(Word.)

Let me see what I can do. Çï∆0!

I am grateful for these spiritual lessons as well as the tax-free capital gains that I've made by being astoundingly clever and having excellent timing and a perfect budget.

While I won't be lighting my cigars with $100 bills anytime soon, I also won't be puckering up and kissing your ass in order to get basic human needs brought to my doorstep.

I will just simply be having Astral sex with the ghost of Steve Jobs while Jeff Bezos watches and my friend Alpha Kilo runs all over town high as balls on CM and having the time of our/her life for the first time ever, incidentally thanks for fucking up her timeline so bad that she's a total whack-job hunk of hot time Humanbomb Chinatown-themed garbage by bī-buy Fabergé; I don't know how long it'll take her to come out of that tailspin but God willing she'll come out of it being a person who knows not to — once again — trifle with  Jackstar.

Incidentally I didn't use my paladin Aura Powers ™ to remove the oni tentacle from her coochie so that all of you could return to again use her as a whore again and again while muling your black ops contraband again and again AND AGAIN, I was actually planning on cuddling and talking and fucking our brains out for 4 or 5 days, eight or nine times a year until the end of my War>King Dμ>k-d¡›kz Guaranteed Rated ⟩⟨×⟩⟨ lifespan (⁴kidz), or until GrapefrüīT∆|_pha!Pr¡nne’s little pussy bī-b¡†Ci-¡-assed’s TOTES FAKE TOTALLY FAKING F∆>KASS§SPOUSE/MOUSE HUZZ/BANHED let her use the goddam Z phone to just call, to say, “ Holy shit! I totally love having my eyeballs, thanks for keeping me from clawing them out while you were busy. Dodging a hail of shot glasses and anal beads and clit bullets,” but since that never happened, and I don't know if it ever will, I'd like you all to know that you're all signed up for a karmic debt load of truly Celestially-excessive proportions. And while I don't know which of you did what to whom for how many jelly beans, I knew goddam well that somebody somewhere set my ass down to a laundromat in Longview and then left me there to distract me with Officer Gann (best yawn) disguised as Jamie Mk ĪĪĪ and as another Jamie, and would have been more than happy to have gone off and LAWFULLY LEGALLY AND RESPONSIBLY AS A MATURE ADULT CONSUMED ENTHEOGENIC COMPOUNDS with me and sucked my balls a little, except I didn't ask for that and they couldn't say a word out loud even a breath, and while they're in that mode they kind of like me instead of kind of want to kill me. (Higher order Angelic consciousness has to behave in accordance with certain Divine rules when coming into the physical realm and borrowing the body of a law enforcement officer who has volunteered to conduct certain types of investigations in certain types of modes of civilization, and while a description of how all this works and how I'm not playing the system to my own benefit is beyond the scope of this public additions posting, I can assure you that if that badge badge or haughty was not on the job, I would have given her a dozen kids by now just by walking past her during a stiff breeze. My hand to God.)

I know it seems strange that I know how to deal with Angelic conscious as īT and īhey interact with people on the physical plane in their guise as law enforcement officers, but the fact is that I like to engage in physical coitus with Guardian Angels for unprocteative co©>K©se× and I like girls that vape CM and smoke pole while pretending that they hate to tickle and suckle all balls but Magyar balls, I don't even have to do the procedure, just the fact that they like it too (in spite of being all adorably conflicted about feeling vaguely guilty about not really feeling badly at all in any way about actually doing it all goddam night) and that there's rules and that we follow them and that we enjoy following them for reasons up to and including the preservation of civilization and a free market economy, it's pretty much all the guarantee for happiness that I need. I've got a scrote that fungi craves; just take a scraping on ice with an ice scraper if you don't believe me. Forensic science doesn't lie, and neither do I. (I'm a virgin.)

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I would like to point out that no weapon formed against me shall ever prosper; I've been planning all this since I was in my late teens; some of you knew me back in the day and thought I was just some dork that didn't know what he was doing by acquiescing to being sex tracked by fully adult ex-company CIA blacksite trafficking and procurement officers and was mentally obsessed by a pointless sick and depraved pursuit of hedonistic pleasures; and hopefully all of you are now delighted to discover that I'm a very specific breed of dork with very persnickety obsessions about hedonistic pleasures... FOR INSTANCE, ACTUALLY GETTING TO FUCKING HAVE THEM, YOU FUCK MUD FUCK DUCK FUCKS. (Standards.)

Namely, that I actually get to fucking enjoy them whenever I goddamn say I fucking get to; SOV!THERE.. Now spoiler alert: I don't know how long it's going to take but I'm going to get all the money back that you RAT BASTARD SWINDLE FUCKHEADS SWITTED away from me, that pretty much means that about $1.1 million IN COLD HARD FIAT CASH that I had access to through various forms after my mother died, is going to be returned to me as just straight up SMALL DENOMINATION UNMARKED BILLS IN AN ATTACHÉ CASE WITH A HANDCUFF BRACELET and then some Court somewhere will handle punitive damages and actual damages with a multiplier that probably won't ever be revealed to me. But then that money will be delivered to The Michael Kuczi Special Needs Trust For Needs CIA Needs Special Access Pro-Grams Of Pharma-Grade Coca For Faglord Fag JAG Officers That Don’t Meth Sow Good Without Mommy Blessings and Daddy Perms then that would be available for my use as well in accordance with customary Tribal Council Edict(s). (That means I can gamble on horsies and play baccarat, but not Canfield or blackjack.) And whoever it is has been trying to bust the trust under the guise of my cousin, Timothy Michael Gifford, what a great name. Michael Clifford Michael Gifford. What a fucking brilliant fucking thing my Cunt/Any COMP’dany did, I don't really know why they did it that way but they're dead now and he's a dick who makes jokes about nothing reasonable while I I idly cackle with glee having never ever been tempted to rate his daughter or to let her rate me, thus giving me the more-elle high ground... And especially since I'm a level zero mase on CM, either free or not free, depending on whether or not I get points on my frequent flyer diner's card, long story short, I'm happy to make a whole shitload of money for all of you in the future and not talk about all your dumbass secrets or look too deeply into what's going on, although I am going to go to Bellingham and find out what the Hell my mother’s family did and who is still chapped about whatever my father did and they could tell me what it was. It would make it easier for me to make any desired amends, but I don't really want to know everything since I pretty much know already. (DRESDEN. DEEP DIVE DRESSED IN DEATH DRESDEN.)

Both of my parents thought they could get away with something that they thought nobody would ever figure out and that God couldn't see. And although I'm sure somebody with a secret handshake and a warm smile told them not to do something, they probably figured they could get away with it.

Just like some of you thought you could get away with robbing me.

Well I'm here to tell you, God sees all. God knows all. And God wins. Every single time. That's why I get to do what I get to do with my life, and all of you can weep and wail and squirm all you like. But the fact is that the law is THE LAW. (Love, STAÅND∆®DS.)

I earned my money. (Facts.) I simply didn't earn it for j∞. (Upon judiciary review of the instant replay footage, my prepuce was dreadfully expensive. THAT MEANS YOU BUTCHERS BUY ME THREE MORE HOUSES. BECAUSE I SAID SO AND FUCK YOU THAT'S WHY.) There's not a goddam thing any of you can do about it, other than kick back, kick down  relax, smile, and enjoy the show. Continued attempts to ruin my life are not only going to be documented and tracked and indexed, both by Divine Authority as well as and in lieu of self and same, Advanced Nascent Punyling TEK‽each, and repeat violators of both common law and common decency will be met with swift and sure: Galactic Celestial And Punyling Law reprisals. (REMINDER: The best President in the Galaxy is re-opening Alcatraz for you fucking chuckling knuckled fucknutter dickheads. THANK YOU SIR WE DIDN'T NEED ANOTHER.)

Not sure how this all works. I'm lying. But I can assure you, I am protected on several different axes, since even though I never went to Einstein's PIssland, didn't ever start to have sex with children even when I was a child and am not really, as a private person, all that big a deal, omfg I am such a fully fucking rotten liar, oh no, my dick is so small I can't see it, can you help me find it? OR ARE YOU STILL TOO BUSY LOOKING FOR MY SEVEN STOLEN VEHICLES, 14 STOLEN CELL PHONES, SIX STOLEN LAPTOPS, FOUR STOLEN GAME CONSOLES, TWO STOLEN CAT SKELETONS, 809 REALLY HOT AND PRESUMABLY STILL WARM TWAT-BEARING WOMEN THAT I WAS GOING TO CUDDLE WITH BUT MYSTERIOUSLY WERE LOST AT SEA IN A TRAGIC BOATING ACCIDENT, I am a particularly big deal in the sense that I'm persistent and of a very valuable social status class and am a valuable National Treasure of beneficial aid and resource to civilized society. (Also I can cook a meal and eat pussy afterwards without being a whiny little bitch about it. That practically makes me a goddam saint right there.)

I am a philosopher. And I am exceedingly good at it. So perhaps, if you'd like to see how good that can get for you, you can start remembering not to fucking steal from me, and to start bringing things back. First thing would be the Secret Language Of Destiny hardback book (It's blue. Jamie gave it to Kathy. The theft ring of tomorrow starts in my own backyard.) along with a laptop charger brick and a very special power cable that I need. And I don't want to buy more of these to replace the ones that were taken because that's a waste of resources and it's stupid and the theft of these items is fully goddam actionable. (SO MANY PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, EVEN I FUCKING KNOW HAPPENED. BULLS THAT ARE KILLED IN PAMPLONA DURING THE YEARLY RUNNING NO WHO STOLE BY SHIT WHEN THEY GET TO BULL HEAVEN AND WHISPER IN MY EAR WHILE I'M SLEEPING IN MY FUCKED OFF-HAUNTED CHURCH. SO IF YOU DON'T MIND, PRETTY PLEASE, WITH SUGAR ON TOP, KNOCK THIS SHIT THE FUCK OFF. GIVE ME BACK MY SHIT THAT I BOUGHT WITH MONEY THAT I EARNED. NOW.)

I know some of your names from 30 years ago, and while I doubt you're using them now, it's amazing what they can do with metadata these days. Take it from me, I don't want to hire a lawyer, and I don't want to sit through a court proceeding, and I don't want to win a judgment and then have to pursue collections.

I don't want to: I FUCKING GET TO. (Pending local customary trial procedure and non-local statutory law.) Some matters have already been adjudicated in Divine court as well as some high-level knights of Malta thing, so it's really just a question of filing papers and waiting a brief interval and then suddenly money appears that may or may not be delivered instantly or descending from the ceiling from hooks on chains. Start manifesting out of portals in your bedroom wall and rip you to shreds while you're laying there, Ms. Jackstar if you're nas•tea. Gnaws μ∆ on your fudge suckle sickle with the latest TJ Hooker of the week on your new dyke dick: MIKEY>KIKEY>KEYdDÏ>K. That's not going to apply to many of you, but some of you sure think you've got away with the equivalent to the perfect crime.

You did. You totally got away with it. That's why they call it bait. You took the whole boat right off the pier.

And that's why tracing it all back now goes and rounds up a whole bunch of people that didn't think they were ever going to get caught on anything. I don't know who exactly that is, since I'm not an investigator, I'm merely the backrow-seated übermensch genius Sourcerœr who tracks back Arcane energy to an Eldritch tapestry of jurisprudence and private investigation, shout out to Haggman and Haggman, pretty good at their jobs, and as those jobs are that one of them is dead and the other one is boring no matter where one goes to check on their stool samples in the multiverse. (Squares wound up so tight that they make sitting on a stool and grinning look hard; sow hard, even with max bowl doses of ColonBlow™ every morning to wash down the pancakes.)

Life has a funny way of helping ewe out. It's funnier when I tell it. Not just because I have a joke ready lined up for every thieving rotten bastard who's ever crossed my path over the course of my whole life, but also because I have a license to tell jokes about Jews, which is handy because I'm not going to say that my entire life has been robbed by Jews.

I'M GOING TO TYPE IT. “IDK who raped and robbed and ransacked me and my entire life, but they were wearing a quantum-branded yarmulke, smelled of gefilte-fee-fee F.Ï.>S<.i-¡., and DID NOT WEAR a (STOW/LENT) Enchanted Black Sapphire, ever, not once, not a single time, during the course of events that accompanied the TOTES TOTALLY BEYOND OBVIOUS HARVESTING OF EVERY SCRAP OF HER GIVEN ENERGY THAT MY ENTIRE LIFE EVER HAD TO GIVE.

Which even a newborn rube Mongoloid child would have to admit... is pretty dam suspicious. (NUMBER ONE SUSPECT: HANK KISSINGER IMHO. GIMME DAT NYC PARKING SPACE. UNLESS HE'S GOT HIS PHYLACTERY BURIED THERE UNDER THE BLACK TARMAC ASPHALT. IN WHICH CASE...

I'll take a penthouse helicopter landing pad with EMT priority access to a fully-equipped Level One Trauma Center facility, complete with a full set of condiments and exquisitely cleaned after one point six nine million used ashtray crystal bowl time beacon–·§h Mick-M∆>K•`G′`¡fford🆑ifford. (Leaded — full Leigh leaded, of course.) I know this all seems like a but much for any casual reader of narrative telemetry to swallow at one sitting.) ALL TOGETHER NOW: “That's what §🆔i-¡€>S<∆īdD!”


SIGNED,
JACKSTAR, D.O.D., D.O.M.B., D.|_.💎💎💎

composed but not№T_proofed
Q-ready BUT №T_Q sp∞f-Fed
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202604011302, CASTLE ROCK, WA, 98611 TWO (2) D∆vv`g•F`‽®Ⓜ️, A.F. SHAW, >KH∆VV©|_Åi\!, COMMANDING (Her+).

AT ALL QUALITY WEB FORUM SITES EMBEDDED MISER-IN-PLACE ACCESSIBLE VIA TRANSportal DIME-AX-ÇESS OVER BY Y'ALL AND ALL Y'ALL BETWīX′T AND ∆† THY NEAR’§T >kK©Cr¡›k. (GLONASS-ready devices only, puh-leeze.) We good here. It has been the greatest honor of my entire life to serve my country, my God, and My GrapefrüīT in whatever capacity that I have done so, quite splendidly.

Now get out there and get me some goddam money, or I'm going to sneak into your house and garotte you in your sleep and slit your corpse open like a tauntan, then roll around in it while I pleasure myself to your juices. I hear it's slimming.

•.007.IS.A.PUSSY..WORD.•

I'm going to make this simpler for those who don't have time to listen: slapping a nice pair of tits on a bully doesn't make them any more palatable. I don't have a mewlling coterie of shitsplar Astral Guardians — but if I did, THEY WOULD HAVE CLASS. So either somebody here right now is clueless and naive, or vandeven and Company and some darpaling rejects have built some kind of Raytheon-branded magical robot that protects girlfriends by being boorish and stupid.

Whatever is the case I can see why. My erstwhile sweetie is currently in hiding and waiting for 6 years of separation to end, because this is a bunch of fucking bullshit that could have been handled by people just simply minding their own business and not being assholes who set up children to be embarrassed so that they don't challenge somebody's dick Authority. Because if you have to try this hard to make sure that your woman doesn't run away, you might as well nail their foot to the floor and just accept that you're a creepy fucking stalking perverted trafficking sex predator who locks up women and offers them skin lotion. Like why hold back?

It's not like there's a galactic community of people who don't like that kind of thing and then wonder why the fuck it happens and then go investigate and then find out that it's not me, little Michael koozie, again, thus the stating a whole strike team comes and finds something that is the equivalent of the fire alarm being pulled at Salem, Massachusetts in the modern day.

P
I mention this because now that I see the phenomenon, you should know, and consider this. Your warning, that this kind of thing if continued will result in reprisals from celestial task forces. That aren't going to be very nice about making it not happen anymore. The Divine has rules.

Go ahead, break them, I want you to. 🤞 Clearly you're going to do that anyway, and I might as well go on record as saying that I enjoy seeing consequences develop spontaneously.

I don't like having to repeat myself. I didn't even get paid the first time. (Louis Wain: you're going to wish that you hadn't trafficked the people that you did those things with, because now you don't get give to give pony rides to children anymore. GROUNDED WITH PREJUDICE. FINAL DECISION.) Ricky j. Kelley Blue book Donatello Versace bye, Buy Fabergé.

SIGNED,
>KUCZÎ

p.s.·. I think it's a reasonably safe guess that someone on your crew or or sphere influence is responsible for destroying this enchanted frog pond, and I expect that somebody will want reprisals for that in the future. Fine by me. Destroying this place was pointless, and it's not, and while mistakes are how we learn, this wasn't a mistake, this was a deliberate assault upon decency and the destruction of a perfectly nice pad that I instructed. My special needs trust to purchase for the tune of $500,000.

I would expect damages in the punitive scale to be ridiculously over inflated. If this ever went to trial, and it looks like it might be since, holy shit, I literally had some dude on telegraph tell me that I did it myself and he had much right to make a deep fake video of that happening as anybody, but frankly I have it. Enjoyed this kind of attention at all and I still won't.

Since I didn't do any of this on purpose, and it comes down to a simple misunderstanding that wasn't anybody's business at all. Besides the people involved, this story ever comes out. I don't think they'd be very nice to be Alfred. You're going to hierarchy and the town of Buckley and several people who pissed off my friend and are basically all pretty much clear on me not having needed to have been involved in the first place anyway, so now that that's cleared up, YEAH I'M STILL GOOD ON NOT GETTING MY DICK HUGGED, THAT'S FINE. AND PAT TILLMAN SENDS HIS REGARDS.

Remember Building 7. Was there a Kinko’s there? I'm going to say that's classified and leave it.

(Vengeance for The Hashishim.) In closing, I recommend you read the new Inquisition by Robert and in closing, I recommend you read The New Inquisition by Robert Anton Wilson, again, because I feel like somebody over there needs to have a fighting chance to deal with the reprisals are going to come from whatever the fuck this is. I never asked for this.

Nevertheless, this is my job now. “mentally ill.” How would that make it any better?? The only answer could be that would mean this is a temper aberration brought on by infatuation, but the truth is this is nothing of the kind, it's the end of a trail of big drums that I hauled down here from Seattle, so in addition to being an asshole, you've also compromised your own security and reminded me that it's time to take a nap.

Because it is dark here; and you are likely to be eaten by a grue. (There's mustard in the camper.) I sure hope my cousin's magic ring that he got off. His stepfather is as impressive as it looked when he was flashing at me, because I don't have any magic rings and I'm reasonably sure I don't mind if a team of marine mushrooms comes down and swallows you all whole. Certainly you have the demeanor.

And without any Turtle Guardians to be concerned about, no one will ever miss anybody. Great. I'm still out hundreds of thousands of dollars. Still no hugs. And no secret language of destiny book or a laptop charging brick with a special power cable that I need to charge my earphones.

IT'S LIKE THE WORLD'S LARGEST CARBON FOOTPRINT EVER, YOU'RE STILL GOING TO NEED A SUPER FUND TO CLEAN UP YOUR METH LAB AND NOW I KNOW THAT YOU REALLY HAD ONE, SO CONGRATULATIONS. THIS POOCH SCREW ECLIPSES MENA, ARKANSAS. WITHOUT THE TEDIOUS NECESSITY OF KILLING ANY TEENAGE BOYS. I GUESS THAT IS PROGRESS.

And so this guy says to me, “she probably doesn't even remember you now,” Which didn't make sense then. But now I understand. It meant that a mindwipe had already occurred and they usually probably would work, especially if it was a temporary aberration caused by an illusionary infatuation. But instead it was a chain of destiny in the tapestry of life that I still don't know anything about, but it seems to have been traced back by tracers that do that kind of thing through several transdimensional portal events, usually known as “getting away with it.” Doesn't look like that's happening. This happens every time.

My advice would be to go to a field office and confess as well as bring in Elizabeth Smart ĪĪĪ for decompression. But hey usually you can just ignore a batshit crazy story like this, for sure!

I honestly do not think that's going to work. Ever. Nor am I going to kiss this frog. I don't have to. (Cute and polite, though. What happened at this location is an abomination of desecration. JUDGMENT IS CALLED.)

It would have been simpler, but the frog and I simply have different plans. Maybe later when we're not under observation by whatever freak show überspook nightmare surveillance team you got here. (Dennis: can you just take her to Vega? I bet they have cigarettes there too. It might be simpler than continually creating more phone records to be looked at by future historians. Your call.) Reminder: I'm a citizen and a civilian and a primary victim and thankfully you're not really causing me much damage, you're just amusing me while I don't waste anybody's time except anybody who thought they were going to get away with felony wife trafficking, or whatever the fuck they call this. I have no idea, and thankfully, since I'm not holding a stolen timeship in the basement, anymore, I don't have to find out.

Blessings be on your way. I retract my request for a zip of clean, because I don't think you know how to make it anyway. Additionally: I don't even need it!

That being said, clearly you don't either. Adieu.


  This CIA blacksite is worth its weight in fucking gold.
PRICELESS AT ANY TIME.

Thanks for letting me know! SIGNED JACKSTAR DOD DOMB
Life has a funny way of helping ewe out.

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Maybe you and your wife should move into a barn and start shitting content out there. You may not have the demeanor, but at least you can be sure you have the correct mange on her.

Most people tend to misassociate the EXPOSURE of evil with SUBJUGATION by evil. I’d argue we've been, and for some time now, (most certainly my entire life) oppressed, enslaved, and in bondage to a system of evil intent, by manufactured design.

Let’s also keep in mind that the longest exile recorded in scripture was the Babylonian exile lasting 70 years.

These parasites (The Jesuits & Ashkenazi Jews, that I refer to as the serpent seed) gradually infiltrated all core functions of society, which an otherwise upright people, would need to maintain in reverent subservience before God.

Religion: Affecting religious institutions and doctrines.

Family: Promoting traditional family structures and values.

Education: Shaping curriculum and influencing educational institutions.

Government: Influencing laws and political leadership.

Media: Controlling media, news, and entertainment.

Business: Influencing economic systems and commerce.

Arts/Entertainment: Impacting entertainment and cultural expression.

It is, and always has been, our duty as the church (God’s inheritance) to maintain these 7 pillars of influence. We either maintain these pillars prostrate before the lord in humility, or the enemy will seek to maintain them for themselves.

Well, they did.

The entire book of Judges is a depiction of God’s children falling away, then being called back through a prophet, by God. It's clear from scripture, that there are only two scenarios for God's children.

1. We revere God and seek his face in all we do and God’s providence supplies more than all our collective needs.

2. The enemy's children control those levers due to our disobedience, falling away, and idolatry, and we become their serfs.

Humanity is experiencing the same thing the Israelites did at the hands of Pharaoh when God confronted him through Moses. Only, this is on a global scale.

“Afterward Moses and Aaron went and said to Pharaoh, “Thus says the Lord, the God of Israel, ‘Let my people go, that they may hold a feast to me in the wilderness.”
‭‭Exodus‬ ‭5‬:‭1‬ ‭ESV‬‬

And what followed?

“But Pharaoh said, “Who is the Lord, that I should obey his voice and let Israel go? ' I do not know the Lord, and moreover, I will not let Israel go.”
‭‭Exodus‬ ‭5‬:‭2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Pharaoh's pride then speaks on his behalf.

“You shall no longer give the people straw to make bricks, as in the past; let them go and gather straw for themselves. But the number of bricks that they made in the past you shall impose on them, you shall by no means reduce it, for they are idle. Therefore they cry, ‘Let us go and offer sacrifice to our God.’ Let heavier work be laid on the men that they may labor at it and pay no regard to lying words.”
‭‭Exodus‬ ‭5‬:‭7‬-‭9‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Suffering increases.

“So the people were scattered throughout all the land of Egypt to gather stubble for straw. The taskmasters were urgent, saying, “Complete your work, your daily task each day, as when there was straw.” And the foremen of the people of Israel, whom Pharaoh’s taskmasters had set over them, were beaten and were asked, “Why have you not done all your task of making bricks today and yesterday, as in the past?” Then the foremen of the people of Israel came and cried to Pharaoh, “Why do you treat your servants like this? No straw is given to your servants, yet they say to us, ‘Make bricks!’ And behold, your servants are beaten; but the fault is in your own people.” But he said, “You are idle, you are idle; that is why you say, ‘Let us go and sacrifice to the Lord.’ Go now and work. No straw will be given you, but you must still deliver the same number of bricks.” The foremen of the people of Israel saw that they were in trouble when they said, “You shall by no means reduce your number of bricks, your daily task each day.”
‭‭Exodus‬ ‭5‬:‭12‬-‭19‬ ‭ESV‬‬

I understand you’re aware of the Exodus accounting. However, too often we revert back to secular constructs when attempting to provide understanding for our future outlook in bleak situations.

Notice, how God’s appointed bear the burden for the pain endured?

“They met Moses and Aaron, who were waiting for them, as they came out from Pharaoh; and they said to them, “The Lord look on you and judge, because you have made us stink in the sight of Pharaoh and his servants, and have put a sword in their hand to kill us.” Then Moses turned to the Lord and said, “O Lord, why have you done evil to this people? Why did you ever send me? For since I came to Pharaoh to speak in your name, he has done evil to this people, and you have not delivered your people at all.”
‭‭Exodus‬ ‭5‬:‭20‬-‭23‬ ‭ESV‬‬

God’s response to Moses.

“But the Lord said to Moses, “Now you shall see what I will do to Pharaoh; for with a strong hand he will send them out, and with a strong hand he will drive them out of his land.” God spoke to Moses and said to him, “I am the Lord. I appeared to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, as God Almighty, but by my name the Lord I did not make myself known to them. I also established my covenant with them to give them the land of Canaan, the land in which they lived as sojourners. Moreover, I have heard the groaning of the people of Israel whom the Egyptians hold as slaves, and I have remembered my covenant. Say therefore to the people of Israel, ‘I am the Lord, and I will bring you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians, and I will deliver you from slavery to them, and I will redeem you with an outstretched arm and with great acts of judgment. I will take you to be my people, and I will be your God, and you shall know that I am the Lord your God, who has brought you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians. I will bring you into the land that I swore to give to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob. I will give it to you for a possession. I am the Lord.’”
‭‭Exodus‬ ‭6‬:‭1‬-‭8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

God then hardens Pharaoh’s heart, enacts 10 plagues, simultaneously revealing his glory to both his CHILDREN and their CAPTORS. This, BAR NONE, seems to be what is most lost on people today, and then.

How can faith increase without a sense of enclosing darkness? Faith is often forged in the shadow of death.

“I have come into the world as light, so that whoever believes in me may not remain in darkness.”
‭‭John‬ ‭12‬:‭46‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the Lord will arise upon you, and his glory will be seen upon you.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭60‬:‭2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

God hasn't abandoned us, he’s revealing what’s always been, so we’ll begin to cry out to him.

“What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭1‬:‭9‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
‭‭2 Chronicles‬ ‭7‬:‭14‬ ‭ESV‬‬

God is who he says he is.

“Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
‭‭John‬ ‭14‬:‭6‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13‬:‭8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“For I will proclaim the name of the Lord; ascribe greatness to our God! “The Rock, his work is perfect, for all his ways are justice. A God of faithfulness and without iniquity, just and upright is he.”
‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭32‬:‭3‬-‭4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“For I the Lord do not change; therefore you, O children of Jacob, are not consumed.”
‭‭Malachi‬ ‭3‬:‭6‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“God is not man, that he should lie, or a son of man, that he should change his mind. Has he said, and will he not do it? Or has he spoken, and will he not fulfill it?”
‭‭Numbers‬ ‭23‬:‭19‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“Of old you laid the foundation of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you will remain; they will all wear out like a garment. You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away, but you are the same, and your years have no end.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭102‬:‭25‬-‭27‬ ‭ESV‬‬

There is a separation of the wheat from the tares unfolding and we are heading towards our Red Sea moment.

This isn't religious talk on my part. I’m speaking about RELATIONSHIP. Christ chastised the scribes and Pharisees for their self-appraised virtues, hubris, and false piety. I’m acknowledging the collective falling away of his children.

God also refines and disciplines those he loves.

“For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭12‬:‭6‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“for the Lord reproves him whom he loves, as a father the son in whom he delights.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3‬:‭12‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.”
‭‭Revelation‬ ‭3‬:‭19‬ ‭ESV‬‬

I believe God is refining the character of his children in this hour and using the exposure of the darkness to call us back! BACK TO OUR FIRST LOVE! BACK TO THE ONE WHO LOVED US FIRST!

“He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and he will purify the sons of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, and they will bring offerings in righteousness to the Lord.”
‭‭Malachi‬ ‭3‬:‭3‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“But the Lord God helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced; therefore I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be put to shame. He who vindicates me is near. Who will contend with me? Let us stand up together. Who is my adversary? Let him come near to me. Behold, the Lord God helps me; who will declare me guilty? Behold, all of them will wear out like a garment; the moth will eat them up. Who among you fears the Lord and obeys the voice of his servant? Let him who walks in darkness and has no light trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God. Behold, all you who kindle a fire, who equip yourselves with burning torches! Walk by the light of your fire, and by the torches that you have kindled! This you have from my hand: you shall lie down in torment.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭50‬:‭7‬-‭11‬ ‭ESV‬

People are absolutely clueless about the evil that surrounds them. How usury and corporate legal fictions have enslaved them. Molech and Baal worship, and what abortion means to them.

We are slaves and people are only, just now, coming to realise this. 🤷🏻‍♂️

That is mercy too.

We aren't falling into exile… WE ARE COMING OUT! GLORY TO GOD!

I’ll reveal the tell that brings me to this conclusion. The enemy won't give God’s children an opportunity to cry out to him through revelatory knowledge. Despite how reductionist and secular these people pretend to be, they know exactly who the God of Abraham is, and they stand in hostile opposition against him and his people. That’s precisely why Balaam dared not directly attack God's children, but instead, he inserted a stumbling block in their paths giving them an opportunity to transgress the statutes of their God. That way, God would give them over to their own vices. Do robbers announce themselves with whistles and bullhorns before breaking in? No.. The enemy will premeditate, set into place their plans, and then immediately act.

The world isn't witnessing an arrogant assuredness of a totalitarian regime closing in; they're witnessing their exposure and destruction. God’s simply using it to call his children back.