The $218 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 197
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
I was waiting in the waiting room today at the clinic just outside of Smallville, and to me the most important aspect of that wait was that only one person of the eleven who were also waiting tortured me for being God's One True Telepath.
While that one "man" striking me every ten or fifteen seconds with those cowardly false coughs Americans love so much was very painful to me, I at the same time appreciated so much that no one else participated in the torture, not one person.
To me, that was ten souls saved and one soul lost; not bad in my line of work; and sure, to be sure, the ten saved themselves and the one committed suicide of the soul, so the credit goes to the decency of the ten, not to any effort on my part, because really all one needs to be saved by God is to be decent, To God it is like smelling flowers and smelling poop, decency and indecency, and saving the flowers and flushing away the poop.
What I am leading to in my rambling, shambling way is that the indecent man who took such smirky pleasure in causing me pain--and that is what it is, you know, intentional pain infliction--indicated to me he had absolutely no fear of losing his soul for his part in America's torture-murder of me; and I said to myself, hmmm, I certainly have not made my point very well, nor has Jesus made Jesus' point very well, nor has God made God's point very well, if after over 4,000 years of effort torture-murder is a form of American entertainment.
And I looked again at the other ten...there was not one, Dear Reader, not one Good Thief among them, not one of the decent ten said to the indecent one, "Do not torture Virgil".
So maybe...so maybe...those souls were not saved; so maybe...so maybe... passive decency is a form of indecency.
God has always tried to hammer this point home to me; me, a Pollyanna Space Sailor marooned on this Earth now some 50,000,000 years and figuring I know the human being like Mozart knew the keyboard; and to hammer this point home to me was one of the reasons God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy.
"Hey, my Old Pal God", I was saying back in 1970, "these are lovely and wonderful people." So God says, "OK, Pal Virgil, let's see how lovely and wonderful these people are when they have total power over you."
They turned out to be mean and petty and endlessly cruel, point well taken.
Me? Love is my nature. Stop twisting the knife you have in my back and I think you are a saint; but God, believe it or not, is wiser about you than I, God can smell your soul, I cannot.
Wisdom is almost a dead word in the United States of America, but when it comes down to it is the Wisdom of God that swamps the theological imagination.
Today I saw ten nice people who did not hit me; God saw ten cowardly people who did not help me. Multiply this cowardice within the hearts of billions of human beings and you have the cause of the death of this Earth by 2065.
There is but one audible mental telepath on this Earth, and only one on this Earth in all of human history; and there is not one friend or champion of that telepath on this Earth. You do the math. At least in this area, it is all poop and no flowers come Judgement Day.
God expects greatness of you.
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 197
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
I was waiting in the waiting room today at the clinic just outside of Smallville, and to me the most important aspect of that wait was that only one person of the eleven who were also waiting tortured me for being God's One True Telepath.
While that one "man" striking me every ten or fifteen seconds with those cowardly false coughs Americans love so much was very painful to me, I at the same time appreciated so much that no one else participated in the torture, not one person.
To me, that was ten souls saved and one soul lost; not bad in my line of work; and sure, to be sure, the ten saved themselves and the one committed suicide of the soul, so the credit goes to the decency of the ten, not to any effort on my part, because really all one needs to be saved by God is to be decent, To God it is like smelling flowers and smelling poop, decency and indecency, and saving the flowers and flushing away the poop.
What I am leading to in my rambling, shambling way is that the indecent man who took such smirky pleasure in causing me pain--and that is what it is, you know, intentional pain infliction--indicated to me he had absolutely no fear of losing his soul for his part in America's torture-murder of me; and I said to myself, hmmm, I certainly have not made my point very well, nor has Jesus made Jesus' point very well, nor has God made God's point very well, if after over 4,000 years of effort torture-murder is a form of American entertainment.
And I looked again at the other ten...there was not one, Dear Reader, not one Good Thief among them, not one of the decent ten said to the indecent one, "Do not torture Virgil".
So maybe...so maybe...those souls were not saved; so maybe...so maybe... passive decency is a form of indecency.
God has always tried to hammer this point home to me; me, a Pollyanna Space Sailor marooned on this Earth now some 50,000,000 years and figuring I know the human being like Mozart knew the keyboard; and to hammer this point home to me was one of the reasons God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy.
"Hey, my Old Pal God", I was saying back in 1970, "these are lovely and wonderful people." So God says, "OK, Pal Virgil, let's see how lovely and wonderful these people are when they have total power over you."
They turned out to be mean and petty and endlessly cruel, point well taken.
Me? Love is my nature. Stop twisting the knife you have in my back and I think you are a saint; but God, believe it or not, is wiser about you than I, God can smell your soul, I cannot.
Wisdom is almost a dead word in the United States of America, but when it comes down to it is the Wisdom of God that swamps the theological imagination.
Today I saw ten nice people who did not hit me; God saw ten cowardly people who did not help me. Multiply this cowardice within the hearts of billions of human beings and you have the cause of the death of this Earth by 2065.
There is but one audible mental telepath on this Earth, and only one on this Earth in all of human history; and there is not one friend or champion of that telepath on this Earth. You do the math. At least in this area, it is all poop and no flowers come Judgement Day.
God expects greatness of you.
posted by Virgil Kret at 6:28 PM
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