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.

Pursecution

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 pipl.com 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.
ARREST THIS

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 ….

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Turning wine into water

Being, as I am, from the main office, my job is to write people up.  Jesus told me when I was working at Manna, an erstwhile ministry of the Lord of Glory, back in 2007, “Report back to me.”  That’s my job.  I report to Jesus Christ personally.

14 So [Jacob] said to [Joseph], “Go and see if all is well with your brothers and with the flocks, and bring word back to me.” (Gen 37 NIV)

23 On their release, Peter and John went back to their own people and reported all that the chief priests and the elders had said to them. (Acts 4 NIV)

And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it. (Psalm 41:6)

Jesus told us to love our enemies and hate our families, and Joab son of Zeruiah accused David of loving those who hate him and hating those who love him.  The Lord said he lost his head.  I don’t always have all the answers.  I wish I did, but I don’t.  It’s that simple.

Many call the gothic-style little church where they go by the book, and I don’t mean the Bible, a cult, but the Lord calls it a “sect”.  I went there on a recent Sunday night for a biweekly homeless clusterfeed and saw a new cooler against the wall.  I removed a bottle of water.  The seal was broken, but I assumed I must have opened it myself and drank it down.  A week later, another hot summer day, I took out a bottle of fruit juice and it was full of water.  So was the Coke bottle.  Upon inspection, I noticed that all the seals were broken.  Obviously they were taking empty bottles out of the garbage and filling them with tap water, let us hope, and cooling them and blessing them to us.  One wag nailed it: “Holy Shit!”  Sure, whoever drinks this water will thirst again, but do Jimmy Gilpin or Brenda or pastor Jerry Kintz or the other sadie-ists so imbibe?  Had they turned the water into wine, that would be one thing, but Jimmy made an angry announcement during dinner that no alcohol would be tolerated on the premises.

Jimmy stole my obituary for Mike McCartney.  Ran right upstairs with it and came down without it. God told me, “Never trust a thief!”  After Jimmy, always bragging about some considerable authority he thought he had, threw me out of Pastor Doug Anderson’s church in the rain one night, and God threw them out in turn, he moved in with the Lord of Glory and has been there ever since.  Hmmm.

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Doug Anderson’s Restoring Hope Church…or what’s left of it.

Jesus told me to Stand up to Jim Jones”; this may qualify as such; the Lord told me I was in peril from false brethren there, like Paul (2 Cor 11:26). The first words Kintz spoke to me were on the telephone when he threw me out of the church, stealing what I had, and onto the street.  He said, “Who’s in authority here?”  “Jesus Christ.”  “Don’t give me that!”  I drove the truck early every morning collecting donations for the Manna Ministries food pantry (now defunct).  The Lord told me, “The first truck there gets the garbage,” so I knew I was running the right race.  Before they stole what I had and threw me out on the street with nothing, I told someone about the many opportunities for fraud in their supply system.  The problem was quickly eliminated.  But my most egregious offense was still festering under the surface: I had insisted on attending my mother’s funeral rather than marking bread.

I got in the long, slow, hot food line which went across the parking lot and through the small, stuffy, crowded dining room to get a coveted hot dog.  Lurch said it was OK because they wash the bottles.  I asked him, “You’re an eyewitness to that?”  For once, he was speechless.  Off-ramp rebuked me.  Jesus told me, Rebuked by sinners, which is a commonplace occurrence for me.  A fellow traveler said it was OK and we should be thankful for what we get, but the Bible says we are not to thank a servant for doing what he is told, how much less for doing it wrong?

“Suppose one of you has a servant plowing or looking after the sheep. Will he say to the servant when he comes in from the field, ‘Come along now and sit down to eat’? Won’t he rather say, ‘Prepare my supper, get yourself ready and wait on me while I eat and drink; after that you may eat and drink’? Will he thank the servant because he did what he was told to do? 10 So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.’” (Luke 17 NIV)

I said I found it problematic.  I have already written about the tainted oatmeal (click here) and that some who went to the church for a hot breakfast on a cold winter morning didn’t eat it and I couldn’t understand why, until Jesus revealed to me that “It’s in the oatmeal.”  But what was in the oatmeal exactly?

I have written about my dream about Pastor Chris Taylor’s father.  He was asking for his son who had disappeared.  Soon thereafter, Chris left the church.  I don’t know why.

On Sunday, March 18, 2012, I went into the sanctuary for the worship music and Jesus said, “Shut it down.”

On Sunday, July 15, 2012, I saw this message posted on the wall by the pastor’s daughter:

The Lord is saying:  My anger rests on people in this house.  My Spirit is not striving with you any longer.  The manipulation in this house ends today.  Behold, My winnowing hand.  Behold, the tares are on the threshing floor.  Church, your eyes have not seen, your ears have not heard, nor have you allowed your hearts to understand.  My repentance is a gift but My kindness towards many is over.  You will  be exposed and your heart it witnesses against you.  The time for repentance is here, One more chance.  One more opportunity, for My Son will not be trampled again.

My little flock, who has been faithful, stand firm for My Kingdom is yours. Your hearts are soft and your love is pure.  You are the lovers of My soul and I delight in you.

Carrie Kintz, June 6th 2012*

On Sunday, November 18, 2012, I had a vision of a brat in a bun and I was putting on condiments and finally a line of ketchup and the Lord said, “The calm before the storm.”  And now, “The icing on the cake.”  Hotdogs, 4 oz of juice and a big piece of let-them-eat cake is the default meal.  You had to see it: the fill line dropped each week in the little paper cups, lower, lower, and lower.  They say you can’t go hungry in Sodom, but you may have chronic malnutrition.  “The calm before the storm” is the same thing I said to Jazz before he was exposed as a sex pervert and fired from the Salvation Army Robert J. Montgomery New Hope Shelter from the homeless.  Lord of Glory ministries is housed about two blocks from the new Restoring Hope Church location which was destroyed by fire the day before their grand opening.  I told them I would return the favor as Jesus Christ lives.

Jan 1 2014, I was sitting in the sanctuary at Lord of Glory and the Lord said, “They have so many back doors on this place it isn’t funny.” Twelve words.

*5-10-2013 note: June 6, 2012 was when the freak 100-year storm flooded my camp.