Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
Technically Lady Wisdom should have been Eve's genetics. Adam did not Divine Lady Wisdom into existence when he wrestled with the Ggods for centuries -- this had to be a long time, Putin, Adam named the Animals and invented language while so doing. Spirit comes up with the identifiers of humans as humans are in subjection to Spirit. Animals are in subjection to humans. Soul searching, with our personal Ggodly mapping, is what humans do to define and articulate using language. The LORD received Satan's genetics. Satan is likened to Esau selling his birthright, human genetics, over a "bowl of red." The genetics of Lady Wisdom, never had the chance. Bowls of wrath sure seem to chime in here, n'est-ce pas?
This gift fulfils many things Putin in that you now have a nest egg in Heaven to build upon. mumsy stored up for you, not Me. I saved the LORD. The two buckets are like so. In My life I did all the deeds the Lamb could use to preserve Heaven making it possible for any person to claim the Christ prize. They did need to do the work. For Trump to take the Christ prize he would have needed to renounce the Apologetics extolling and supporting the Jehovah's Witnesses as the true religion. This has to do with, My life backed warfare in this nation. As I have said many times recently to Pentagon surveillance, when you choose warfare you are hitching yourself to My star. Trump was the Spirit magician -- liken I was to the U.S. Military -- for the Jehovah's Witnesses Governing Body. He was their high priest. This means He would have needed to have fought with them to take everything from them and claim all his power like I have with My ministry over who I upheld in Heaven. America refused to make any room for the LORD and went after mixing the powers of foreign gods to build their war engine, a no no. Trump would have needed to trust in God to back his takeover and then making the world a paradise, all kinds of things that quite honestly, how was Trump going to get a day's labour out of Jehovah's Witnesses cleaning up nuclear waste. Regardless of who won the Christ prize, when it was out there for the taking, I was not allowed to be destroyed. I was also not allowed to be plundered, deprived, tortured, raped, abused nor denied earnings on the same terms that Heaven had for others to earn. Other people are likewise to Trump in the ministry they were required to do. My dues were paid by Me to live in paradise on earth.
From a pragmatic perspective there is more benefit to Creation sooner wiping out the earth's population sending everyone to Hell, now. My bucket of deeds was the Heaven saver and the reason why one person -- as in, the same as, through one man sin entered the world -- could claim the Christ prize and run with it. I won it by a kind of default. Someone had to do the work, and no-one would do the work out of eight billion. I was asked after everyone defaulted. Because I paid for paradise earth to happen, it had to happen.
Mumsies bucket allowed individuals to plunder Heaven while rewarding themselves with understanding they would be the Ggods and all existing Spirit would be destroyed. I was still required to be allowed to live even if all other Spirit were destroyed absorbed into existing consciousness space in Heaven. Then what, well, eventually those that were resurrected to Heaven would still have been in a place of forced to correct their sorry act because that is what I do. And I couldn't do it without sin in My blood making Me the preservation of Allness, as was.
Tonight I sang to the Pentagon, "America the Beautiful" a cappella. A note or two just might leave the ear drums in tact. It was yesterday afternoon I dumped on them the bucket-o-deeds distinction. What has the military so cocksure is that they were convinced they were going to be performing Holy warfare. It took the longest time for Me to understand that these fornicating work shirkers had an idea in their head they were some holy body of soldiers doing Heaven's work. Putin, had I not been so exhausted, I might have been able to laugh till I cried over their hubris. From My perspective they are a pitiable, desperate, naked, hodgepodge lice infested and diseased in need of a shepherd. I sit at the ready to shepherd them. It is on them to do it My way, or be wiped out by all the ways they did deeds to plunder Heaven filling up their egos with delusions of grandeur.
