High-Low Split

Like Shakespeare never wrote the same line twice, no two of God's military movements have ever been the same.
 
That we now have three movements of approximately the same pattern is quite unique, and I have been puzzling over this as I have been looking at this group of military movements, now code-named "High-Low Split".
 
High-Low Split is a pattern of nine attacks repeated three times, or a total of 27 attacks.  We saw yesterday that the first series of attacks appears to be on the Jews, and if this is correct the next two series of attacks can be expected to be on the Christians and the Muslims, but their order is yet unknown to me.
 
I think it is best today that I focus on how I have come to say God will destroy Jerusalem.
 
As I do so, keep in mind the famed judgement of Solomon when two women claimed motherhood of the same infant and Solomon said he would cut the infant in half and give each woman half; and understand that three religions claim Jerusalem, the three religions I have reported to be targeted by God for edification.
 
Also, keep in mind the stakes here.  Without the intervention of God the human being will have killed the planet Earth by 2065; and none of the three religions has turned its attention to the health of this planet, but rather all three continue in their pattern of mutual contempt and slaughter.
 
We have established a metaphor for these three religions, that of three samurai in the slow-motion process of being killed by a fourth samurai.
 
The first part of that metaphor had the right hand (code-named "Paw") of the defeated samurai being severed, and we saw recorded in this work how God severed three hands instead of one, thus telling us there are three attacks instead of one as I had thought.
 
New readers can see this small part of my proof of the existence of God by reading back entries from "Severing the Paw".
 
The second movement in this samurai metaphor had the defeated samurai receiving a cut by the sword of the victor going from the top of the head to between the testicles, slicing each samurai in half.
 
I pointed out nine points of passage within these cuts, which I called Split Your Skull, Slice Your Brain, Damn Your Eyes, Cut Your Nose, Split Your Mouth, Take Your Breath, Beat Your Heart, Gut Your Soul and Kill Your Seed.
 
These points of passage are very important in the tracking this magnificent military action of God, and you will see them appear in the news in the order they are listed.
 
You should consider these three attacks contained in High-Low Split to be a major movement by God in God's campaign to save the Earth from the human being.
 
I know it puts Christians and Jews into a tizzy when I say I talk to God, and the Christians and the Jews have kept me so isolated from the Muslims I do not know what the Muslims think about this; so I thought I might go through the step by step stages that led to my understanding that God is saying Jerusalem is the first target of these three attack patterns.
 
(As I write this today, my neighbor next door is torturing me regularly with America's cowardly and fascist torture-cough.)
 
God has been telling me about God's military operations since January 1, 1963, and the Christians and Jews have held me in a state of torture-enslavement since approximately 1972.  This state of torture-enslavement has modified God's way of speaking to me somewhat.
 
During that time God has told me about many events before they took place, to some extent to help me pass through this torture-enslavement with my mind, body and spirit intact, but also to help me fulfill the commission God gave me, that being to write The Obituary of the World.
 
In telling me of future events, God gives me codes, and I naturally try to guess the meanings of the codes before the codes are played out.  This is not unlike myself as a small boy hoisting and shaking my Christmas packages in attempts to guess what was in them.  Sometimes I guessed right and sometimes I guessed wrong, but Christmas always came.
 
So it is with the codes God gives me.  Sometimes I guess right and sometimes I guess wrong, and except for rare occasions when events are canceled these codes have been accurate since January 1, 1963.
 
So, I had been puzzling over the nine stages in the first of the of the three attacks; and I had concluded I knew the meaning of the third stage, Damn Your Eyes, but God kept saying, "But Virgil, what is the meaning of the first stage, Split Your Skull?"
 
Having come to understand God's style, I was thinking, "Well, a skull-shaped object will crack, and that cracking will make news."
 
This "making news" is part of the ground rules established between God and I long ago when I needed the confirmation in the news or in personal experience so I would understand that I was not hallucinating my conversation God.
 
The first use of this news-confirmation of a code came out of the code given me on January 1, 1963.  The code was "Mount Fuji", and the code was repeated off and on until a British commercial airliner crashed into Mount Fuji a little over two years later.
 
The first personal experience confirmation was the appearance of a dollar bill out of thin air, as I told you in the entry entitled "100 Pennies From Heaven".
 
So, bringing you up to date, I was pondering the code Split Your Skull and I was thinking that perhaps the dome of the capitol building in D.C. might crack, and God interjected and said, "No, Virgil, think about the Little Miracle I gave you in Jerusalem".
 
I know some readers enjoy stories of the Little Miracles God has given me over the years, so I think they might enjoy this story.  I told this story on the WriterBytes site America shut down, so I hope readers going back that far will forgive this repetition.
 
So, there I was in the early Seventies, my audible telepathy just hatched and me surrounded by 300 million Americans who were being mean as snakes to me; and as I have told you before, I decided to take a trip around the world and see how I might be treated elsewhere.
 
In the course of this trip England slavishly played America's snake, France treated me very good, Italy treated me pretty good, Israel treated me like I was something brown and smelly on the souls of its shoes, India tried to set me up for a prison sentence at least twice, Thailand was no so bad, and Singapore imprisoned me at the behest of the U.S. State Department.
 
Despite Israel's maltreatment of me, my visit was to the footsteps of Jesus not to non-existent Jewish hospitality and as such it was a beautiful awakening, perhaps better told a little later in this work.
 
In the course of my wanderings in and around the old city of Jerusalem, realizing as I sometimes do when I visit cities of long history that I had been there before, I being a re-incarnating soldier of God, I discovered a little cul-de-sac in the wall near the Java Gate, in inside it was a beautiful overgrown garden and, to me, the most peaceful place in all of Israel.
 
I would go there once in a while to sit on a rock and think about this and that, and one day while I was sitting facing the wall made up of huge stones one of the stones cracked right before my eyes.
 
How many thousands of years had that stone been there, through how many sieges of the Jerusalem, through how many hot days and cold nights, I do not know; but that stone cracked then and there right before my eyes.
 
Well, I am not stupid, I knew God did that for me and did that for a reason; and if it was for no other reason than to remind me God was with me that was reason enough.  Now, as it turns out, there was a much larger reason behind that Little Miracle.
 
So, back to the present, I am still surrounded by 300 million Americans who are as mean as snakes to me, and Jews still treat me like I am something brown and smelly on the souls of their shoes, and I am trying to figure out what Split Your Skull means; and God says to me, "Virgil, think about the Little Miracle I gave you in Jerusalem."
 
Well, Dear Reader, perhaps you can see how the cracking of the stone fits the "cracking" in a dome I was looking for; and as I mulled that, God asked me to listen for a few minutes.
 
There is this thing God and I do, and I think you can do it with God too if you like; I lie down in a position that takes me into a sleep-wake state, where my body is floating and my mind is calm and barely awake, and God then can tell me what God wants to tell me without me interrupting.
 
When Americans learned of this form of communication between God and I they began their now common practice of striking me with false coughs and other noises when I am in that state.
 
I may return to that subject soon when I talk about the third stage of this first attack, Damn Your Eyes, and about the damnation of a person next door, whose death was thought to be from an accidental fall, but who in fact was killed by an Angel in response to the torture I get from that household.   
 
So at God's request I went into that state, and the neighbors perhaps otherwise occupied did not strike me, and God said, "Virgil, the skull will be cracked in Jerusalem"; and I asked if that meant the famous Muslim dome there would be cracked; and God said, "No, Virgil, I am going to destroy Jerusalem."
 
At this point both the neighbors and my co-renter began striking me, but too late, the message was received.
 
Immediately after receiving the message I turned on my computer and relayed it to you in yesterday's report entitled, "O Jerusalem".
 
As we proceed, remember Dear Reader, damnation is the atomic bomb of space war.