 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.


Akacia Park Visitor Hub

Akacia Park is where an “artist” was selling his “art” by the fountain. The Uncle Wilbur phallic fountain is an artistic monstrosity itself; the dog runs around the pole and pisses in the tuba which sprays all over everyone. But it gives the city an excuse to panhandle for donations every year. A muslim woman dressed all in black from head to foot knelt down and bowed to the ground and prayed to it, so I guess it’s good for something. I said, Nobody would buy that art except out of pity. He must have overheard me, because he immediately attacked me. I don’t think I got your name! and so on. I sat on a bench and he sat beside me. I asked him if he were a gang stalker, because, I said, he fit the profile. Jesus says, Inferior men judge by their own standards. I never saw him again, or his so-called art, so the city owes me a debt of gratitude.

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. I camped there for a few weeks until the welcome wagon surrounded me early one morning and threw me out and I moved under the bridge. When they threw me out of Garden of the Gods one night three years earlier when I was sleeping in my car, Jesus said, It’s not too smart, throwing a hunter out of the park. I’m sure the same applies here. A busybody arrived 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. Jesus said: The unfortunate thing is that you chose to violate the man of God. In such an instance, I shall show, even a Dake Study Bible cannot cover your ass. But, some men will do anything to provoke the Almighty to wrath. He angrily warned me that he had many agents all over the place out here. I yawned and sat up and said, So does the Lord. That stumped him. He left after a moment of silence and I went back to sleep. The wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God. James 1:20

Never a penny, always ascent

This morning I sat in America the Beautiful park and ate a salad and drank some berry juice and read some scriptures. I was on a bench in a remote location at the end of a cul-de-sac. The gang stalkers started coming in with their ubiquitous U-turns. I didn’t keep track, but an old lady came in with her headlights on and parked some twenty feet away, got out with two big dogs and walked by my bench and turned around and walked back by the bench, giving the dogs a second chance to sniff me out. Not a word. A police car with a P(E)RP license plate followed her in and turned around and exited. A couple came in with two other big dogs and walked across in front of me and did a U-turn and walked back across. There were the usual bicyclists and the red truck which parked at the entrance to the road which was also followed by a police car. Another police car passed on Cimarron a hundred yards away. An unmarked police car swarmed in from the trail, across the field and out onto Cimarron. HSS security made a cameo appearance on the trail in unison with the We Fix Things truck. One pig made an exaggerated gesture as he drove by in his high-powered cruiser as if to say, “What stinks in here?” But if the wicked won’t let me wash, can I be blamed for smelling nasty? Probably three or four other vehicles came in for the turn around within a half hour period. But the biggest coincidence of all is that there are so many coincidences, especially since Jesus told me There are no coincidences. D-cubed showed up as usual to remind me again that there are government programs available to help people like me get off the street and into the asylum. I mean, system.

Take out the trash

My name is Fear of God. I am a prophet of the Most High and apostle of Jesus Christ. Think of me as a counterinsurgency specialist. I am sent to prophesy final judgment and the end of the world. We are working in tandem to selectively destroy the city. If we don’t get satisfaction, Colorado Springs is doomed. But don’t believe me. Jesus Christ said, The city will be completely and utterly destroyed because of the wickedness of those who dwell therein. Twenty percent will survive the initial explosion. Why? the ill will of my neighbors is the “worst I ever saw.” Have you seen Mike’s radiation burns lately? I have instructions to devour CSPD. Click here. [9] Only do not rebel against the LORD. And do not fear the people of the land, for they are bread for us. Their protection is removed from them, and the LORD is with us; do not fear them.” (Numbers 14:9 ESV) Let’s see how long it takes them to figure it out.

5 Let his faithful people rejoice in this honor
and sing for joy on their beds.

6 May the praise of God be in their mouths
and a double-edged sword in their hands,
7 to inflict vengeance on the nations
and punishment on the peoples,
8 to bind their kings with fetters,
their nobles with shackles of iron,
9 to carry out the sentence written against them—
this is the glory of all his faithful people.

Praise the Lord. (Psalm 149 NIV)

4 The Lord works out everything to its proper end—
even the wicked for a day of disaster. (Prov 16 NIV)

21 Evil will slay the wicked;
the foes of the righteous will be condemned.
22 The Lord will rescue his servants;
no one who takes refuge in him will be condemned. (Psalm 34 NIV)

* In Acts 4, Peter discusses the pending destruction of Jerusalem which was prophesied by Jesus and the prophets. In verse 27, he describes what happened and in verse 28, why it happened.

27 Indeed Herod and Pontius Pilate met together with the Gentiles and the people of Israel in this city to conspire against your holy servant Jesus, whom you anointed. 28 They did what your power and will had decided beforehand should happen. (Acts 4 NIV)

The story of Sodom can be found in Genesis 19.

4 Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. 5 They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them.” 6 Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him 7 and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing.” (Genesis 19 NIV)