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Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 152
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Tell Them You Love Them
Today's code is "33nd Day, Last Year".
Pardon me, Boy, is this the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.
At first when my Old Pal God asked me to tell you psycho-fascist Americans that I love you I was a bit annoyed; and besides, it would have been a lie and God would never ask me to lie; and then I realized it was a code, a tactic of battle, and it contained some hidden information for me to discover.
This "Tell Them You Love Them" code came in a few hours after I received yet another confirmation that the first great military attack by God on the United States of America will take place in Anaheim, California, code-named "Anahymen", about next Thursday; and this got me to thinking, perhaps it would be ironically gentlemanly of me to tell the American psycho-fascists who enslaved and tortured me and murdered my children that I love them--just before penetration.
But of course that was just foxhole thinking as I sharpen my bayonet.
No, this must be another code, I decided, one that will ripen as this beautiful God's Space War attack pattern moves along, one that will rip open America's heart.
I don't know about you, Dear Reader, but I find these God's Space War codes very interesting and intellectually challenging; perhaps because I know them to be personal messages from God to me.
Often these God's Space War codes are brief references to past events and situations that were similar to what is about to take place.
If, for example, God were to give me the code "Crack in the Wall" I would think back to my visit to Israel soon after God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, because of the Little Miracle that took place in the old walled city of Jerusalem during that visit, when one of the massive stones in the wall cracked right before my eyes.
I would begin to assemble all my memories of that pilgrimage until one clicked and I knew what God was referring to; and likely I would keep that clicking secret; and yes, that clicking seems to apply to today. "Click, click, click, my little Chickadee," the old transecting code went.
Taking the information contained in that Crack in the Wall code and relating it to other information being currently received in other codes--transecting the lines of codes--I could come up with a reasonable idea of what God was about to do next in God's Work to save this Earth from the human being.
I cannot say if this is how God speaks to others, only that this is how God has spoken to me since and before I became aware of my responsibilities in God's Work on January 1, 1963, in Fukuoka, Japan--I mean the responsibilities you see me fulfill every day.
I find this coding system very valuable in that they are so delicate and so experienced-based that they keep the lines of communication from God open and untainted.
For example, sometimes the psycho-fascist American government pigs will attempt to send me counterfeit codes, but those codes are always like the drawings of children with crayon compared to the calligraphy of God.
Also, my tracking of these codes tends to bore psycho-fascist Americans to tears, so they don't try to understand them, and just write them off as manifestations of whatever syndrome they have created to define me.
This points to one of the great and fatal weaknesses of America--its very, very short attention span.
The necessity for God having taught me this code language can be seen in the treatment of me by the psycho-fascist American people from the start of America's captivity of me--from the start it was brutal and perfidious.
From the start...the start...I have a feeling this Tell Them You Love Them reference goes back to the start of America's torture-enslavement of me, right here in Orange County in the Los Angeles basin, where the first great attack of God's Space War against the United States of America is expected to take place next week, the long awaited attack we Space Sailors call "Cherry Pop".
At the start, when I first became telepathic, the nation I loved so much was telling me it loved me even as it shackled me, and the wife I loved so much was telling me she loved me even as she betrayed me in much the same way Deliah betrayed Samson.
How did she do that? She cut the truth out of our marriage by bearing false witness against the existence of my audible mental telepathy, and carried that false witness on to an Oscar-level performance as suffering loving wife of a husband gone delusional, a husband who believed himself to be audibly telepathic. Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor woman.
Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness.
Still to this day if you were to talk to her--and were able to talk to her in a forum of honesty--she would say she did the right thing; that somehow the enslaving of her husband and the encasing him in a mass public lie was the right thing to do; and, oh, it caused her so much suffering, but it was the right thing to do.
That points another great and fatal American weakness--whatever evil America does is the right thing to do.
I point out the Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness Commandment because the bearing of false witness aspect of America's torture-enslavement of me is the crack in the wall of America that will bring America down.
It was the right thing to do; it is a proudful thing to have done; to break one of the fundamental laws of Judeo-Christian foundation to enslave and torture a telepathic human being.
Still today, some 35 years later, psycho-fascist Americans stand behind that bearing of false witness, denying my audible mental telepathy exists while torturing me for being audibly mental telepathic.
This is mass satanic behavior, Dear Reader; not a good idea just as God is going to Disneyland.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 33rd day of its last year.
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 152
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Tell Them You Love Them
Today's code is "33nd Day, Last Year".
Pardon me, Boy, is this the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.
At first when my Old Pal God asked me to tell you psycho-fascist Americans that I love you I was a bit annoyed; and besides, it would have been a lie and God would never ask me to lie; and then I realized it was a code, a tactic of battle, and it contained some hidden information for me to discover.
This "Tell Them You Love Them" code came in a few hours after I received yet another confirmation that the first great military attack by God on the United States of America will take place in Anaheim, California, code-named "Anahymen", about next Thursday; and this got me to thinking, perhaps it would be ironically gentlemanly of me to tell the American psycho-fascists who enslaved and tortured me and murdered my children that I love them--just before penetration.
But of course that was just foxhole thinking as I sharpen my bayonet.
No, this must be another code, I decided, one that will ripen as this beautiful God's Space War attack pattern moves along, one that will rip open America's heart.
I don't know about you, Dear Reader, but I find these God's Space War codes very interesting and intellectually challenging; perhaps because I know them to be personal messages from God to me.
Often these God's Space War codes are brief references to past events and situations that were similar to what is about to take place.
If, for example, God were to give me the code "Crack in the Wall" I would think back to my visit to Israel soon after God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, because of the Little Miracle that took place in the old walled city of Jerusalem during that visit, when one of the massive stones in the wall cracked right before my eyes.
I would begin to assemble all my memories of that pilgrimage until one clicked and I knew what God was referring to; and likely I would keep that clicking secret; and yes, that clicking seems to apply to today. "Click, click, click, my little Chickadee," the old transecting code went.
Taking the information contained in that Crack in the Wall code and relating it to other information being currently received in other codes--transecting the lines of codes--I could come up with a reasonable idea of what God was about to do next in God's Work to save this Earth from the human being.
I cannot say if this is how God speaks to others, only that this is how God has spoken to me since and before I became aware of my responsibilities in God's Work on January 1, 1963, in Fukuoka, Japan--I mean the responsibilities you see me fulfill every day.
I find this coding system very valuable in that they are so delicate and so experienced-based that they keep the lines of communication from God open and untainted.
For example, sometimes the psycho-fascist American government pigs will attempt to send me counterfeit codes, but those codes are always like the drawings of children with crayon compared to the calligraphy of God.
Also, my tracking of these codes tends to bore psycho-fascist Americans to tears, so they don't try to understand them, and just write them off as manifestations of whatever syndrome they have created to define me.
This points to one of the great and fatal weaknesses of America--its very, very short attention span.
The necessity for God having taught me this code language can be seen in the treatment of me by the psycho-fascist American people from the start of America's captivity of me--from the start it was brutal and perfidious.
From the start...the start...I have a feeling this Tell Them You Love Them reference goes back to the start of America's torture-enslavement of me, right here in Orange County in the Los Angeles basin, where the first great attack of God's Space War against the United States of America is expected to take place next week, the long awaited attack we Space Sailors call "Cherry Pop".
At the start, when I first became telepathic, the nation I loved so much was telling me it loved me even as it shackled me, and the wife I loved so much was telling me she loved me even as she betrayed me in much the same way Deliah betrayed Samson.
How did she do that? She cut the truth out of our marriage by bearing false witness against the existence of my audible mental telepathy, and carried that false witness on to an Oscar-level performance as suffering loving wife of a husband gone delusional, a husband who believed himself to be audibly telepathic. Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor woman.
Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness.
Still to this day if you were to talk to her--and were able to talk to her in a forum of honesty--she would say she did the right thing; that somehow the enslaving of her husband and the encasing him in a mass public lie was the right thing to do; and, oh, it caused her so much suffering, but it was the right thing to do.
That points another great and fatal American weakness--whatever evil America does is the right thing to do.
I point out the Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness Commandment because the bearing of false witness aspect of America's torture-enslavement of me is the crack in the wall of America that will bring America down.
It was the right thing to do; it is a proudful thing to have done; to break one of the fundamental laws of Judeo-Christian foundation to enslave and torture a telepathic human being.
Still today, some 35 years later, psycho-fascist Americans stand behind that bearing of false witness, denying my audible mental telepathy exists while torturing me for being audibly mental telepathic.
This is mass satanic behavior, Dear Reader; not a good idea just as God is going to Disneyland.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 33rd day of its last year.
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