Imagine you are a lone wolf in the presence of many foxes, and of course, you have to move about. You are not, for example, going to be as brazen as if you were a wolf among indifferent wolves...picking your way nonchalantly and taking on anyone who dares to stand in your path, yes?
Because even timid foxes have a habit of bandying together against a mighty wolf, if they see that he is alone.
On the other hand...
You are a wolf that can take on a whole army of foxes, and STILL prevail, but you are not interested in drawing attention to yourself, so you 'choose' to wlak circumspectly, avoiding potential enemies and walking among neutrals who may choose to take your quiscence as cowardice.
That paradox was the one that faced me as I encountered Michelle the first time.
I will admit, though, that at the time I had NO idea just WHAT I was, and the revelation of just what I could do, if I wanted to, leaves me stunned even now, but all I knew was that not only was I different, but I was not wired to think like others.
I had no idea how extremely 'weird' I am.
Or how unlimited God has made me, because the thing that He said the day I was grumbling about how He wanted me to walk away and let Him handle things was to counter my 'Vengeance is Mine' statement by saying, "Everything is Mine", and, to make certain I was left in no doubt just how unlimited He was, He went on further, after a brief pause, to say, "Heaven and earth are Mine", so that I knew He meant I was to function fully as myself, knowing that I was to place no limits on myself, because maybe I thought He would say I had strayed from His jurisdiction.
He was blatantly saying that there was nothing so extreme I could do that He would say was too much for Him, so I may as well be comfortable in my own skin.
But, as I said, that was recent. When Michelle showed up in my sphere and I immediately shied away from her, I was left still perplexed because, had she been black like me, I would have said without an instant's doubt that she was definitely sexually frustrated, and summed it up by concluding that she was now deprived of something that she had been used to for a while, or had taken for granted.
I mean, going after older men and pestering them and showering them with attention showed me what she was, and I was quite relieved that she was like that...till she turned her attention on me, and I was quite irritated...and confused as well, because I naively thought that there was more than skin difference between various women types.
So, I paid attention to her 'attention', while trying to figure out just what the hell she was after.
What made matters worse was the fact that she invited me to one of the places of my weakness, the church [with my history with The Holy Spirit, it was like being sent back to my mom's] and it was there that I saw her daughter, and while from the way she stood clutching her she was focusing on me, as if to tell me that her daughter was the real reason why she had pestered me, at the same time I could not get over the implied insult that she wanted me to be a babysitter [ give me those weird nurse hats, an aproan , a dress and a pacifier and I am her 'yes ma'am, whatever you say ma'am', girl, while she is literally the man]
So, it is easy to see why I then gravitated naturally to blonde women, who did not have anything to do with Michelle, and when I reached nine, and chucked off her friend who had been number ten, in favour of this other girl who was not much more than a child herself and had red hair... I immediately felt the chains she had imposed on me, or that I had let her impose, break off, and I began to see things much clearer.
Of course, there are these other women who, had they also been black, would have been beneath me because they only focused on exposing their 'advantages' so that they could entice me to stoop to their level. It has been hard, but hey, that is nothing more than contempt, so I have dropped all those I counted from 12 onwards, simply because when I met them, they showed off, as if I could not exist without them, just as Michelle assumed, and so, I must say that; nine blonde women and one redhaired girl helped me restore my sight.
As for Michelle's friend, well, she did not behave as a friend of the lady would, more as if she was judging the woman, but what worries me, or should, is this; Was it me she had eyes on, or was it spite? Because I still am counting the days before I take matters into my own hands as far as her brother is concerned, so it may be a tight situation for her, but regardless of her decision, if her brother stays in South Africa beyond Monday, then he is a dead man, and I will manually kill him. I would like him to have a sporting chance... he can have backup, but whosoever stands with him, dies with him, and I will make it easy for him, or them. I will use nothing else but my bare hands and feet.
No mind control stuff, just pure blood and guts, and gore... because I can not forget the figure of that little woman standing at Long Beach, moving like she is a robot, turning to face me and stare at me full in the face, as though pleading with me to let her go. As long as I live, that stare will haunt me, and it is more real than the looks of the people that I see around me now, simply because I KNEW, at that moment, that I had called this woman to me, and she had been powerless to resist.
I do not want to use this 'voice'. Not aginst people, no, because I am not yet at war.
The days are coming, of course, when I will turn my attention to the whole world, when I stop being so...laid back, simply because I have not yet figured out what to do with myself, or how to exit the land.
Once that is done, then all who are not with me...let me just say, they will hear the full trumpet blast!
But, do not worry, the end is not yet now. After all, God said, "In the last days, I will pour out My Spirit up on all flesh. Your sons and daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams..."
And also, "I will send the prophet Elijah before the great and dreadful day of The LORD; he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to the fathers..."
Well, Elijah had some unfinished business, and when he gave up, God sent him to annoint three people...to kill. Read the Bible, and see where my authority to take life comes from! The story of Elijah will be illuminating!
Because even timid foxes have a habit of bandying together against a mighty wolf, if they see that he is alone.
On the other hand...
You are a wolf that can take on a whole army of foxes, and STILL prevail, but you are not interested in drawing attention to yourself, so you 'choose' to wlak circumspectly, avoiding potential enemies and walking among neutrals who may choose to take your quiscence as cowardice.
That paradox was the one that faced me as I encountered Michelle the first time.
I will admit, though, that at the time I had NO idea just WHAT I was, and the revelation of just what I could do, if I wanted to, leaves me stunned even now, but all I knew was that not only was I different, but I was not wired to think like others.
I had no idea how extremely 'weird' I am.
Or how unlimited God has made me, because the thing that He said the day I was grumbling about how He wanted me to walk away and let Him handle things was to counter my 'Vengeance is Mine' statement by saying, "Everything is Mine", and, to make certain I was left in no doubt just how unlimited He was, He went on further, after a brief pause, to say, "Heaven and earth are Mine", so that I knew He meant I was to function fully as myself, knowing that I was to place no limits on myself, because maybe I thought He would say I had strayed from His jurisdiction.
He was blatantly saying that there was nothing so extreme I could do that He would say was too much for Him, so I may as well be comfortable in my own skin.
But, as I said, that was recent. When Michelle showed up in my sphere and I immediately shied away from her, I was left still perplexed because, had she been black like me, I would have said without an instant's doubt that she was definitely sexually frustrated, and summed it up by concluding that she was now deprived of something that she had been used to for a while, or had taken for granted.
I mean, going after older men and pestering them and showering them with attention showed me what she was, and I was quite relieved that she was like that...till she turned her attention on me, and I was quite irritated...and confused as well, because I naively thought that there was more than skin difference between various women types.
So, I paid attention to her 'attention', while trying to figure out just what the hell she was after.
What made matters worse was the fact that she invited me to one of the places of my weakness, the church [with my history with The Holy Spirit, it was like being sent back to my mom's] and it was there that I saw her daughter, and while from the way she stood clutching her she was focusing on me, as if to tell me that her daughter was the real reason why she had pestered me, at the same time I could not get over the implied insult that she wanted me to be a babysitter [ give me those weird nurse hats, an aproan , a dress and a pacifier and I am her 'yes ma'am, whatever you say ma'am', girl, while she is literally the man]
So, it is easy to see why I then gravitated naturally to blonde women, who did not have anything to do with Michelle, and when I reached nine, and chucked off her friend who had been number ten, in favour of this other girl who was not much more than a child herself and had red hair... I immediately felt the chains she had imposed on me, or that I had let her impose, break off, and I began to see things much clearer.
Of course, there are these other women who, had they also been black, would have been beneath me because they only focused on exposing their 'advantages' so that they could entice me to stoop to their level. It has been hard, but hey, that is nothing more than contempt, so I have dropped all those I counted from 12 onwards, simply because when I met them, they showed off, as if I could not exist without them, just as Michelle assumed, and so, I must say that; nine blonde women and one redhaired girl helped me restore my sight.
As for Michelle's friend, well, she did not behave as a friend of the lady would, more as if she was judging the woman, but what worries me, or should, is this; Was it me she had eyes on, or was it spite? Because I still am counting the days before I take matters into my own hands as far as her brother is concerned, so it may be a tight situation for her, but regardless of her decision, if her brother stays in South Africa beyond Monday, then he is a dead man, and I will manually kill him. I would like him to have a sporting chance... he can have backup, but whosoever stands with him, dies with him, and I will make it easy for him, or them. I will use nothing else but my bare hands and feet.
No mind control stuff, just pure blood and guts, and gore... because I can not forget the figure of that little woman standing at Long Beach, moving like she is a robot, turning to face me and stare at me full in the face, as though pleading with me to let her go. As long as I live, that stare will haunt me, and it is more real than the looks of the people that I see around me now, simply because I KNEW, at that moment, that I had called this woman to me, and she had been powerless to resist.
I do not want to use this 'voice'. Not aginst people, no, because I am not yet at war.
The days are coming, of course, when I will turn my attention to the whole world, when I stop being so...laid back, simply because I have not yet figured out what to do with myself, or how to exit the land.
Once that is done, then all who are not with me...let me just say, they will hear the full trumpet blast!
But, do not worry, the end is not yet now. After all, God said, "In the last days, I will pour out My Spirit up on all flesh. Your sons and daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams..."
And also, "I will send the prophet Elijah before the great and dreadful day of The LORD; he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to the fathers..."
Well, Elijah had some unfinished business, and when he gave up, God sent him to annoint three people...to kill. Read the Bible, and see where my authority to take life comes from! The story of Elijah will be illuminating!
