Declaring Star War & The 2,014 Soldier Delay

 
While America's torture enslavement of me is less important to the American people than what brand of toothpaste to use, in June that will change, and the horror of the importance of it will swallow America.
 
Since I am expecting some miracles in June (the number seems to be three) and since those miracles will be disasters for America, I thought I might talk about miracles today.
 
God has shown me miracles on a regular basis since America began its torture-enslavement of me, and the common thread of all those miracles is that they were for my eyes only.  This allowed for the open reign of the fascism of the psychiatry-media-government axis, and the dribble-down fascism of the American people.
 
That is, those countless miracles allowed me to see God in my life every day and at the same time allowed America to show its satanic side, since my audible telepathy was always a test of the American people and never a test of me.
 
Off and on I have talked in this work about some of the "little miracles" I have experienced, which in fact were big miracles because they saved my life when I was in trouble, or proved God was with me when all America wanted me to be alone.
 
The last time I spoke to these little miracles was on May 8 in the report entitled "Virgil's Cave", which told of how God led me to a cave in the wilderness when a blizzard was forming.
 
One miracle I have not mentioned often, if at all, is the Miracle of the Clown in the Sky.
 
It was not an earth-shaking event, and certainly it was not what one would call a holy event (and none of God's miracles for me would be called holy by a nation of people all more holy than I) but this tiniest of the tiniest of the little miracles was a lesson for me alone on the subject of Time and Space, given to me by God one summer in the wilderness.
 
As I told you, I like to backpack for a month or more because I love the wilderness so much and it restores my health, and if I am out of range of Americans God and I can have most pleasant conversations.
 
Like many people who camp out, I spend a lot of time just looking at the stars and, as I have told you, I created my own constellations.  They can be found in no book, but still they greet me when I am in the wilderness.  (There is a secret to this, too secret to reveal at this time).
 
I enjoy playing games with my stargazing when I am alone in the wilderness and free to let my mind roam without having to brace for the next psycho-fascist American assault.
 
One example of these games is to imagine myself looking down at the stars, not up at them, and imagine that but for gravity I would fall into the stars.  You might try it sometime when you are camping out or lying warm and comfortable on a beach or on the grass on a hot August night.  You can literally feel gravity holding you back, keeping you from falling, falling, falling down into that pool which is the stars.
 
There is another game I like to play, which you might think is silly unless you play it and see what happens.
 
The game goes this way:
 
I found that if I lay perfectly still and keep my eyes focused on one star-crowded place in the Milky Way, through a combination of eye strain and atmospherics I could create moving pictures in the night sky.
 
This is the same as you normal folks seeing forms in clouds, but it was a step beyond because I found that as I saw images, a clown dancing, a horse galloping, the ripples in our Earth's atmosphere and the strain of my unmoving eyes would cause the images to move.
 
So, here comes the miracle part.
 
I was very proud of myself for having created what in fact was an art form, painting moving paintings on the Sistine Chapel of the Summer Night Sky.  Then, Dear Reader, one night something happened that totally changed the nature of the game.
 
I had created a clown, a nice enough clown, who did little dance steps as the Earth's atmosphere rippled, and while I was lying on my back in my sleeping bag thinking what a clever fellow am I for having created the clown, the clown suddenly stopped dancing of its own volition and held up one finger indicating I should wait for a moment, then that clown, that clown created in my mind on a canvas of stars in a rippling atmosphere, having taken on a life of its own, raised one leg, and through the space that leg opened up, passed a meteorite.
 
Tiny, tiny, tiny miracle, but within that miracle lies the doom of the United States of America.
 
Tomorrow I will begin to describe to you the three devastating miracles America will experience in June.
 
I will do this because Republican American Fascism is very anxious to attack a number of countries which seem weak enough to be successfully attacked.  They include Venezuela and Colombia, in addition to America's current and most favorite Bad Guy, Iran.
 
At least one of the three miracles may look like an attack on the United States, and while it will in fact be an attack it will not be an Earth-based attack, it will come from outer space.
 
No nation in the world--no nation other than the United States of America--is responsible for this attack.  The codename for this attack is, "America's Suicide".
 
The second June miracle seems to involve what I will call "inner space" for the sake of this report, and by inner space I mean the place where the souls of all Americans have gone when their bodies died, gone there since the first moment of America's torture-enslavement of me.  This miracle is called, "America's Punishment".
 
Notice I do not speak in the broader sense of the state of the souls of all human beings after death; we are talking about America in this work; and the separation of American souls from all human souls is something God can do with ease.
 
While I still have more information to process about this inner space miracle, (and, indeed, the outer space miracle as well) the inner space event seems to involve a revelation of the state of the souls of Americans who have died in the knowledge of America's torture-enslavement of me.
 
That is, knowledge of that torture-enslavement is a crime, and the commission of that crime sets apart American souls.  I do not expect Americans to believe this, but almost all adult Americans who have died in the past approximately 33 years have experienced this.
 
I will explain it this way, while there are many people of many countries who know of and participate in America's torture-enslavement of me, we American people have between us a sacred contract, the Constitution, a contract formed of blood, pain, courage and long human experience, and to violate that contract is a profound offense in the eyes of God.
 
Even though every Supreme Court Justice, living or dead, might be in agreement that America's torture-enslavement of me is constitutional, it is in fact not; and those Supreme Court Justices who have held office since the inception of America's torture-enslavement of me, and who have died, are now in a state of soul-punishment.
 
Millions of dead Americans are now in that state of soul-punishment; in fact with few exceptions all adult Americans who have died in the knowledge of America's torture-enslavement of me are in that state of soul-punishment, so evil is that knowledge.
 
It is that state of soul-punishment the second miracle of June will reveal, and it shall send shivers up and down the spine of all living Americans who know of America's torture-enslavement of me.
 
I have no information yet on the third miracle of June at this time.