"Part 4"

 

From this time on, to hell I am now a marked man.

 

I was excited, proud, and amazed, of that The Lord had showed me. I had been through a lot of stress with the devoice, and the seeking of answers from The Lord. I decide to 'go out', something I had not done in a long time.

 

I go to an expensive Susi restaurant, while having two or three glasses of wine at dinner. I learned I do not like Susi, I did not eat much. Then to a club to dance. I had no interest in the other people. Just to dance and enjoy. At about 11pm I felt I have had more alcohol then I needed. I drive some 65 kilometers to where I would exit the highway for my mom's house. I think no, I will make just one pass through town just to see the life there.

 

I am driving faster than the legal speed. I see a police car parked on the side of the highway as I pass it. I just pull over and wait for him, no need to chase me, I knew how fast I was going. I gather my insurance and driving license information. I see in my rear view mirror the police car pull in behind my, now parked car. Only then does he turn on his hazard lights. He asked me to step out, and walk to the back of the car. I do this without struggle, or any limit of physical ability. He was thinking I had been drinking alcohol somewhere. He then asked me to do tricks, as you would a monkey. The monkey did not perform as he thought it should have.

 

I am taken to jail. Yet I was not drunk.

 

I am still working for a large telecommunications company as drafter and programmer. Sitting at my desk, behind the blank canvas of a computer screen. I pray, "Lord this organization needs a symbol, that signifies You, what do You Want it to be".

 

Then as if my hand was guided by an outside force. I draw this.MIA Symbol

 

I move out of my mothers house, get an apartment, just me and my son.

 

Hand of God:

 

One night my son is sitting watching television; I am sitting on the couch behind him. All of a sudden I feel sadness, great sadness. It gets to the point I can not just sit on the couch; I have to lay down. Just before I do lay down on the bed, I look at the clock. This is something I have learned to do, when strange things like this happen.

 

Once I do lay down, the sadness becomes overwhelming. I curl into a fetal type position, and start to cry. I cry, I am wailing in tears, like never before in my life, and I doubt I ever will again. Then it just stops.

 

I wipe the tears off my face, and wonder "What Was That". I get off the bed and stand up. I see my 5-year-old son standing in the bedroom doorway. He tells me "There was a giant Hand in that room daddy". Not understanding it fully, but knowing it was a good thing, I say "You don't have to worry about that hand ".

 

Latter in my life I have tried to decipher the meaning of this. And Just Now and not just now, I understand. What this was, was God Himself showing me how sad He is for the many years of heart ache that are to come. Wow, I get it.

 

I get a computer somehow, someway, I get online at my apartment. I talk to a few people. I met this one woman, that her father was killed by the mafia. The whole time I am writing her. I wake up at 3am, with her on my mind, this went on each night.

 

She tells me a story of her late sister. She explains she was devout to the Lord. This woman was in deep depression over the loss of her sister. I just read her story, and gave my thought on it. I did come to realize, that is was her sister that kept waking up me at 3am. This is what I told her. "That her sister wanted her to stop mourning her, she was happy beyond happy, and to Not Cry for her anymore."

 

These words where not my own. I can not explain this, and I don't understand how this is possible.

 

I meet another woman online, her name was Autumn. Very attractive, and holding on to my every word. Someone that I thought loved me.

 

I go to her parent’s home for dinner many times. See her mother and see her step-father #3. I respect them and their home. They have plenty of time to talk to me, but little was ever said.

 

I think I am in love, was I? I did not consult The Lord about this woman either.

 

We date for 7 months, and decide to marry. Within just a month of marriage she starts to look physically unhealthy. I don't know why? I start to cook even more nutritious meals, the pattern continues. Six more weeks pass, and now she is a skeleton with skin. I take her to the doctor to be examined. I speak with him. He tells me, he does not find anything wrong.

 

One night, only within a day of the doctors visit. After dinner I hear her in the bathroom. The sound of sickness, as someone regurgitating. I walk into the bathroom, and she looks at me in the most frightened sense. I say "Why do I see a scared little girl in from of me?" I am confused.

 

I would always come home for lunch each day, as my place of employment was not far away. I come home this day to find her in our bed, she looks very near death. We argue, Lord forgive me, I am confused. I say this to her and I am forever sorry. "I want a divorce" She says to me "You don't love me". I leave, knowing I will never see her alive again.

 

Now is when I remember the times she told me "When she was 5, her step father would have her dance naked before his 8-year-old son" What mother would allow this? I remember now, only now, all the things she told me of her cruel mother and her cruel sister.

 

At her funeral, her mother tells me "We have been knowing this would happen for a long time" "Did you know that we were told by a doctor, that if she got in a relationship she would be dead within 3 months?" "Did you know she was a bulimic?"

 

A day or two after she is placed in the ground. Her mother calls over and over asking me, to pay for the cost of the funeral.

 

I am not fully over the death of my wife yet, not just yet. I do know I have to move on.

 

I remember the vision The Lord gave me, and that is what gives me strength. He has told me more little by little, since the vision he gave me, in ways I can not explain. It is my understanding The Lord will form an organization to represent His Church. An organization of global proportions.

 

I somehow find my way to a car that was 'for sale'. It is a fast car, one with a supercharger on it. Very pretty. I allow my oldest nephew, my sisters first son, to drive it back to my mother’s house. Just him and his girlfriend. I did not follow him and I let him take his time.

 

With 7 days of owning the car I have the above symbol printed at a print shop. It was made to withstand for 5 years in the direct sunlight and not lose any color. I knew I wanted to put a scripture under it, I searched and this passage was the one that seemed to fit. I put these words under it.

 

Matthew 10:34

Jesus says;

"Think Not That I have come to bring peace. I have Not come to bring peace, but a sword". Latter I learn this was a prophecy regarding me and my family.

 

I was still in mourning the death of my late wife I would drink whiskey more than I should have from time to time. This day I have had about 0.5 liters of whiskey, which is my limit. I know, I left my mom's house in this car and drove out the driveway and that is all I can remember. The next thing I do remember is waking up in a hospital, 9 days’ later. I had hit a tree at approximately 80 kph. I was wearing a safety belt, and still I go through the wind shield.

 

I was told that my brother-in-law's sister was passing by when all the police and emergency personal were waiting for a rescue helicopter to arrive. She parks her car, and walks into the accident scene. Opens the passenger side door and sits down, I am still in the drivers’ seat of the car, unconscious. She places her hands on the back of my neck and prays for my healing. She says that the surge of power that came through her that was unexplainable. She simply goes back to her car and leaves, with no one seeing her.

 

I was in a wheel chair for 45 days, and bolts in my head for 90. I was paid 1/2 pay, during my leave of absence, by the company that I worked for. This gave me a good amount of money. I return to work after the bolts where removed. I have a new boss, making him my 5th direct supervisor that I had had during my employment.

 

I have a new boss, making him my 5th direct supervisor that I had had during my employment. Before he was ever a supervisor, this man had created some simple programs using AutoLISP (AutoCAD's programming language). In his command prompts responses, he would write "Get IT Right Stupid" when you would choose a wrong way of applying a command. The people using this program at that time had very little computer experience. Which made them even shyer of the computer. I removed this right way, when building my programming system. He worked as a regular employee, not supervising anyone, at that time he wrote these horrible responses and place in a program.

 

Now he is my supervisor. He sees the program I created and its reach.

 

He runs a diagnostic program, on the programming system I created. This diagnostic program would test each line of programming code, checking each lines functions, almost like a virus checker.

 

He tells me, in a surprised way that it took 3 1/2 hours to check each line. This is an abnormally long time. The program I created was huge.

 

Several years’ latter The Lord reminds me of the 3 1/2 hours my former supervisor said regarding my program. The statement stands out in my mind, I pray about this often. The question of why the Anti-Christ breaks the treaty with Israel after 3 1/2 years, stays on my mind.

 

Daniel 9:27

He will confirm a covenant with many for one ‘seven.’ In the middle of the ‘seven’ he will put an end to sacrifice and offering. And at the temple he will set up an abomination that causes desolation, until the end that is decreed is poured out on him.

 

Why would he even need a treaty with 'little Israel'.

 

Over time I start to learn a new way to create a computer programming language. This new language is self-creating, it is an entity. It thinks on it own, and would be control by only one source. Impossible to Hack.

 

Every computer system, on every device made by the origination, The Lord's Origination, would be using this entity. The entity protects from evil, wrong doing, on every device we sells. Everyone will want the devices we sell, they are guaranteed to last forever, if they break bring it back, and we replace it, for free. Using our devices, a person can control any other device sold by anyone else. iPad to any TV, Anything to anything. From one device, the one we sell.

 

Somehow Israel, will be in command of this entity, after us or with us, I don't know yet. What I do know, is this entity is one reason it takes 3 1/2 years before the Anti-Christ breaks the treaty with Israel.

 

It’s my son birthday, he is age 5. 7 days before this day I had had the 4 bolts that held the 'Hallow' (device to keep the spine straight) removed. My neck was weak; it had not held any weight in 90 days. I could walk, but very weakly.

 

I buy many fireworks to have a show for my son. My youngest nephew is also enjoying fireworks, as anyone was welcomed to fire them. Everything is dry at this time. This is the country with lots of dried grass around. There is danger of forest fires, you must be aware of.

 

My son is shooting these balls of fire out of a small 'Roman Candle'. These would only fire a round about 3 meters, then hit the ground and go out. He points and fires this Roman Candle at my mother house. When I noticed him doing so. I direct him to a large empty area, which is the intended firing range. Saying "Shoot That Way Joshua". He is so excited he starts to shoot at a ditch full of dried grass.

 

I think, he needs a target, to give him focus. About 21 meters away is a flag pole with the countries flag on it. Knowing the 'Roman Candle' will only shoot 3 meters. I say "shoot at the flag". My youngest nephew then, without me knowing, runs to his oldest brother of 18. A football player.

 

The oldest nephew comes out making a scene, inspecting the flag. Like he is a patriot.

 

Before I tell more this story, I will say this. I was in the military as a foot soldier, honorable, my father in the military, honorable, even my grandfather serviced in the military, honorability. Neither my sisters husband or any know relative of his family ever serviced in the military. Who's the patriot here?

 

The oldest nephew then walks over to his uncle, whom just let him enjoy a hotrod car with his girlfriend unsupervised. Whom just broke his spinal column, 3 months early, and obviously can not walk very well. He then in full swing hits me in the jaw. When I hit the ground, he then kicks me braking a few ribs. How could this happen? What is wrong with my sister and her family?

 

I leave in my truck. I go to a vacant cemetery about 5 kilometers away. I pray earnestly to the Lord, for understand. The Lord tells me to go to the police, as I question Him. No my own nephew?

 

At 7am I file a report.

I could not live at my mother home anymore. I then stay just a month with my Aunt. Driving 112 kilometers, still taking my son to day care while I worked each day. I used the money I had gotten during my work absents to buy a house, on time (Down payment and closing cost).

 

The attack of September 11, 2001 had hurt the US economy greatly. A corporation, had bought the company I worked for, only 2 years early. This corporation had already spent a lot of money remapping the company structure. Now with the great stock market losses TXU decides to sell. It begins over the course of 45 days, or so, laying off, most of the personal. When an employee is 'Laid Off' it is done so because of the company lack of money to pay the personal, not because of a persons’ actions.

 

Black Friday, they called 50 or more employees to one conference room. The announcement was "You all no longer have a job, but you have 14 days to gather all your personal affects from the building".

 

As I was leaving the conference room I was approached by the security director, my supervisor, and a body guard. They told me I have to leave now. I could not touch the computer, and all my belongings were inspected before I put them in a box. That box, I would carry out the door.

 

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"Part 4"

 

From this time on, to hell I am now a marked man.

 

I was excited, proud, and amazed, of that The Lord had showed me. I had been through a lot of stress with the devoice, and the seeking of answers from The Lord. I decide to 'go out', something I had not done in a long time.

 

I go to an expensive Susi restaurant, while having two or three glasses of wine at dinner. I learned I do not like Susi, I did not eat much. Then to a club to dance. I had no interest in the other people. Just to dance and enjoy. At about 11pm I felt I have had more alcohol then I needed. I drive some 65 kilometers to where I would exit the highway for my mom's house. I think no, I will make just one pass through town just to see the life there.

 

I am driving faster than the legal speed. I see a police car parked on the side of the highway as I pass it. I just pull over and wait for him, no need to chase me, I knew how fast I was going. I gather my insurance and driving license information. I see in my rear view mirror the police car pull in behind my, now parked car. Only then does he turn on his hazard lights. He asked me to step out, and walk to the back of the car. I do this without struggle, or any limit of physical ability. He was thinking I had been drinking alcohol somewhere. He then asked me to do tricks, as you would a monkey. The monkey did not perform as he thought it should have.

 

I am taken to jail. Yet I was not drunk.

 

I am still working for a large telecommunications company as drafter and programmer. Sitting at my desk, behind the blank canvas of a computer screen. I pray, "Lord this organization needs a symbol, that signifies You, what do You Want it to be".

 

Then as if my hand was guided by an outside force. I draw this.MIA Symbol

 

I move out of my mothers house, get an apartment, just me and my son.

 

Hand of God:

 

One night my son is sitting watching television; I am sitting on the couch behind him. All of a sudden I feel sadness, great sadness. It gets to the point I can not just sit on the couch; I have to lay down. Just before I do lay down on the bed, I look at the clock. This is something I have learned to do, when strange things like this happen.

 

Once I do lay down, the sadness becomes overwhelming. I curl into a fetal type position, and start to cry. I cry, I am wailing in tears, like never before in my life, and I doubt I ever will again. Then it just stops.

 

I wipe the tears off my face, and wonder "What Was That". I get off the bed and stand up. I see my 5-year-old son standing in the bedroom doorway. He tells me "There was a giant Hand in that room daddy". Not understanding it fully, but knowing it was a good thing, I say "You don't have to worry about that hand ".

 

Latter in my life I have tried to decipher the meaning of this. And Just Now and not just now, I understand. What this was, was God Himself showing me how sad He is for the many years of heart ache that are to come. Wow, I get it.

 

I get a computer somehow, someway, I get online at my apartment. I talk to a few people. I met this one woman, that her father was killed by the mafia. The whole time I am writing her. I wake up at 3am, with her on my mind, this went on each night.

 

She tells me a story of her late sister. She explains she was devout to the Lord. This woman was in deep depression over the loss of her sister. I just read her story, and gave my thought on it. I did come to realize, that is was her sister that kept waking up me at 3am. This is what I told her. "That her sister wanted her to stop mourning her, she was happy beyond happy, and to Not Cry for her anymore."

 

These words where not my own. I can not explain this, and I don't understand how this is possible.

 

I meet another woman online, her name was Autumn. Very attractive, and holding on to my every word. Someone that I thought loved me.

 

I go to her parent’s home for dinner many times. See her mother and see her step-father #3. I respect them and their home. They have plenty of time to talk to me, but little was ever said.

 

I think I am in love, was I? I did not consult The Lord about this woman either.

 

We date for 7 months, and decide to marry. Within just a month of marriage she starts to look physically unhealthy. I don't know why? I start to cook even more nutritious meals, the pattern continues. Six more weeks pass, and now she is a skeleton with skin. I take her to the doctor to be examined. I speak with him. He tells me, he does not find anything wrong.

 

One night, only within a day of the doctors visit. After dinner I hear her in the bathroom. The sound of sickness, as someone regurgitating. I walk into the bathroom, and she looks at me in the most frightened sense. I say "Why do I see a scared little girl in from of me?" I am confused.

 

I would always come home for lunch each day, as my place of employment was not far away. I come home this day to find her in our bed, she looks very near death. We argue, Lord forgive me, I am confused. I say this to her and I am forever sorry. "I want a divorce" She says to me "You don't love me". I leave, knowing I will never see her alive again.

 

Now is when I remember the times she told me "When she was 5, her step father would have her dance naked before his 8-year-old son" What mother would allow this? I remember now, only now, all the things she told me of her cruel mother and her cruel sister.

 

At her funeral, her mother tells me "We have been knowing this would happen for a long time" "Did you know that we were told by a doctor, that if she got in a relationship she would be dead within 3 months?" "Did you know she was a bulimic?"

 

A day or two after she is placed in the ground. Her mother calls over and over asking me, to pay for the cost of the funeral.

 

I am not fully over the death of my wife yet, not just yet. I do know I have to move on.

 

I remember the vision The Lord gave me, and that is what gives me strength. He has told me more little by little, since the vision he gave me, in ways I can not explain. It is my understanding The Lord will form an organization to represent His Church. An organization of global proportions.

 

I somehow find my way to a car that was 'for sale'. It is a fast car, one with a supercharger on it. Very pretty. I allow my oldest nephew, my sisters first son, to drive it back to my mother’s house. Just him and his girlfriend. I did not follow him and I let him take his time.

 

With 7 days of owning the car I have the above symbol printed at a print shop. It was made to withstand for 5 years in the direct sunlight and not lose any color. I knew I wanted to put a scripture under it, I searched and this passage was the one that seemed to fit. I put these words under it.

 

Matthew 10:34

Jesus says;

"Think Not That I have come to bring peace. I have Not come to bring peace, but a sword". Latter I learn this was a prophecy regarding me and my family.

 

I was still in mourning the death of my late wife I would drink whiskey more than I should have from time to time. This day I have had about 0.5 liters of whiskey, which is my limit. I know, I left my mom's house in this car and drove out the driveway and that is all I can remember. The next thing I do remember is waking up in a hospital, 9 days’ later. I had hit a tree at approximately 80 kph. I was wearing a safety belt, and still I go through the wind shield.

 

I was told that my brother-in-law's sister was passing by when all the police and emergency personal were waiting for a rescue helicopter to arrive. She parks her car, and walks into the accident scene. Opens the passenger side door and sits down, I am still in the drivers’ seat of the car, unconscious. She places her hands on the back of my neck and prays for my healing. She says that the surge of power that came through her that was unexplainable. She simply goes back to her car and leaves, with no one seeing her.

 

I was in a wheel chair for 45 days, and bolts in my head for 90. I was paid 1/2 pay, during my leave of absence, by the company that I worked for. This gave me a good amount of money. I return to work after the bolts where removed. I have a new boss, making him my 5th direct supervisor that I had had during my employment.

 

I have a new boss, making him my 5th direct supervisor that I had had during my employment. Before he was ever a supervisor, this man had created some simple programs using AutoLISP (AutoCAD's programming language). In his command prompts responses, he would write "Get IT Right Stupid" when you would choose a wrong way of applying a command. The people using this program at that time had very little computer experience. Which made them even shyer of the computer. I removed this right way, when building my programming system. He worked as a regular employee, not supervising anyone, at that time he wrote these horrible responses and place in a program.

 

Now he is my supervisor. He sees the program I created and its reach.

 

He runs a diagnostic program, on the programming system I created. This diagnostic program would test each line of programming code, checking each lines functions, almost like a virus checker.

 

He tells me, in a surprised way that it took 3 1/2 hours to check each line. This is an abnormally long time. The program I created was huge.

 

Several years’ latter The Lord reminds me of the 3 1/2 hours my former supervisor said regarding my program. The statement stands out in my mind, I pray about this often. The question of why the Anti-Christ breaks the treaty with Israel after 3 1/2 years, stays on my mind.

 

Daniel 9:27

He will confirm a covenant with many for one ‘seven.’ In the middle of the ‘seven’ he will put an end to sacrifice and offering. And at the temple he will set up an abomination that causes desolation, until the end that is decreed is poured out on him.

 

Why would he even need a treaty with 'little Israel'.

 

Over time I start to learn a new way to create a computer programming language. This new language is self-creating, it is an entity. It thinks on it own, and would be control by only one source. Impossible to Hack.

 

Every computer system, on every device made by the origination, The Lord's Origination, would be using this entity. The entity protects from evil, wrong doing, on every device we sells. Everyone will want the devices we sell, they are guaranteed to last forever, if they break bring it back, and we replace it, for free. Using our devices, a person can control any other device sold by anyone else. iPad to any TV, Anything to anything. From one device, the one we sell.

 

Somehow Israel, will be in command of this entity, after us or with us, I don't know yet. What I do know, is this entity is one reason it takes 3 1/2 years before the Anti-Christ breaks the treaty with Israel.

 

It’s my son birthday, he is age 5. 7 days before this day I had had the 4 bolts that held the 'Hallow' (device to keep the spine straight) removed. My neck was weak; it had not held any weight in 90 days. I could walk, but very weakly.

 

I buy many fireworks to have a show for my son. My youngest nephew is also enjoying fireworks, as anyone was welcomed to fire them. Everything is dry at this time. This is the country with lots of dried grass around. There is danger of forest fires, you must be aware of.

 

My son is shooting these balls of fire out of a small 'Roman Candle'. These would only fire a round about 3 meters, then hit the ground and go out. He points and fires this Roman Candle at my mother house. When I noticed him doing so. I direct him to a large empty area, which is the intended firing range. Saying "Shoot That Way Joshua". He is so excited he starts to shoot at a ditch full of dried grass.

 

I think, he needs a target, to give him focus. About 21 meters away is a flag pole with the countries flag on it. Knowing the 'Roman Candle' will only shoot 3 meters. I say "shoot at the flag". My youngest nephew then, without me knowing, runs to his oldest brother of 18. A football player.

 

The oldest nephew comes out making a scene, inspecting the flag. Like he is a patriot.

 

Before I tell more this story, I will say this. I was in the military as a foot soldier, honorable, my father in the military, honorable, even my grandfather serviced in the military, honorability. Neither my sisters husband or any know relative of his family ever serviced in the military. Who's the patriot here?

 

The oldest nephew then walks over to his uncle, whom just let him enjoy a hotrod car with his girlfriend unsupervised. Whom just broke his spinal column, 3 months early, and obviously can not walk very well. He then in full swing hits me in the jaw. When I hit the ground, he then kicks me braking a few ribs. How could this happen? What is wrong with my sister and her family?

 

I leave in my truck. I go to a vacant cemetery about 5 kilometers away. I pray earnestly to the Lord, for understand. The Lord tells me to go to the police, as I question Him. No my own nephew?

 

At 7am I file a report.

I could not live at my mother home anymore. I then stay just a month with my Aunt. Driving 112 kilometers, still taking my son to day care while I worked each day. I used the money I had gotten during my work absents to buy a house, on time (Down payment and closing cost).

 

The attack of September 11, 2001 had hurt the US economy greatly. A corporation, had bought the company I worked for, only 2 years early. This corporation had already spent a lot of money remapping the company structure. Now with the great stock market losses TXU decides to sell. It begins over the course of 45 days, or so, laying off, most of the personal. When an employee is 'Laid Off' it is done so because of the company lack of money to pay the personal, not because of a persons’ actions.

 

Black Friday, they called 50 or more employees to one conference room. The announcement was "You all no longer have a job, but you have 14 days to gather all your personal affects from the building".

 

As I was leaving the conference room I was approached by the security director, my supervisor, and a body guard. They told me I have to leave now. I could not touch the computer, and all my belongings were inspected before I put them in a box. That box, I would carry out the door.

 

 

"Part 4"

 

From this time on, to hell I am now a marked man.

 

I was excited, proud, and amazed, of that The Lord had showed me. I had been through a lot of stress with the devoice, and the seeking of answers from The Lord. I decide to 'go out', something I had not done in a long time.

 

I go to an expensive Susi restaurant, while having two or three glasses of wine at dinner. I learned I do not like Susi, I did not eat much. Then to a club to dance. I had no interest in the other people. Just to dance and enjoy. At about 11pm I felt I have had more alcohol then I needed. I drive some 65 kilometers to where I would exit the highway for my mom's house. I think no, I will make just one pass through town just to see the life there.

 

I am driving faster than the legal speed. I see a police car parked on the side of the highway as I pass it. I just pull over and wait for him, no need to chase me, I knew how fast I was going. I gather my insurance and driving license information. I see in my rear view mirror the police car pull in behind my, now parked car. Only then does he turn on his hazard lights. He asked me to step out, and walk to the back of the car. I do this without struggle, or any limit of physical ability. He was thinking I had been drinking alcohol somewhere. He then asked me to do tricks, as you would a monkey. The monkey did not perform as he thought it should have.

 

I am taken to jail. Yet I was not drunk.

 

I am still working for a large telecommunications company as drafter and programmer. Sitting at my desk, behind the blank canvas of a computer screen. I pray, "Lord this organization needs a symbol, that signifies You, what do You Want it to be".

 

Then as if my hand was guided by an outside force. I draw this.MIA Symbol

 

I move out of my mothers house, get an apartment, just me and my son.

 

Hand of God:

 

One night my son is sitting watching television; I am sitting on the couch behind him. All of a sudden I feel sadness, great sadness. It gets to the point I can not just sit on the couch; I have to lay down. Just before I do lay down on the bed, I look at the clock. This is something I have learned to do, when strange things like this happen.

 

Once I do lay down, the sadness becomes overwhelming. I curl into a fetal type position, and start to cry. I cry, I am wailing in tears, like never before in my life, and I doubt I ever will again. Then it just stops.

 

I wipe the tears off my face, and wonder "What Was That". I get off the bed and stand up. I see my 5-year-old son standing in the bedroom doorway. He tells me "There was a giant Hand in that room daddy". Not understanding it fully, but knowing it was a good thing, I say "You don't have to worry about that hand ".

 

Latter in my life I have tried to decipher the meaning of this. And Just Now and not just now, I understand. What this was, was God Himself showing me how sad He is for the many years of heart ache that are to come. Wow, I get it.

 

I get a computer somehow, someway, I get online at my apartment. I talk to a few people. I met this one woman, that her father was killed by the mafia. The whole time I am writing her. I wake up at 3am, with her on my mind, this went on each night.

 

She tells me a story of her late sister. She explains she was devout to the Lord. This woman was in deep depression over the loss of her sister. I just read her story, and gave my thought on it. I did come to realize, that is was her sister that kept waking up me at 3am. This is what I told her. "That her sister wanted her to stop mourning her, she was happy beyond happy, and to Not Cry for her anymore."

 

These words where not my own. I can not explain this, and I don't understand how this is possible.

 

I meet another woman online, her name was Autumn. Very attractive, and holding on to my every word. Someone that I thought loved me.

 

I go to her parent’s home for dinner many times. See her mother and see her step-father #3. I respect them and their home. They have plenty of time to talk to me, but little was ever said.

 

I think I am in love, was I? I did not consult The Lord about this woman either.

 

We date for 7 months, and decide to marry. Within just a month of marriage she starts to look physically unhealthy. I don't know why? I start to cook even more nutritious meals, the pattern continues. Six more weeks pass, and now she is a skeleton with skin. I take her to the doctor to be examined. I speak with him. He tells me, he does not find anything wrong.

 

One night, only within a day of the doctors visit. After dinner I hear her in the bathroom. The sound of sickness, as someone regurgitating. I walk into the bathroom, and she looks at me in the most frightened sense. I say "Why do I see a scared little girl in from of me?" I am confused.

 

I would always come home for lunch each day, as my place of employment was not far away. I come home this day to find her in our bed, she looks very near death. We argue, Lord forgive me, I am confused. I say this to her and I am forever sorry. "I want a divorce" She says to me "You don't love me". I leave, knowing I will never see her alive again.

 

Now is when I remember the times she told me "When she was 5, her step father would have her dance naked before his 8-year-old son" What mother would allow this? I remember now, only now, all the things she told me of her cruel mother and her cruel sister.

 

At her funeral, her mother tells me "We have been knowing this would happen for a long time" "Did you know that we were told by a doctor, that if she got in a relationship she would be dead within 3 months?" "Did you know she was a bulimic?"

 

A day or two after she is placed in the ground. Her mother calls over and over asking me, to pay for the cost of the funeral.

 

I am not fully over the death of my wife yet, not just yet. I do know I have to move on.

 

I remember the vision The Lord gave me, and that is what gives me strength. He has told me more little by little, since the vision he gave me, in ways I can not explain. It is my understanding The Lord will form an organization to represent His Church. An organization of global proportions.

 

I somehow find my way to a car that was 'for sale'. It is a fast car, one with a supercharger on it. Very pretty. I allow my oldest nephew, my sisters first son, to drive it back to my mother’s house. Just him and his girlfriend. I did not follow him and I let him take his time.

 

With 7 days of owning the car I have the above symbol printed at a print shop. It was made to withstand for 5 years in the direct sunlight and not lose any color. I knew I wanted to put a scripture under it, I searched and this passage was the one that seemed to fit. I put these words under it.

 

Matthew 10:34

Jesus says;

"Think Not That I have come to bring peace. I have Not come to bring peace, but a sword". Latter I learn this was a prophecy regarding me and my family.

 

I was still in mourning the death of my late wife I would drink whiskey more than I should have from time to time. This day I have had about 0.5 liters of whiskey, which is my limit. I know, I left my mom's house in this car and drove out the driveway and that is all I can remember. The next thing I do remember is waking up in a hospital, 9 days’ later. I had hit a tree at approximately 80 kph. I was wearing a safety belt, and still I go through the wind shield.

 

I was told that my brother-in-law's sister was passing by when all the police and emergency personal were waiting for a rescue helicopter to arrive. She parks her car, and walks into the accident scene. Opens the passenger side door and sits down, I am still in the drivers’ seat of the car, unconscious. She places her hands on the back of my neck and prays for my healing. She says that the surge of power that came through her that was unexplainable. She simply goes back to her car and leaves, with no one seeing her.

 

I was in a wheel chair for 45 days, and bolts in my head for 90. I was paid 1/2 pay, during my leave of absence, by the company that I worked for. This gave me a good amount of money. I return to work after the bolts where removed. I have a new boss, making him my 5th direct supervisor that I had had during my employment.

 

I have a new boss, making him my 5th direct supervisor that I had had during my employment. Before he was ever a supervisor, this man had created some simple programs using AutoLISP (AutoCAD's programming language). In his command prompts responses, he would write "Get IT Right Stupid" when you would choose a wrong way of applying a command. The people using this program at that time had very little computer experience. Which made them even shyer of the computer. I removed this right way, when building my programming system. He worked as a regular employee, not supervising anyone, at that time he wrote these horrible responses and place in a program.

 

Now he is my supervisor. He sees the program I created and its reach.

 

He runs a diagnostic program, on the programming system I created. This diagnostic program would test each line of programming code, checking each lines functions, almost like a virus checker.

 

He tells me, in a surprised way that it took 3 1/2 hours to check each line. This is an abnormally long time. The program I created was huge.

 

Several years’ latter The Lord reminds me of the 3 1/2 hours my former supervisor said regarding my program. The statement stands out in my mind, I pray about this often. The question of why the Anti-Christ breaks the treaty with Israel after 3 1/2 years, stays on my mind.

 

Daniel 9:27

He will confirm a covenant with many for one ‘seven.’ In the middle of the ‘seven’ he will put an end to sacrifice and offering. And at the temple he will set up an abomination that causes desolation, until the end that is decreed is poured out on him.

 

Why would he even need a treaty with 'little Israel'.

 

Over time I start to learn a new way to create a computer programming language. This new language is self-creating, it is an entity. It thinks on it own, and would be control by only one source. Impossible to Hack.

 

Every computer system, on every device made by the origination, The Lord's Origination, would be using this entity. The entity protects from evil, wrong doing, on every device we sells. Everyone will want the devices we sell, they are guaranteed to last forever, if they break bring it back, and we replace it, for free. Using our devices, a person can control any other device sold by anyone else. iPad to any TV, Anything to anything. From one device, the one we sell.

 

Somehow Israel, will be in command of this entity, after us or with us, I don't know yet. What I do know, is this entity is one reason it takes 3 1/2 years before the Anti-Christ breaks the treaty with Israel.

 

It’s my son birthday, he is age 5. 7 days before this day I had had the 4 bolts that held the 'Hallow' (device to keep the spine straight) removed. My neck was weak; it had not held any weight in 90 days. I could walk, but very weakly.

 

I buy many fireworks to have a show for my son. My youngest nephew is also enjoying fireworks, as anyone was welcomed to fire them. Everything is dry at this time. This is the country with lots of dried grass around. There is danger of forest fires, you must be aware of.

 

My son is shooting these balls of fire out of a small 'Roman Candle'. These would only fire a round about 3 meters, then hit the ground and go out. He points and fires this Roman Candle at my mother house. When I noticed him doing so. I direct him to a large empty area, which is the intended firing range. Saying "Shoot That Way Joshua". He is so excited he starts to shoot at a ditch full of dried grass.

 

I think, he needs a target, to give him focus. About 21 meters away is a flag pole with the countries flag on it. Knowing the 'Roman Candle' will only shoot 3 meters. I say "shoot at the flag". My youngest nephew then, without me knowing, runs to his oldest brother of 18. A football player.

 

The oldest nephew comes out making a scene, inspecting the flag. Like he is a patriot.

 

Before I tell more this story, I will say this. I was in the military as a foot soldier, honorable, my father in the military, honorable, even my grandfather serviced in the military, honorability. Neither my sisters husband or any know relative of his family ever serviced in the military. Who's the patriot here?

 

The oldest nephew then walks over to his uncle, whom just let him enjoy a hotrod car with his girlfriend unsupervised. Whom just broke his spinal column, 3 months early, and obviously can not walk very well. He then in full swing hits me in the jaw. When I hit the ground, he then kicks me braking a few ribs. How could this happen? What is wrong with my sister and her family?

 

I leave in my truck. I go to a vacant cemetery about 5 kilometers away. I pray earnestly to the Lord, for understand. The Lord tells me to go to the police, as I question Him. No my own nephew?

 

At 7am I file a report.

I could not live at my mother home anymore. I then stay just a month with my Aunt. Driving 112 kilometers, still taking my son to day care while I worked each day. I used the money I had gotten during my work absents to buy a house, on time (Down payment and closing cost).

 

The attack of September 11, 2001 had hurt the US economy greatly. A corporation, had bought the company I worked for, only 2 years early. This corporation had already spent a lot of money remapping the company structure. Now with the great stock market losses TXU decides to sell. It begins over the course of 45 days, or so, laying off, most of the personal. When an employee is 'Laid Off' it is done so because of the company lack of money to pay the personal, not because of a persons’ actions.

 

Black Friday, they called 50 or more employees to one conference room. The announcement was "You all no longer have a job, but you have 14 days to gather all your personal affects from the building".

 

As I was leaving the conference room I was approached by the security director, my supervisor, and a body guard. They told me I have to leave now. I could not touch the computer, and all my belongings were inspected before I put them in a box. That box, I would carry out the door.

 

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