Big Attack Coming Down

 
I have a lot of information to give you today.  Bear with me, it might save your life and it might save your soul.
 
For several weeks I have been tracking a huge attack on the United States of America.
 
I have tracked many attacks on America in the past, but always in vain; the attacks took place and Americans died.
 
Two of those trackings seem worth mentioning again at this time, one being the attack that destroyed the space shuttle Challenger, still wrongly considered to have been an accident, the other being the 9/11 attack.
 
My advance documentations of those two events were so well done that, had I not been America's Whipping Boy, both events could have been prevented.  I know America cannot face this; it loves too much smirking at me; it is too cowardly to look this truth in the eye.
 
So, in the face of that smirk and despite that cowardice, I will further document the shuddering attack now approaching America.  If things go as they usually go, Americans will die; then I will say I-told-you-so; then America will try to hide from the truth I have presented.
 
I suggest at this time America change its policy toward me before this attack takes place.  That is, I suggest America emancipate me and compensate me for some 35 years of torture-enslavement.
 
(I know, I know, America has a sweet name for the evil it has done to me, but torture-enslavement by any other name is still torture-enslavement.)
 
To tell you about this coming attack I must touch on how God and I talk together.
 
I do not know why God speaks to me in such different terms than literally thousands of fundamentalist Christians claim God speaks to them.  I shall not editorialize on that at this time, that is a subject for another time when I might be allowed to speak in freedom in American Christian churches; but I will record for you how God and I work together in these trackings of human and global events.
 
I do not get the whole story from God at one time, but rather I am told about a coming event in a series of messages, a string of pearls which I tend to cast before Swine America.
 
The first pearl in the string about this huge attack was a conversation between God and I in which God expressed anger at America's murder of my children.  I know America does not call it murder, at best America calls it prevention, but I tend to side with God in this.
 
The second pearl was God's telling me some seven days in advance about the body of the infant being found on a Long Island street.  This one infant is, I suggest, of great importance to God, an importance which I shall try to explain to you as this demonstration moves along.
 
In these two pearls you can see the theme of the coming attack:  dead innocent children.
 
When I was in San Francisco a few weeks ago, when I was in San Francisco being brutalized by the psycho-fascist citizens of that homosexual city, I telepathically advised parents in San Francisco to take their children out of town.  That, too, was a pearl before swine.
 
Later I documented in this homelessness-fractured work what I called the "amputation" of San Francisco, and since that time I have been examining what I call the "blast zone" from that amputation, that blast zone running like a cone from the doomed city southward toward Bakersfield, and compressed somewhat along the coast toward Los Angeles.
 
At this time I do not know what the blast zone is, perhaps refugees fleeing a plague, perhaps radioactive fallout, perhaps something else.  I will almost certainly know what the blast zone is before the amputation takes place.
 
This is the skeleton of what I know, now let's add some flesh and sinew.
 
To that end, I have been asked to continue talking about the infant road kill found on Long Island, and point out that the mother of that child treated the infant very much like my country treated me when my third eye came in, when I became audibly telepathic; and to further point out that just as that infant is so mangled that even her sex cannot be determined, I am also mangled beyond recognition.
 
I suggest this is a very important comparison in terms of America's relationship with God.  I will try to explain.
 
Had America not tortured and enslaved me for these past 35 years I would be much different from what I am now, certainly in terms of my health, my wealth, my children, my wife and my home, but also in terms of my opinion of the United States of America.
 
I sometimes wonder if America was so wicked to me because it wanted to kill my love for America.  If so, well, well done, America.
 
The American people look at me now, after over three decades of having tortured and enslaved me, and they think what I am is what I would have been had I been allowed to live free, but I would be much, much different; and so would America be much, much different.
 
You see, had I been free, Challenger would not have been lost; had I been free, the 9/11 attack would not have been successful and all the fascist follies that have followed it would not have taken place; but here's the rub, I feel no pain whatever about 9/11, no sorrow for the dead, no empathy for those loved ones they left behind, because America has tortured the love and empathy out of me.
 
You see, I could not have worked in the World Trade Center without being tormented every moment by my co-workers; I could not have walked down a New York street, ridden the subway, eaten in a restaurant, lived in an apartment, made love to a woman, without New Yorkers constantly playing the torture-the-Telepath game.
 
You see, a New Yorker jumping out of a window and plummeting 80 stories to smack into concrete in order to avoid burning to death in a horrifying inferno is a different thing to me than it is to you.  To you, that is an American; to me that is a torturer.
 
The point here is, you Americans expect to be loved without being loveable.
 
To me, when I hear Jihad Muslims calling America "The Great Satan" I have to admit, Well, America is certainly satanic to me.
 
To me, when I pick up on what American Christians think of me, and I think of how those Christians have hounded me out of the Christian churches and then say I do not go to church, I have to admit, Well, American Christians are certainly satanic to me.
 
To me, when I see how America is murdering Muslim babies left and right, I have to admit, Well, America has murdered my children.
 
The thing about America is that it thinks it can do evil and still be good, as if its goodness gives it license to be evil.
 
You Americans see nothing at all evil in murdering me slowly with noise torture, poverty, homelessness and despair; in fact you think it is very clever to murder me in this way, so great the accomplishment to be so totally united in this way.
 
This torture-murder is, to the American people, an accomplishment.  To God, it is Satan's fingerprint.
 
What I am suggesting here is that the microcosm of America's fascist torture-murder of me extends to the macrocosm of America's growing fascism around the world.  That is, America's torture-enslavement of me is not an exception to its normal behavior; it is the norm; that is, what America does in its secret and semi-secret torture-prisons around the world, is exactly, precisely what it has done to me right here at home for over three decades.
 
God has eyes.  God is not stupid.  God sees the armless, legless, lifeless Muslim children run over by American tanks, dead and damaged because of the ball of war America put into play with its stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq, and God does not share in America's sense of nobility of purpose in this.
 
God has eyes.  God is not stupid.  God sees the agony Americans cause me with such smug glee, and God knows I do not deserve that agony.
 
Now, back to the dead baby God told me about a week before she was found, while she was still in the cold, unloving womb of her mother.  There is always a kind of poetry in what God tells me, a poetry that unfolds as the story is better known.
 
There is a very beautiful custom in the community in which that dead baby was found.  The person who found her can name her (and the last I read her naming was awaiting the determination of her sex) and all found-dead infants are given the same last name, "Hope", after the name of the cemetery where all such human beings are buried together.
 
I find that to be a lovely custom, but there is something else to this I must tell you, and it takes form when you understand that God knew of that custom just as God knew of that infant's fate, and when you understand that God, the one and only true God, compares the treatment of that infant with America's treatment of me.
 
As it turns out, the mother of the infant abandoned Unknown Hope; and America, too, abandoned Unknown Hope.
 
What is lost is lost; once the wrong turn is taken the right turn is impossible, once the stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq was committed, the intelligent and democratic choice was lost.
 
This brings you up to date on the codes I know about the coming incredibly devastating attack on the United States...but for one more thing.  Of the two attacks I referred to, Challenger and 9/11, the Challenger attack was carried out by God, the 9/11 attack by Jihad Islam.
 
It seems to me that this coming attack, the attack I am calling The Amputation of San Francisco, will be carried out by God.
 
And that brings me back to the subject of God, and America's crumbling relationship with God.  I will continue on this course as we proceed.