Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
If a person seeks a dating app, for sexual congress or companionship of some ilk, they open themselves up to interpreting the party they are reading about through their own set of behavioural knowns. Children, being inexperienced, are a high risk category for this very reason on social media. Looking at the live person in their native environment sends many queues. There was a popular axiomatic poem that circulated in the nineties in America titled, "All I Needed to Learn I Learned in Kindergarten." Keeping my hands to myself. Don't take what doesn't not belong to me. Return what is borrowed. The kinds of rules that children learn are expected of them in school. So children can gather together in rooms and are manageable. Once people grow into their teens many have learned how to use their identity to do all the things that the kindergartener learned should not be done. There is a sophisticated amount of motivational speaking wrapped up in clergy sermons capitalised on in America's Evangelical churches. When you anticipate the bad you most likely get the bad. That sort of thing. So you need to force yourself into suppressing your spirit of defeatism. Correct your self talk. As people grow up doing the things that make their life satisfying they map themselves to different abilities. The mega adjustments coming to America are largely based on what the Jehovah's Witnesses built under the Jehovah's Holy Spirit (active force) blueprint.
Soldiers in America can become the remnant population because that is the de facto event of having Me in command. Without Me at the Pentagon the wipe-out happens. God Almighty wants the wipe out. So, the wipe out of America's population, and military, is happening. God Almighty has no inducement, currency, to force My place in command from within the paid ranks. I Am just a slave. I Am not a victim. So, My not being the victim is what inspired the opening sentence of this epistle. I don't give up any gained territory, ever. It can be sold. It can be given as a gift. Now, I shall push past these preliminaries to brass tacks.
My kingship over North America I can sell to you. What else is there? Well, if I were a Russian we could arrange for Russia to conquer North America. It does not get to be done on the trailer-park-do-over ticket. The zoning would be strict with highly active commercial export focussed ports. About seventy five percent of America would be closed off to individual dwellings with temporary housing being moved in villages for seasonal agriculture. The troops would be moving food to starving people, defending it on the ocean and in foreign ports where spreading seed is a no-no. Putin, I can write pages about what America would look like, and indeed will look like fifty years from now under My hand.
Does the Kremlin want to mount turning America into a glorious bread basket and Christ's warrior home? That is what there is. Selling you My kingship you can't afford. Oh, I could state a price. Da da da trillion dollars. And the Divine would back you as owner. Where are you going to get the troops to kill 700,000,000 people in a decade? Heaven has these people fulfilling their own ambitions to make this happen. What are you going to to do to perfect Heaven? The slate cleaning of North America is what perfects Heaven. America being magnificently manicured with severe restrictions on population and land use is the necessity. What you can capitalise on is the Ark of God business I have written about. If you want to pursue being My satrap because there is value to being a part of what the Divine is doing then ask Me. Russian soldiers coming to North America would need to be serving My national campaign for making Heaven perfect beautifying America at this time. As opposed to beautifying and making warfare excursions in a decade.
This is too large a scope for any letter to present. Are there possibilities? Yes. Can I appoint you as an earthly king over North America extricating the gruesome threesome? Yes. But in the words off all the job marketing brochures out there Putin, the legitimate work will not ask you for money up-front. I ask for souls and their money; It is called selling an equity share in Heaven's future on earth. Where things stand with My USMC relationship, to include Me on the payroll just gets them more of the same. The only difference is I Am under-foot and accessible for combat. A gun can't be put to My head again to make Me serve. That shit has been done until God has no use of that to get what He wants; destroy all the Americans for making an impotent vile mass out of Heaven. He is doing this for Satan. The juggernaut between God and America is because I have provision enough and can wait-out the extinction of this nation. He does not need Me receiving anything from anybody. The military is intoxicated with its sickly little efforts mixed with fucking and hates the work that teaches them what they built was bad shit. I would like to do a little more, be in the battle, play some golf, do human things. But, I can wait out being separated from human endeavours for all purposes that do anything other than shut this place down rapido.
Juggernaut is not quite the right word. It is just an outstanding one to name America's national chariot. I was trying to say God and America are at cross purposes where salvation is concerned. That was just too simple. Because I would like to see Heaven move some battlefield mountains for Me, God lets Me invite others. The Christ prize was awarded to Me for making salvation from Hell possible. People must do the work that befits repentance and only soldiers qualify to lift a finger on that work to outrun Hell. They would no longer get any kind of credit for the prayers of heart they might be inclined to make when they are ticked at working the kind of hours I do without any reasonable comforts or remuneration just to tear down garbage they slapped together. When people do the good things, their prayer is powerful. When one is exhausted and wants to lay a curse down for how hard I made them work, Heaven just smiles and banks away the remark satisfied that I Am pushing them as hard as if they were in Hell, sans rape with torture, of course. Doing the good work, for them, is being forced to own how many American Dream steps they followed making Heaven perverse, and they did bad. What they are living on is the drunken stupor that what they did is right because I Am perfecting the Ba'al.