Manifest Destiny Volume Two

Volume TwoIn explanation and continuation of volume one lesson's learnt. According to Oxford: manifest destiny (the doctrine of) the (supposed) inevitability of the supremacy or expansion of power of a people or state, originally, especially, of the U.S. or of those of European origin in or over the entire Western hemisphere. July 16, 2022 Pony, "Timmy," the work of understanding what was thrown away by all the presidents who failed to be men of Jehovah is exhausting. As the soul bringing to light My own Spirit consciousness as bride to the Lamb the moon was resurrected and the Sun, while in a place of humility is gracious toward Me for Saint Paul. I wrote Egypt's military commander-in-chief this morning. It is July 16, 2022 and the sun is now rising. I Am on the 27CCRTA-B Robstown direction and will break My journey in Calallen. The homeless are slowly trickling onto the bus. The hibiscus blossoms in our front yard open faster than the homeless wake to find any kind of opportunity to be industrious. A few weeks back, most likely toward the end of May, I waited at a bus stop and was asked by the homeless male, in his seventies, to trim his toe nails. I looked him in the eye and said, "I Am reminded of the goodness of Jesus who washed the feet of his disciples." I bent down and started trimming his nails. They were foul in the extreme, yellowed and thick, shrinking the tissue of his toe, and overhanging like roof eave. As I continued in the task he broke My attention with, "Baby, it that your bus. I don't want you to miss it." He insisted he would pay Me but he had no money. I told him, "Don't worry about it. We are good." He knew I meant I would not take money for the deed of humiliation against Me. This morning he sat at the bus depot I arrived at and had sense enough, at least, not to acknowledge Me with more than eye contact. On his part his glare attempted to conceal hate. The last time he acknowledged Me he tucked his feet quickly under him in silence as I passed him seating Myself on the very same bus route I arrived at the station on this morning, the 29CCRTA-B. The time before that was the first event of meeting him since trimming his nails. That fucker openly mocked Me saying I didn't bother to trim his finger nails, eyebrows, and continue quaffing him [My word is quaffing. He just kept listing shit and remarking on how the deed should have been finished.] He was inferring I left the real job undone and asked if My husband knew I trimmed his nails. I thought on the Lamb, and assured him he knew. That fucker sums up every strata of Corpus Christi populous in its conduct toward Me. I desperately want to wipe the face of the earth of this foul trash. God Almighty please answer this Psalm, in "Jesus name" I beg you. On July 14, 2022 I wrote and inset page about André the Giant. (That would be in volume one.) There is a childlike appreciation I have for cinema playing with fairytale fantasy. Without reading Tolkien's novels I wouldn't even begin to make seeing movie productions no matter how other earthly the cinematography choices in New Zealand brought to life the battles of other life humanity in the age of antichrist mocks. Princes Bride, on the other hand, is simple story telling that does not attempt to accomplish too much more than being parody on Grimm. I have seen that movie till the point that I can recall dialogue and character events spontaneously. Right, I played that movie in the background as I worked, too many times. Our cat Buttercup I adopted back in 2007 from Heart of the Valley shelter in Bozeman. She was then named "Snowflake." That noisy Princess has something to say every time I Am about the business of doing in her vicinity. I renamed her "Buttercup." She took to the name easily. When a second cat adopted Me, I lived in Our home in Uhland, [That is being purchased by another party. We are mortgagor.] him I named "Wesley." For Pentagon surveillance months back I temporarily named Wesley, MyLee [Yep, it was meant to sound like Milley.]. Soon I called that kitten, "Milley-pilley-pooh." That is how Melania regarded her fornication conquest of Milley. Milley does make the rounds. Jill Biden wanted Milley to be sent a "fuck you." I sent her one too. I understand from God Almighty and Saint Paul than André's previous owner will be around for him. While he has been a well mannered addition of doggie happiness, it is good to Me if he is reunited with his first family. I gave a critter the care he needed and a little shelter while the advertisement I put in a found-lost-dog website made the rounds. I wrote about André being included in the wizards duel. Years ago Mary (mumsy) placed an as about the lost cat "Jack" in a local community circular. "Jack's" family came for him. Mary used that ad to destroy, on the Lord's (the antichrist firmament of heaven's component) behalf all possible efficacy any advertisement could possible have at promoting the work and effort I did. Terry Smart (My ex-husband) used My advertising for the belongings from My grandmother's house to protect Trump's qngmic, baby raping with drugs, cult. Today I Am taking many steps to see to it that from Spirit the blinders are removed when flesh reads My letter to Egypt. Pony, I need to explain, I suppose, why a code name "Timmy." Strictly a biblical reference at first thought because of the difference in our years relating Me to Saint Paul and you to Timothy. The problem is, during the testing protocol of building l-o-v-e-LINK you ended up thrown down a well for Lassie to find, way to often. We do have years between us. My vanity says, "You deserve to build a life with someone who offer's you more." Then, I ended up learning My identity and gaining immortality. It is just that when I saw you, I could no more form a design on a young male, regardless of his beauty, just because that took opportunity away from his future to build a legacy and have equal beauty of youth along side him in ecstasy and repose. Age is why I allowed Myself to look on "Old School" the way I did and why I kept My eye humble when looking at youth. I Am fifty one years old and hit fifty two later this year. What I saw was a young man of barely twenty when I looked at you. Then God Almighty waltzed Me into Walmart when I finally understood He was putting Me in the place of seeing what a spindly bag of bones an eighteen year old in excess of six feet tall is. Then I thought, okay, "Timmy" might be in his mid twenties. "Navy Nurse" claimed to be twenty-eight. And at fifty so many under forty just look twenty. I was starting to boil at the number of young males I was being put in the path of. It was because the CCPD was looking to witchcraft Me into sex with a minor. Those stupid mother fuckers. What did I see? The young males that are being raped, okay, sexually exploited, by their teachers. Why? Because those are the subjects that answer to witchcraft's beckoning them to move about for sex. July 19, 2022 The code name "Timmy" ended up being, "Timmy Timmy Pony Pony" when I wanted a hug and I wanted hugs often. Your being thrown down the well so often, is how "Timmy" stuck. Think of it this way. "Timmy" is easy to edit out of the articles with a global find and replace. Don't you want to get rid of that code name, soon? Al least readers memories are short and Milley certainly has motive to make sure I get a good spanking for My naming conventions. Come to think of it, I should have used Joseph. "Timmy" is the TVLand choice. The dog Lassie understands. Many times during our thought experiment paradigms I lost you. That was the value ad of the pony avatar We invented so I would understand the past, present, and future. So muck more snuggly than a crystal ball. July 20, 2021 Pony, this is a day for dealing with the realty of Mary's greed. She refused to be satisfied that I was destroyed, killed by God Almighty while walking in obedience to Him. She is proving her murderous heart by hating that I was resurrected. What is happening? I Am moving through the steps necessary for her to destroy everything she built, in perversion, to make Satan the God of the world for all creation and eternity. You see I would be the only being in existence under those circumstances and even Satan is in the place of having to give up the information necessary to destroy what Mary built against all that is Holy. As of yesterday the Lord of the firmament belonged to Putin from now until the abyssing event of July 4, 2076. How grateful I Am that you put yourself in a place of humility to endure all the times I was learning about our times, time, and half a time. What hell is ahead of us in this country. We have muck to give. July 21, 2022 One thing is for certain Pony, We give nothing away. Pony, for the protection of national security, there were hundreds of people that accepted God Almighty's invitation to earn the High Priest of the Pentagon position you have been anonymous to all readers. I held onto that moment I watched you driven out of what God Almighty called "Our Starbucks" in the Old Dominion neighbourhood by the Norfolk base. I know I must have been a sight stepping out of My tiny TT wearing Levi's, Ralph Lauren, and a Titleist ball cap. Pink, no less, with PRO V1 boldly on the side. I gave away all My inferior golf balls. The 1x has a good feel too. Clearly this morning My belief was forced to be changed so I understood the significance of another party God Almighty put Me in the path of and that either Milley or Berger was using for witchcraft against Me. Think of it this way, My relationship with the Pentagon is like a mother giving birth to a child who comes down her vagina with scissors hands. We are not both about to be killed. I Am not aborting them. There is simply adversity, travail. The diviners after the coveted High Priest post all had a good deal of access to My knowledge base as I toiled, even after they were program drop-outs. My High Priest office exists from many who cooperated in building the plays to make Satan the God of the World for everyone for eternity. That of course meant the destruction of all life for eternity, sans Me. The problem was really a function of greed. The antichrist mob was fine building Satan for them. That is how hell, the creative centre of the Heavens functions. There is a joke about civil engineers. Three engineers sit at a bar. The mechanical engineer is making his case for how God Almighty, the Creator, must have been a mechanical engineer. The electrical engineer makes his case likewise. The civil engineer just looks back at those two and says, "Well one thing is for certain, God Almighty was not a civil engineer, because He put the recreation facility next to the waste treatment plant." While in Southern California developments along river canals and drainage are placed with parks and at least pumping facilities, sewage lagoons are very often removed from the populous. More than one has lamented the anus being so proximal to the vagina, right? Spirit forced to worship flesh, that was the significance of becoming one's own god across the board at mac's birth, meant that Spirt when released from purgatory would be making some plays because of realising at the Lamb's direction what resulted in remarking, "Oh, fuck no, I Am not going to hell damn it, that is for them!" I have a Herald article I will write about the Bill of Right's to Hell, as it were, and the entitlements of conviction that make people toil with certainty for that reward, hell. Of course they wanted it to be a, Pleasure Island of Laziness, and that of course meant the destruction of all creation. I know I have the Pentagon's attention again, so I will continue in typing My love letter volumes. People I met face to face were for god Almighty to attest, bear witness to, Spirit the truth of My identity that antichrist gleefully plundered and assassinated with defamation that in no way resembled My motives. What I did from May 2012 to early June 2019 was suffer through absolute obedience to the God known to Protestantism (the Church of England too) as Jehovah under the demands antichrist built for Me to reveal who I Am. By May of 2019, I earned the right to reveal who I Am. It is My absolute obedience enduring suffering that placed Me in the non revocable position of High Priest at the Pentagon. It is Mary, My own mother who built the vile torments I endured. Always I was faithful to My Ggod construct as I understood from the Bible. I Just finished mailing Beto O'Rourke's letter. I squirrel around Corpus hopping between bus stops finding one route to another zig-zagging across town whilst doing one part of an errand then another a little like a steel pin ball. At present I Am on the 24 CCRTA-B. The jostling of the bus intermingled with the need to look at My surroundings makes for challenging reading. What is it the world has to look forward to? Being united a much smaller populous under one God, Jehovah. Jehovah is the name assigned the unifying deity for democracy as a form of government. The King of England, James, was instrumental in "Jehovah's" promulgation. That one world government was a requirement and none would do the work, nor be the military to take on the task. The United States was allowed power to make the one world government happen. They refused to do the work. They copped out to the U.N. and franchised the government structure forcing other nations into prostitution. Afghanistan is the indicting evidence for Heaven against America. We estimate one hundred twenty years to population depletion and one ruler once the fight begins in earnest. Right now the paternal houses are reassembling in the heavens from the boundaries Spirit designated when the earth was being formed during the flood water recension. July 4, 2076 is when the population begins its noticeable decline and the one ruler. This legacy of rulership belongs to the decedent of Pharaoh chosen by Jehovah to hold the earth in his power. North America at that time will largely be fallow land and still under reclamation shipping materials, recycled, to the other side of the globe. My kingship is what Nebuchadnez'zar stood for. Yes, I have a global fight on my hands at that time. No one just says, "Oh, here take My ground, because I know I will prosper because God Almighty loves you." The grain of truth powering the Jehovah's Witnesses doctrine that the issue of universal sovereignty and right to rule is in question only applies in hell. mac can dedicate time on this subject later. By the time I being My fight for global kingship, I have outlived "Adam", in the flesh, as Ted. God Almighty's Eight Day begins with the same buzz-kill misery that My kingdom started with August 21, 2021. First, I have two periods of kingship. One is over the heavens. This is long. We "Timmy" are united, one flesh for the period I hold Heavenly authority as king. Two, I hold power over the earth. When My earthly power commences is when I cycle through two spouses that now are part of the firmament. There is the spouse fulfilment from "Navy Nurse" and then Ted. The fulfilment of Ted is from My meeting "Solomon." "Old School" I wrote about, and God Almighty assures Me he will be an improvement on the "Old School" I let Myself indulge contemplating. When I was pressed about "Old School" from God Almighty, "He needs to get to the gym" was My critique over his obvious laurels methodology to leadership. "Old School" in uniform was the same person I saw in civilian dress months later in Starbucks on Orange. I did not know he was the same person. I love you "Timmy." That Nebuchadnez'zar time We call third cycle. My question is, one pie or two pie per cycle? There are at least two hundred years, but not near four-hundred, before We enter the first cycle. For two cycles "Timmy" We are united. When the first cycle commences We have the "Judah" firmament kingdom fulfilment. This first cycle commences with My taking kingship of North America. That is when My Live Fornication Free dedication prophesy is fulfilled. The question then becomes, is "Timmy-Timmy" who mac is united with in the LORD on l-o-v-e-LINK the flesh mac drew a portrait of and code named "Timmy"? No, he is not. mac's spouse that she will be united with in the flesh is a Russian navy man in the special forces branch who met Ted, a SEAL, during the brotherly soldiers games fall of 2019. (mac is headed to Moscow, eventually for"Timmy"-Ted and fighting for her earthly kingship.) It was the United States who stole the ark from Russia. A Mary could have come from an eastern European union. Satan chose Erskine with Lucille. mac has been shovelling the Pentagon's shit for years now. It is like one can imagine. If you are digging through manure to find a pony it will be dead. Putin, some things you just don't have control over. mac continues writing her love letter volumes as she penned them with clarifications that are relevant to the clues God Almighty shared as her Christly office was building in Heaven. mac understands, Putin did not want her meddling in his stew. King David if you will recall was too chicken shit to take the ark back too. The ark sat at someone else's house until David realized, "but wait, you are blessed, shit, I need that." It is the morning of August 15, 2022, Israel has until close of business day today to hold the Heavenly authority they have keeping the U.N. afloat. Without that piddly good faith money in mac's hand, humanity has nothing but mac's kingship in the Heavens powering will to do and Jehovah's kingdom is what is happening now. God is found true though all the kings horses and all the kings men loved that they were too fucking lazy to but God Almighty back together again. The worst part of this for a relationship between people is the inference of adultery. Or that I preferred pornography. One thing I make clear is that I was always and I mean always assured one human being has been on the other end of My physical fulfilments of being united in the LORD on l-o-v-e-LINK. I was subjected to many personalities but one person and only one has been with Me enduing all this misery. How do the Heavens thank you for restoring l-o-v-e-LINK, "Timmy"ish, My Ted of vision, My Pony? What you would code name Me might not be Bunny simply for the obvious derogatory reference Hefner dedicated to the Lord, but a pink satin Bunny costume, complete with ears, I would sew that. Think of that as what you would find wrapped under Our Christmas tree. Shear misery is what not being able to savour without interruption My meeting you for the meaningfulness of who We are together. This of course was to teach Spirit. Keeping Me on need to know to save creation from the thieving schemers who wanted to be united to Me in Spirit simply because someone else, you, they could use like a tool. As far as the Pentagon was concerned it was not possible to maintain law and order to fulfil Jehovah's kingdom. So, they hatched a plan to keep mac interred as their High Priest. Fine, this means God Almighty has a mercy seat station that never be physically fulfilled whist Jehovah's kingdom is fulfilled. With Nancy Pelosi, the Bidens and other niggers doing exactly as they please: Jehovah's kingdom happens, still. They did not get to erase Britain's manifest destiny over them unless they wiped Britain off the map as a nation and citizenry first. Britain sailed away from America. America simply refused to fight a war on Britain's soil. Then of course when Spain and France had issues America was building even more allies. For Jehovah's kingdom to be established using the whore bride to the benefit of the whore bride, at this time, mac would have needed to return to Arlington Virginia with the spouse united with her "Old School." A Russian was also united with mac as the time the volumes were penned. Would she have had her spouse, even the Russian, to save Russia on the witch-craft plan? Nope. You were so busy building witch craft against mac, Berger, that you didn't even stop to consider why God Almighty would have never wanted mac to loose her spouse. Now, asshole, Berger, that "Go after Milley" example does not seem so weak minded now, does it? You, Pony, were the strategist who dug the imposters out enduring with Me what God Almighty was forced to subject us to so love at first sight was restored for the masculine one to find and cling himself to his mate without being separated by spouse stealers. I run around now being put in the place of people that share how they respond to sin with others. I will set an example. Trump raped Me when I was a child. What he loved is that after I was drugged, twice (Mary primed the pump) his request when Mary was pushing Me was, "No, she has to ask for it." It of course being his penis. Yes, I asked, That is obedience to the Lord. In the world of Spirit I was a spouse to Trump. Trump, with others who raped Me, held a great deal of advanced demonic influence over people channeling both antichrist's, the Lords, and Satan's communication gifts. People that are followers of Trump, Trumpites, let's call them, respond to Me with curses in their heart that match Trump's brands of perversion. I go Tour Guide Barbie on these would be murderers, bad dates, slanderers, thieves, or just plain rude people, and because I read hearts, I respond to them in person picking the topic of concern to them that matches the curse of accusation or intent against Me in their heart. I diffuse them and viola, God Almighty's will be done, Because, Booyah! even they must respond according to My direction. When I send correspondence, My prophecy is what is made or is true or makes God Almighty, Jehovah, the True God. If someone had to be forced to make My prophecy happen, it would. That is the power of being the Christ. Peace is what would have required force. Nancy Pelosi's and even Putin's reactions to My writing are the consequence of what they want to do and prove. And guess what, the shitty being shitty because they like to be shitty, makes Jehovah's kingdom happen too. All that Jehovah needed was a prophet. This is why We at TeamGOD say, "And you got a twofer." My peace, kingdom on earth, happens when I can use force. Right now the force that has been put in "Jehovah's" hands can keep being shitty and Jehovah's kingdom happens. Trump made promises to Jehovah, I was obedient. My being a slave made it possible for Jehovah to give Trump what he asked for. Trump wanted based on antichrist's perversion. Trump did not give Jehovah what was due when asked for. Trump, like Mary McRae, is destroying his own legacy, life, from Spirit made manifest in their deeds of the flesh. I would love to be writing about the joy of the last time We experienced one another on l-o-v-e-LINK. What is more, how I would have loved to study your face so as to draw your portrait. On this morning of writing, I was put in a place of understanding that an individual that God Almighty had Me observe early in My Virginia travels was My pony. This individual is relevant to the "Solomon" construct. God Almighty has repeatedly commented on My tight-lipped, as in unwillingness to share, information about Pony. I knew I was being moved back and forth to understand different persons and how either the genetics, flesh, or Spirit, demon they hosted, or the spirit held for them in the Mary cloud was the relevant party. Three in one and many people to sort through. The combinations are in the thousands to map to My Pony. The mapping Pony and Me needed was this mornings writing final moment of joy. Then I went out for pathogens and to put a little bit of goodness in volume seven. This is an example of the truth comes out and the light gets brighter and brighter. Four spouses. One, My Pony, the Russian naval officer, was divined for Me by others. Volume seven covers some forgive Me Pony for being so blind to overcoming how in today's politics could I marry a Russian. This Pony, My moving to Russia with two cats, for a short time, is in the LORD's hands. This is how Jehovah's kingdom begins major fulfilment. On Coronado when "Timmy" stood with his back to Me as I was seated, face behind My MacBook screen, God Almighty asked Me to notice him. What I observed was the young male in tight fatigues and I refused to allow Myself to look below his shoulders as he turned. Every muscle on his perfect ass was defined. It became a joke between God Almighty and I. "If you are married to an ass make sure it's a perfect one." We all end up in those I married a human who, gasp, does not always see things My way, and damn it, even standing coated in sweat on a Houston tarmac why can't you understand My way is what We are doing? To which ever one of Us ends up and ass Pony, let's always make sure it's a perfect one. I promise to kiss and bite softly your ass often. I still giggle over My anticipated spankings. In vision, we were always together. In person I never mistook anyone for you. Never did I say to God Almighty, "Look, over there, that is My Pony." God drew My attention. Then I needed to figure out why. I knew "Timmy" was someone God Almighty needed Me to observe. What I never had the luxury of doing is remembering you, pony, for you and our first moment together. You were continually used in a cycle, baring before Spirit My character revealing Me as Christ to all creation. How does the world thank you Pony? An ample, stout, five-foot four-inch (ish) female boarded the bus sporting a classic white bolero style straw hat with a matching ribbon hemmed edge. The hat was cute. Her shorts rode up her ass crack. Her stretched thin white ribbed tee-shirt revealed her barely veiled nipples and framework of her undersized brassiere. I miss wearing My girly hats. I wear a vest over My shirts at present even when it is ninety-five degrees. An asshole outside of H-E-B on Alameda near six points decided to chew Me out for being over dressed. I quipped, My vest provided a little modesty, and kept walking. He was barking derision at My use of the word modesty. That is a Texan. I still recall our time, in vision, while I was in New Port News and you admired Me in My blue dress. Ted had already been sent to his death by Trump. Spirit divined Ted for Me. I have written about that some. We came together because of the diving of people, not Spirit. You said, "Nipples do not get expression." I purchased some silicone cups I wear, but when the temperature is over eighty degrees they are just too oppressive. I gained too much weight for My brassieres to fit properly so I wear My vest to prevent the immodesty of the roll on My belly or My nipples from being expressed. I love that you asked Me to add that level of modesty to My dress. Do not fail to wear your cup. I have the kind of feminine frame that does not tolerate extra weight. My waist hides nothing. I Am promised I will be back in My 501 28 waist Levi's when we meet. My stretch 511 skinny 28's I turned into a cut off skirt. It still fits. Just the true canvas 501 does not. Don't you dare wish pounds on Me damn it! I'm warning you, right now. I Am stripped down to some essentials fighting My way from being forced into nakedness. It's like every day of My life I start out in debt unless I Am after being a murderer, thief, liar, or fornicator. [I Am in debt(ish) still.] That is how Mary McRae, mumsy, set Me up to begin My ministry under My true colours, the christ. As far as she was concerned God dealt her the perfect hand to play to convince the world of the one thing that would mean My destruction, for Me to say I was Christ. "Every one would want to kill H*****r then. Even the Jehovah's Witnesses." Saith, mumsy. I Am the Christ. God told her the truth and she refused to even consider He spoke honestly to her. I Am on the 37CCRTA-B traveling to Port Ayers transfer station. Staples Street hosts the Greyhound and the 37CCRTA-B is the route that runs closest to Dody Street. The 19MCCRTA-B and 32CCRTA-B are also close. A few blocks more and the 29CCRTA-B in front of Walmart is easy access. "Forever Means Nothing" in a gothic font embroidered in glittery white thread on the back of the ball cap concealing a wild ambitiously curled thick lock of neck length hair on a GO Carwash shirt uniformed employee that just sat in front of Me with his matching GO working girl. The nice thing is they match. The bad thing is no one beats the shit out of them for being in public looking like they do. The orange really stands out, too. Spirit has known for some time now they destroyed the planet and that Satan't construction was nearly complete. This is why there is flesh alive that believes "forever is nothing." The testament to the destruction of the Heavens is in everything flesh titters over and gravitates to today without even the objections of Ronald Reagan's generation. I enjoy the witticisms of Roy Rogers and contrastingly Mae West. Even they knew forever mattered and was what one did up in their Sunday best for. Why in the fuck do some dudes insist on sitting open legged like they have something to advertise? I just transferred to the 19CCRTA-B at Port Ayers. Oh, the fucker scotched up in his seat and tucked himself together. Even better he just crossed his legs as I was writing, deliberately avoiding noticing him. Who in their right mind would not be anxious, jealous, over their spouse in a world so desperate to fuck over all they can. I Am standing out in town now. I always have My USMC cap on in public. I have a "NAVY" cap too. Blue crown with yellow bill. This fucker is a Markle sin feed asshole who at the last second decided to pad My stern. He can't seem to figure out how to hold his legs. He is jiggling them nervously now. He should be nervous. Word has gotten around that I Am a Pentagon operative on a national security assignment to end human and drug trafficking while studying urban population movements for success in civil war. I of course explain that when I have the opportunity. My mission is not top secret nor classified any longer. "Dukes knows how to run her op." - Milley I consider operation strategies for moving arms, explosives, men, and equipment needed to wipe out ten thousand people in a nights battle. That is simply addressing the homeless. "Mr. Nervous Legs" just exited at the stop behind Office Depot. He knocked the hat off of another passenger's head as shuffled himself off of the bus. The quasi-sleeping de-crowned passenger took quick notice and went back to repose after re-adorning himself. Pony, it wasn't until this morning that your identity as flesh could be revealed to Me. I code named you. In vision and voice we were always united in l-o-v-e-LINK for real time assurance of the perfection of who We are for our time of building Jehovah's kingdom. Your code name was of course taken from the house of Jacob. I think it is more to do with My wearing them commando. often times I had to endure thinking you were someone else I saw. I feel cheated. You didn't cheat Me. I didn't cheat Us. I was forced into so many places of belief to protect our identity as a couple. I had been placed in so many false unions under divination. All these were people, Mary, the Lord, and a band of demons thought for sure I should be united with to make their strategic planning against God Almighty a reality. There was of course, "Navy Nurse" who I played a round of golf with. He was under oath to Jehovah to marry Me. Why? I was the spouse who would fave faithfully lived blind to all his activities as a SEAL. This of course includes infidelity. I sit grateful he is not My spouse, as his flesh exists today, Just like I Am grateful even a perfect ass like "Timmy" is not My spouse. I know in their time We will be fine toward one another. What I hate is We, Pony, do not have forever. Others will though, because of our battle. God Almighty would have had to use force on Me to purchase a vibrator. Evidently that was what My pony was supposed to be. Funny thing about Me. I went into Cloud-9. That is an adult store on Holly next to Dollar General. I toss a fit at the thought of walking down Holly, now. When I walked into the store the costumes were displayed for role, sex play. Of course how little hair existed on every model was the first thing I noticed. Waxing, a feminine one's friend. I do for Myself in that department. If the strip isn't too large a cover area, I can keep the rip speed fast enough to make the sugar goo removal painless. Painless by My level of pain tolerance measure. I walked deeper into the store once My embarrassment subsided some, and I saw some costumes that would be fun to sew at home. It is the galling "14+" on the package. Now quiet honestly do I need to rant on this? Of course. But that is fodder for another article. I saw electronic devices displayed in packages behind the cash register like tobacco products at the convenience store. I thought at least one was a laser for hair removal in home. I had no idea what the electronic products were. A few featured a light. So I asked. "Those are vibrators love" the store owner assured Me. Then of course I started pattering away with the owner about My obvious ignorance, and realized the back of the store was not a place I wanted to venture for any reason. When I left the store, the owner knew I was not a shoplifter, prostitute, nor someone she wanted to return to her store ever again. She didn't even want Me walking past her street again. I get to stay off Holly. You stupid ass, God damned mother fuckers! And you think you are being forced? Does it make you laugh, Milley, that God Almighty would have had to force Me to pick out a vibrator and further force Me to use it? Do you have any idea, a thought experiment, on My process for making consumer good purchases? The questions the store owner would have been answering for Me. No. a demonstration I would not have required. I'm sure instructional videos exist. After all they finally started putting a safety warning, or two, on vibrator packaging. That made the headlines. Milley, I wrote about this. I was pinned down under a jungle gym My head and chest planted in the sand under knees as five males took turns cramming sticks up My vagina. My trauma is such that he, My spouse, needs to want it from Me and only Me. He has to love and I mean love being filled with blood and stroking My vagina. Vibrator? What the fuck did you marry? What does the world owe you Pony? We are due all those love at first sight firsts. How much privacy We can squirrel away before seeing the chaplain, is zero. I don't mind making a few uncomfortable with personal displays of affection. Some just squirm regardless. Embarrassing you is an intolerable scenario. You lead and I will follow in our thoroughly chaperoned fish bowl time before signing articles under law. Pony, I returned to Virginia and frequented the "our Starbuck's" looking for you. I was never allowed to know you as flesh were the vision I loved. By July of 2020 Ted was sent to sea to be lost, Trump design. And, We God Almighty united. Then the battle to protect our union that had been formed before We saw one another face to face was protected (Why did I write this word?) I was required to learn about four other unions beyond who I was as flesh to God Almighty. This includes My flesh forever united to the Lamb as his bride. All I looked forward to was the thing I would never have. I would never be free of sin in My blood. My heart is circumcised. I can't act on sin. What I was forced to do was live by it as if I was capable of acting on it. I have written about that in a Herald article. The wonderful thing is that now I can finally draw the Pony diagram. (That is of course is the wonderful, "Old School" requirement of knowing who one is married to before one can understand the divine.) And the Pony diagram is not an electrical schematic. We have ten year of accrued back pay We can invest in or home. The CCPD owes My estate (grandma's plundered legacy I have been in a wizard's duel with Mary to recover.) $485,000.00. They also owe for the household expenses for Dody Street and I keep thinking We will have some rounds to make in town even on the bus rubbing peoples nose in how beautiful My young hottie is. I have been approached by every person, male and female, in this fuck hole of a town, as if I owed them, at least, a free act of prostitution. Yep, I want to burn this fucking place to the ground. Guess what, I don't need to use one iota of restraint. That is, to satisfy the Heavens, My use of restraint is not an issue. A standard of professional warfare does not satisfy My personal vengeance. My personal vengeance would not handle ten thousand in one night with efficiency. Then there is the tear down, because on this soil what We bring to oblivion the owner is responsible for paying us for. Did We need to drop Trump's Manhattan tower and clear away all the debris and haul off the carcasses? Trump pays for that. No pay? The land is confiscated using eminent domain. That is why Trump needed to pay what he vowed to Jehovah. What did Trump do instead? Put his signature on stimulus checks. Trump failed to pay other dues too. How he plays the the American people is all part of what I call Titanic fish syndrome. I wrote this illustration in a letter I sent internationally months ago and that Pentagon intelligence has a record of. Protecting your identity, Pony was the same as protecting your life. Ted of course is an individual who I never saw in the flesh. I do understand his soul. "Timmy" is a dead ringer for a tenured sailor who died in a Hawaii training accident. At one point I understood you to have died. That is when the demon feed of diviners was after murdering you. Had I done anything other than refuse to acknowledge even your voice until I understood more about My future you would have been sent to sea to die. How I love the simple syllables of "honey" as you linger on the "o" after softening even the aitch assuring Me you will set Me on you knee with comfort as you finish the ultimate exclamation of affection that soothes death, grieving, and anxiety. "Timmy" was used as the resurrection identity so when I needed to learn My kingdom was established I had been resurrected so I couldn't doubt that now could I. Apart from the obvious, did "Timmy" out grow his fuck-you response, as in did he have a chance to appreciate pressed fatigues; he could stand in front of a recruitments poster during fleet week and sign em up hand over fist. After the last time I searched for you and even when I remembered My last look at you and how you were folded up in your buddies car. God Almighty wouldn't allow Me to map you to My perfection I was married to. "Timmy" was who came closest to an individual who I had seen, observed, that nearly matched you (from vision.) Had I stood next to him rather than seen him at a distance of twenty feet I would have realized he was about half an inch shorter than you and his biceps lacked the strength you demonstrated. It was the dance we shared when I knew My head just crested the top of your shoulders. I will re-read My volume one tomorrow to see what other items deserve explanation. I filled the centrefold already. I do need to write your mapping down. And, as I sit on the 37CCRTA-B waiting to take My last trip in putting Me home by 16:50. It is 16:08 and the distance is seven miles. If we were at war in this town the distance would be measured in days. July 22, 2022 Pony, our being brought together is a function of My meeting a relative of yours on Linked in and being in the view of "Levi" The spirit consciousness of "Levi" maps to your genetics. The Spirit consciousness you host is the one formerly hosted by "Old School." Pony We will meet when I travel to Moscow. Your relative divined as We say, and the Lord set you up on a "blind" date with Me when My mare died. God Almighty kept Me moving in the way that gave us the maximum likelihood of being united in the flesh. Now all We need to do is get My butt to Moscow. Why does that seem impossible after all I have lived through? It's time some fuckers paid what is due. I have a valid passport and I am COVID negative and content to mask up. Your relative introduced himself to Me. I was actively attempting to find work so I was busy building an online network with articles and posts that of course featured My opinions I accepted invitations. Your relative, perhaps an uncle, featured himself as a physician and posed in scrubs on a leather, brown, couch in a spacious room light with natural light. He invited Me to talk to him. I asked about his work with Doctors Without Borders. His answer was repetitious. He was done with his day and relaxing. There was no conversation between us. I was in no place to consider a date or distance relationship. At the time I understood a male, Dick Dinan, at the Wolfdancer Golf Club intended to date me. It was how I tolerated his stalking behaviour, and kept swinging. Legal council told Me to, I needed to learn to accept the stalkers behaviour as a complement, or it would be the death of Me. The only complement I saw was Dick was a star struck potential suitor, spouse, who was struggling to get to know Me. To your relative, I explained that I was waiting on someone I loved, and could not possibly be social. he never texted Me (we used Linked-in) again, an I dumped my Linked In account shortly thereafter. God Almighty had you in his sights and He needed Me to be in "Levi's" company for that first look. I had other unions to learn about. I also needed to fight heavenly warfare as mere flesh subjected to the brutal divinations of souls who could not play a game of tic-tac-toe with God Almighty unless they had the fist move. We at TeamGOD do play some war games. (Did Broderick and Cruise ever do a movie together?) I have avoided the new Top Gun. Killing off the faithful family warrior DEATH TO TOM CRUISE! How marvellous that geese fly over Everest during migration. Killing Goose was a bad prayer for Hollywood to make billions on! I am on the 65CCRTA-B headed to Port Aransas. It may be that I simply do a loop. There is a need to do laundry, whack weeds in the yard, water the front garden, and prepare a letter for the Kremlin. I have been Tour Guide Barbie curiosity shopping for crap in boutiques. Then I was strolling into the I.G.A. market and was able to hail down the 95CCRTA-B. I Am comfortably situated as the only passenger on this short bus and headed for the ferry ride to Aransas Pass then Corpus through Ingleside. In the summer the 95CCRTA-B runs. When I wrote about the legal council that gave Me the advise regarding Texas stalkers it was Corey Wayne Smith. At the time he featured himself as an Austin trial attorney who presumably found himself attending to his health after his lifestyle that earned him an ex-wife caught up with him. We are roughly the same age. The CCRTA-B sits at the front centre of the ferry ride and the grey green waters of the gulf are pale in colour against even the scrub brush on the opposite bank. Dolphins call this Aransas passage home. They deserve better than a sewer. By Texas standards, even what has been abandoned on the shore, because the builders could not get rich enough quick enough, is still picturesque in the was abandoned landscapes are haunted. The radar tower instruments rotation is the only visible industry near a yard of refinery bric-à-brac. We dock. The CCRTA-B, short bus, moves on. Corey owned having two abortions and evolving as an individual by blaming his parents, the one who made his law schooling possible, for his troubles. I Am not certain how his father, Wayne Smith, is responsible for the porn addiction he bragged about. Hindsight says he was probably trying to bait Me into an argument. I did what I always did, I payed more than the usual attention, and took his load on My shoulders. A thin strip of blue glimmers in the bay. The grey is tamed. Pelicans perch on old green with algae square remains of structural supports. Perhaps an old dock. The algae won over the white quano. An abortion is the same sacrifice as the ancients burning their offspring in kilns to Dagon. I Am sure Nebuchadnez'zar's kiln was often stoked. What was the power of Shadrach, Mesach, and Abendego? You can't burn what honestly belongs to God Almighty, Me, the Christ. Killing God Almighty is not a new strategy. The effort brings the bitchslapping. There are no qualified ways to sacrifice at this time. What are people desperate to have the right to an abortion angry over? They can't grown their own sacrifice to further their own success in this world. That shit does not work. A further aside a female growing a human sacrifice was no different than someone being allowed to grow their own smoke. ATF has some serious problems with its legislative conflict with other devotional rights. My matrimonial succession ends with God Almighty when We are united as husband and wife. I have headship at that time. It is My being bride to the Lamb. This is why females ended up so off the charts horrid with pussy whipping their spouses. The cruelties of marriages will take time to undo. Withholding congress from one's spouse is wrong on every level. Violating the physical boundaries of your spouse is wrong on every level. If you spouse makes out with or fucks her dildo, guess what, she made clear she has no boundary there. She is just being horrid toward you. I say this now, if an individual is joining themselves to an object, just like a they could join themselves to another human or animal, [Face it bacteria a plenty are on that dildo. Bacteria that's animal, as opposed to, vegetable, or mineral.] She gets her divorce on the grounds of adultery. Does a male have an artificial vagina? He get's his divorce on the same grounds. I know I just made myself perfectly clear. Like sin in the blood, headship is another thing I never wanted. "Hooray said tinny Tim. And a merry Christmas to you all." I made a Herald article remark, 'To put Me in the same terms of non-virgin humanity, the Christ [And I meant Lamb thinking the Lams was the Christ. The Lamb and I are one flesh. Me being the Christ is a disappointment of epic proportions to Me. I expected a warrior who would wipe sin away from the earth. An Angel from Heaven who like the Angel that wiped out the Assyrian's abusing Biblical Israel once the king rent his garment, that was My expectation of Christ. Fuck, it's the worst thing ever, a female, human.] is My demon. Given My disappointment, My powerlessness to accomplish even putting groceries on the table when I toil the hours in obedience a slave as I do, you mother fucking Goddamned filthy bastards. Obama, I want to slay you! "Thank you, H*****r that is a Psalm" -- the Lamb Before, God Almighty, is Ted. Before Ted is "Timmy." Before "Timmy" is "Navy Nurse" and before "Navy Nurse" is you, Pony. "Old School's" Pony roll was temporary because of what he threw away that he built for the nation to murder God Almighty. Unbeknownst to mac, "Old School" had created a worse than f-u-c-k-LINK against even Satan. "Old School" was in the spirit way he invented, not an original invention, married to mac and "Navy Nurse". For all of this education that included our personal intimacy almost two years ago to the day of this writing, I Am assured, you, even though I suffered the Cyrano de Bergerac Sprit torment, where the only person I experienced. That only one human was involved, and it was the same human since My personal horror shit show of torments started happening, was the only truth I was allowed, [Truth being the unchangeable Godly clue.] and could not abandon in all My reasoning. Even when I wanted whatever face Cyrano, "Old School" put on the tormenter in vision I never wanted anything to do with again, I had to hold fast to, there is a spouse, a human, I was not allowed to abandon. God Almighty had a problem. He, God, only had five faces, people He could rotate against Me for "Old School's" shit show. Only one, "Navy Nurse" would I ask for to be My spouse when forced to chose because I knew he was single when We met. "Old School" himself, though in the easy-on-the-eyes pool, he needed the gym because he was failing to care for his physique befitting the gifts God obviously gave him, I assumed him a married male. It was his age. I wrote about this already. Fuck you, "Old School" Forgive that! What you just read is the only thing that kept Me from, instantly gratifying your witchcraft method to seduce Me. I Am allowed to act on My cognitive processes! So are you Fucker! Volume seven I will pen in next. I offer you a solution to your obvious problem. What would this volume of My love letter to you be, Pony, without making abundantly known our real time is ecstasy. What you need to ask yourself "Old School" is what face was ecstasy because, rape can happen with your methodology. It is scarring. No, you can't fix that. I seriously doubt you would make the effort if you could. God Almighty assures Me We, as in not with you "Old School," can have some opera, Gucci, and luxury travel. Honestly, those are things that do unhinge scarring and wipe it away. It's being allowed to be cured by the sight's of fine art at the Louvre with, yes, a fine wine along city streets dotted with persons happily pleasing their God. Until healing can happen, some events are just vaulted so the war can happen with peace. The truth of all this suffering is, as long as you walk the earth, there is no other perfection for Me. I grieved you for months when I understood Ted died. You of course were behind, Ted. Even your voice was disguised. Do I remember you voice, "Old School?" Yes. Your voice cold only put Me in a place of recoil, How could you have been single? Once I was in a place of understanding "Timmy" was My spouse, you "Old School" needed to hit the gym, because I hit the jack pot with "Timmy." What else was I excited about? Being fatso mamasita was not going to keep perfection like "Timmy" in bed for only Me. I got to Be My own perfection too. I of course was modest in My behaviour toward "Timmy." This meant bonus in the Heavens for Me! The voice Ted was disguised with is how "Timmy" stuck. I knew "Navy Nurse's" voice. "Timmy" I never heard speak. "Solomon" I never heard speak. You, "Old School" with "Navy Nurse" and the handsome chap at the elevator so massively out of place I heard speak. God Almighty had a problem. At one point God Almighty made it clear to Me, you did indeed have a spouse. Was that the invention you concocted with your own ritual against Holiness that meant I was the spouse, or on paper do you have a "real" spouse? I am required to treat our union as binding and reject you for the sake of forcing you back to your "real" the under written law spouse. She just Might have a dildo if she is a real human. I of course do not. Volume seven I pen next. The next question also becomes Pony, were you physically witch-crafting Me to belong to another human? You have one big fucking problem dude. You, "Old School" are indeed the perfecting flesh for Me. What fire you have abused, jack ass. Forgive that! The ugliness of all this is somehow General Berger and "Navy Dress" are in this like olives in a dirty martini. "Navy Dress" wore a wedding band! He was out of the pool always. I have a policy. A person (for Me male) wearing a ring is displaying a symbol that says, "No Trespassing" I did not put that ring on the the finger, I would be the trespasser. I did not see a ring on your hand "Old School" I also was not looking for it. God Almighty directed Me to see "Navy Dress" wedding band. I dropped My eyes and hit the door. I needed to learn why I was asked to approach him. What I now know is rather than thank him for his service, I needed to curse him for his fornication. Curse all of you, for your fornications. Fuck you, United States Military, each and every one of you. Forgive that! I need to recount. One of Trump's assassins made the likely's and competed with "Timmy." He might have been forty. His voice I do not recall. He nodded in acknowledgement of Me, but did not speak. I pause for a moment in this writing. I might be headed out the door for a few hours again. Yes, Corpus Christi Police Department, I Am still, the Christ. You fuckers still owe Me $485,000.00 for plundering My estate. No, I Am not giving information away to surveillance. Go ahead FBI notify the CCPD of My speech, nay, writing directed at them. Don't worry FBI, no one expects you to go after Trump's gunsels. During the shut down of this nation, during civil war, males that skilled can head to Africa. I grieved for months what I understood was you when I learned Ted died. You of course were behind Ted. You voice, Pony, was the clue that made "Timmy" stick in that I never heard him speak. One other was like that. I code named him "Solomon." I experienced the personalities that I kept insisting were who I was newly married to after I learned Ted was dead. Each one I thought I would be moving back to San Diego or Norfolk to sign articles. No, having a wedding, oooh, that is for the pretty little people with friends and family to entertain, impress is more like it and force favours upon because they answered the invitation. I just wanted things legal. The faces of people I saw were also for Me to learn it was the genetics of the person who's face I saw that mapped to the Spirit consciousness that was hosted by the person on this soil I could meet. There was much to learn between Spirit and flesh, how souls exist I needed to learn and of course mumsy seized on the opportunity with My union with the Lamb, over My heart being circumcised, mumsy, raped Me stroking My vagina when I was an infant to consummate the union between Myself and the Lamb in her own sick prayer of heart way which of course that profane Lord went looking to give Trump power with the Dali shit and the world got even uglier. Jill Biden, you fucking whore (That is from General Mark Milley)! Bacow you are next (That is from General Berger)! The spirit you people have fucked are no longer waiting for their vengeance to be fulfilled. I would really love to meet in Saint Petersburg. What an exquisite even city from the Google perspective. On the morning of this writing I was reminded of the individual who is the born again genetics of the U.S. Marine mumsy murdered who mapped to the Spirit consciousness of "Timmy." Writing in the now My expectation was to meet him. Readers understand that this person was not simultaneously masturbating with Me. I was enduring what "Old School" capitalised the military with being "married" to Me whilst I was dealing with the curses mumsy made to take down her perversion. For the Kremlin, who will be mining this information, your pony, is special forces navy, not yet thirty, Kaliningrad Oblast, blonde with blue eyes. He miserates over a pimple or two of adult acne, I do too, He has earned rank as a junior officer and can move mountains. For Me to have access to moving to Russia or be freed from this soil would take an act of God Almighty. This is Him moving His ark to make Jehovah's kingdom happen. That is being a slave who does not get to choose her spouse. My life is the one given and taken in marriage. And you people gripe because your fathers protected your lives, with the liberty God Almighty gave them, that made so many blessings possible? You vile mother fuckers! No wonder your fathers abandoned you to porn, beer, and television sets! Death to the pussy whipping whores that destroyed fatherhood! (Pussy whipping whores, that would be your mothers!) Now that, pony's, identity is protected this letter and all My amorous intent has one divine object, Pony. Bunny love's her Pony. I meant that when I wrote it. During the Cyrano torment I was creating a mosaic and I had no idea of where the pieces were even being placed. I was blind to all but the certain visions I was blessed with during our real time together. This is what I understood was "real time." I still needed to endure much for l-o-v-e-LINK to be put together. The full loop on the CCRTA-B. My today trip has just about finished its full circle. I sit on the 19M and it heads down McArdle. The ticker scrolled "1:04 PM." Cunningham (Happy Day's television show) Middle School the bus sailed out of view. We have happy days to look forward to as long as we have a sense of humour about thinning the population. My question as a child was how does peace form on a global scale? Then I went about offering peace and learned humanity earned destruction. Humanity on a global scale practices witch craft to power Democracy. I was what Jehovah had to power all your shit as Queen of Heaven, because I rebuild God Almighty, and I Am bride to the Lamb. Rather than part with the quid you promised you went after killing Me. Ya'll know that is a parable. We will post a Herald article for the confused. You got a twofer. That four-hundred years is up and We lost interest in listening to your lies to stay in business. Death to Biden! That is from the Lamb. The Levite priesthood arrangement, restoration, I build for there to be sacrifices. I Am the global market monopolist for Ggod. I make Jehovah's kingdom happen. I Am the global market monopolist on establishing and maintaining that precious priesthood that makes the planets go round in the heavens for Eternity. July 23, 2022 My wonderful Pony. Our battle finally got too expensive for Putin. It is getting through My head that the expectation people have is I Am supposed to be some kind of milquetoast that is dropping rose petals and approving of all creation. (You fuckers should have paid for the rose petals.) What a fucking was of crap. This day mac woke understanding "Solomon" was who she was united with. As in the flesh she looked at. "Solomon" is the individual that Spirit used for Her to be in the path of so Ted who they divined was united with Me to protect their interests. mac experienced what she later called a vision stunt. She wrote about the burning bush in a Herald article. Trump was orchestrating this meeting with witchcraft and "Solomon" could not turn the meeting into a one night stand. Something to do with timing. We at TeamGOD often say, "We have perfect timing." The majesty of that first moment I stood in the doorway of H.K. By the Bay was interrupted by much mischief in the Spirit world. Those rascally little ones. I shall slap their little hands. Pony, I knew you were My perfection the moment I looked at you and listened as you said, "You are the One that is going to favour Me with care and affection the rest of My life." And I bore witness to the same Heavens oath, "Yes sir, that is exactly who I Am." Isn't it wonderful we work for the same till death do us part military. Next time I head into H.K. by the Bay, you can look for Me in My comfort wardrobe, Levi's, Polo collared button down shirt, and pink Titleist cap. I would like for us to meet again sooner than that [And what was I trying to say? Because clearly My mind skipped to a next topic.] October 22, 2019 or so evening when you sat with fellow crew for evening meal. I of course situated Myself with some familiar faces at the bar nervously trying to figure out how I pass you a note. May our hearts be complete toward God Almighty with magnificent courage as We thrive in warfare. I sit and wait for the 7:33 morning 37CCRTA-B

LORD