Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
God Almighty -- who was still faceless -- was forced to partitioning into a god, Spirit across flesh, that would host the god Mary was creating murdering the marine at Pendleton. This newly built partition of awareness filled with her cohorts building it against the LORD, trampling the LORD's North America. This partition grew from the trinity of Mary, Terry, and Mark's prayers of heart. This partition meant a new Spirit needed to come into existence, I resurrected that very Marine to his grander in Heaven.. He is disciplining that bride Mary made him, and this is why flesh can now be stoned by its parent. You need Me, the Ark to have the protection, Mercy Seat, of the LORD.
Mary's murdering the Camp Pendleton marine built the Spirit construct she needed so a competing god existed to serve the likes of her offspring. Light has no place with darkness. Mary held authority over Spirit to build this construct. With the marines murder, her authority over Heaven ended. Also with the marine's murder, she violated matrimony running away from the LORD as her Heavenly owner after she had extorted the Lamb into forcing her onto the LORD has His bride. Mary was not about to keep herself for the LORD, Him being Spirit. This new god is what the Lord shoved all that power, flesh was generating with foul deeds, for these last decades since the marine's death into.
Unlocking this knowledge was no simple undertaking. Had Mary refrained from orchestrating My murder -- she got greedy -- I would not have learned these things. If I had not suffered in obedience, there would be no salvation, for even you, based on even fine deeds, because of the Ggod you profaned when you did even the fine deed. This is what I can explain in detail when writing the Nineteenth Hole articles. The fine deed is linked to what We at TeamGOD call the "Fuck You God" motivating flesh response of today. It goes with, "I will show you." anger, and like childish reasonings. How could I have understood you did not want salvation? What flesh wouldn't? I kept doing in the way that meant your salvation. I did not give a shit about how you treated Me.
I did not understand that building the black-hole, making even yourself un-saveable, was your means of extorting the LORD for your salvation. I Am why you have salvation with no means to force the LORD. The extortion plot, being so shitty as to be un-saveable, was a black-hole. I understood extortion was going on, alright. What I had no way of knowing is that a servant of the LORD, as fine as yourself, would have actually banked on that strategy as a sure thing. The extortion strategy was not a sure thing once I was born.
The firstborn of course needed My birth, and I suffered so you would still have a means of salvation once I came into the world. Again this is one of those circular things, like the process improvement of change management in quality that I understand so well. My love to you general, from Me, your servant in the LORD for providing you a means of salvation. Again, I loved, and love, My enemies.
Salvation was what you were after, so I was kept on the path at meant salvation in the form of Resurrection. The problem you have, from My perspective, is that it requires Me. This must be a real bummer. And on Super Bowl Sunday too. You want to be Resurrected? It is your choice. Forcing the LORD is not an option. You are not His child. You can not force Him, and He can not force you. You are not the LORD's child to stone, neither are you Mine to stone. In the mean time without honouring Me, there is only the souls of the LORD's church into burger in the battle-fields' of the many lands of the Ggods.
Would you like to go search for the marine's bones? I would. There should still be some genetic marking remnant off the tampons Mary shoved in his mouth, before piling stones upon him, while he was partially conscious. I do not know what she did with the three Mexicans she was out there surfing with. Those surfing buddies were no-name persons that did not show up again in her anecdotes.
The introduction of this letter has to do with some abortion stool warmer that is not picking up on your cues to stop preying on you as a potential sexual partner. If I were there, I could ring that fuckette's neck for you, but alas, I Am not. So...please protect yourself. Not that you need Me to wring some fuckette's neck for you. I would simply like to. Fuckette being the female genitalia versus fucker being the male genitalia. Do you insist on hating God Almighty for making a means of salvation possible that gives Heavenly meaning to all of the life that has come into existence before Me? Your decision does not change the outcome. The previous life holds meaning, regardless of you.
