Coming Clean and Resigning My Commission with the GCHQ

After 33+ years of involvement with British Intelligence, I have been called to step forward and come clean.

This article details my recruitment and involvement with the United Kingdom's GCHQ (once known as MI8) and the American CIA's attempt to recruit me to become a contract killer. It also provides testimony of Jesus Christ's mercy and grace.
---Matthew 5:3-12

COMING CLEAN AND RESIGNING MY COMMISSION

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.”
---William Shakespeare (As You Like It)

Shakespeare lied. Original Sin set the stage for the downfall of man, but men and women are not "players" in the eyes of the Lord.  Through the gift of free will we have options.
 
The gift of free will gives us control over our destiny. We can choose the right path and follow Jesus, or chase our follies and disappear into the abyss.  In short, we can choose to abide by teachings and adhere to His commands or lose our life to sin. Ultimately, we can devote ourselves to a life in His image and experience heaven for ourselves or perish in the flame.
 
I have known men and women who spoke of their childhood religious experiences with animus and derision. Some talked about the “fire and brimstone” pastors they had to endure during worship services. Others spoke of the boring and unnecessary “babel” they heard when they attended religious services. In both cases, they complained that the time devoted to worship kept them from following their own selfish pursuits.

These men and women seemed to harbor resentments toward The Father, and revealed that they were more comfortable with their own sin than they were with living an honest and virtuous life. In fact, I could see the fear in their eyes as they spoke of their experiences and feel the hate within their hearts as they shared their accounts.
 
When I meet people like this, I feel  a sense of sadness for them for I myself once related to a degree. There was a time in my own life when my own sins nearly consumed me. The pressures of my assignemts nearly pushed me past the point of redemption. It is only through Jesus Christ's power that I pulled through. I am alive today because of Him. 
 
 
WHERE MY JOURNEY BEGAN
I didn’t receive a religious upbringing. The man who raised me harbored contempt for The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He openly expressed his contempt and showed wrath toward my mother and me.

My mother nearly abandoned all hope. She was an alcoholic who repeatedly relapsed. She denied the realities of her situation and placated the man to whom she was married to avoid his wrath.

The man who raised me didn't beget me. My mother was molested by multiple members of his family on two different occasions. Two of his brothers and two of his sisters fed her alcohol on both occasions. I was was conceived after the second molestation.

I was born 11 weeks premature after the man who raised me poisoned my mother with THC. It is only through my mother's love and Christ our Lord's grace that I survived.
 
The only time the word "God" was mentioned in the household, it was followed by the word “damn.” I was verbally, sexually, and physically abused by the man who raised me as was my mother.  From my earliest memories, I wanted out of the situation and turned to books and outdoor activities as an outlet for escape.
 
The man who raised me traveled frequently for work, and my mother would turn to the bottle as soon as he was out the door. For the first 15 years of my life, he was on the road 8 months a year, 5 or 6 days each week. By the second or third day of his business trips, my mom would often passed out on the couch. It was nearly impossible to waker her gtom her stupor and I was generally forced to fend for myself through the remainder of the week

When I was 5 or 6 years old, the man who raised me sat me down and told me that if I ever spoke to anyone about what went on in the household I would be taken away and sent to an orphanage. He punctuated the threat by saying I would never see my mother again. All I could picture were scenes from Oliver Twist, and I vowed to myself that I would remain silent and tend to my mother.
 
 
A CROSS THAT NEVER BELONGED TO ME
Tending to my mother meant sobering her up by the time the man who raised me returned from his business trips. Throughout the week, I would scour the residence for half-empty liquor bottles, dump them out, tell her that my dad was scheduled to return, and remind her that she had to pick him up from the airport. I would repeatedly scream at her to “act right!” and tell her to drink coffee to sober her up.

Through divine providence, my mother always woke before me, made me breakfast, and sent me on my way to school. The moments together with her when she was sober are cherished memories. My mother is bright and pleasant and has a quick wit. She helped me with my schoolwork and assed me I was loved.
 
I feared what would happen to the both of us if the man who raised me returned home and found her drunk or hungover. He had a snap temper and demonstrated his wrath more than once when I was when I was a toddler.

He was viscous with my mother, and he joyfully beat a cousin of mine 2 years my elder who visited us during the summer when I was 4. He beat my cousin after my cousin violated a simple house rule. My cousin forgot to flush the toilet and the man who raised me dragged him into the bathroom by his ear. I could hear the man who raised me shove my cousins face into the toilet and slap him. My cousin pleaded with him for mercy and forgiveness, and none was given. I could senses the  man who raised me was aroused by the pain he inflicted upon my cousin.

Later that summer, the man who raised me had an altercation with 4 men in their late teens or early 20's. The man who raised me was driving my mother's station wagon and I was in the front seat next to him. He pulled into a parking lot, got out of the car and beat each of those four men to the ground. The man who raised me was drunk on beer at the time.

On another occasion, the man who raised came home from work late one night, said a few words to my mother, and then entered the bathroom where I was alone and taking a bath. He closed the door behind him, stood over me, looked me in the eye, and shouted with a whisper: “It’s your fault your mother drinks!” His voice was filled with contempt when he said this to me, and I could see the hate emanating within his eyes as he spoke.
 
 
 ​A TIPPING POINT
When I was 15, I had finally had enough. My mom’s drinking was becoming more and more erratic and it was nearly impossible to sober her up. I was maturing into puberty, and the years of abuse I’d suffered at the hands of the man who raised me began to boil over. I spent as much time outside the house as I could, and the times when I was at home I did my best to contain my rage.
 
During the summer break before my sophomore year of high school, I came home one afternoon and found my mom drunk in the kitchen. She was on her hands and knees and was attempting to wash the kitchen floor. She had a  rag in her hand and a bucket of ammonia by her side. She was so drunk that she could barely keep her balance on her hands and knees.

I asked my mother what she was doing and she replied: “I have to clean up! Your father’s coming home." Her voice was so slurred from the alcohol I could barely understand what she had said. This occurred a Thursday, and it sent me panicking. The man who raised me was expected home the following day, and thoughts of what might happen happen if he walked through the door and found my mother drunk or passed out ran through my head.

In that instant, my mind snapped and I moved through the kitchen toward my mother with my balled up fists. I began to beat her upon her face and her shoulders as hard as I could.  I remember screaming at her but do not recall what I said. I knocked her prone to the floor and she groaned in agony with pain.
 
My mother cried for help, and I felt nothing. I was numb. As she whimpered.in agony, I collected myself, made my way out the front door sat down on the porch, and waited for the man who raised me to return from the airport.

As he pulled into the driveway and climbed out of his car, I stood up, balled my fists, and marched toward him. I looked him in the eye, pointed at his nose with my index finger, and screamed: “If you don’t get that fucking bitch out of this house, I’ll kill her and I’ll kill you!”.
 
After that, I ran out of the yard and kept going until I was far from the neighborhood. I didn't return home for a couple of days. I do not recall where I went, but when I returned home I found the man who raised me sitting alone at the kitchen table. To my surprise he didn't get up to confront me. Instead, he was docile and quietly announced that my mother had gone to Phoenix to stay with her sister and that she would be entering a treatment facility. The man who raised me didn't look at me as he spoke and never said another word about the incident.
 
 
GIVING IN TO TEMPTATION
Shortly after my sophomore school year began, the man who raised me informed me that my mom would be returning home from Phoenix. I was filled with a sense of fear after he told me this. We did not speak about the implications of her return and I retreated alone to my bedroom without saying a word.
 
I sat down on my bed and anger filled me. I thought about what I had done to my mother and I began to cry. I thought about the evil my mother and I had been living with and feared she would return to her drinking.. Rage filled me, and I remember saying to myself: “Fuck it!”.
 
I had hidden full bottles of liquor within the rafters of the basement from my mother from time to time to curb my mother's alcohol consumption and never returned them to the liquor cabinet. I got up from my bed, went into the rafters, and pulled out a 1.75ml bottle of peppermint schnapps. I downed over half the bottle and drifted into euphoria.
 
That first drunk sent me on a trajectory I would never have imagined. It opened the door for the devil. I began to lie at an early age to protect my mother and myself from harm. I made up stories about where I had been and what I had done to placate the man who raised me. I lied about my mothers activities when the man who raised me called the house during his business trips.

I was good at lying. I could stare him straight in the eye and answer his questions without blinking or breaking a sweat. I was so good at in fact, that I passed professionally administered lie detector tests years later with no problem whatsoever.

I honed those abilities throughout high school by blending in with the popular crowd and creating fictitious stories about my background. With the exception of a British operative that had dealings with the man who raised me, no one ever suspected the violence and abuse I experienced. I created the perception that I was a wealthy child with a privileged upbringing and did my best to keep my aquantences away from the man who raised me.
 
 
A DARK AND DANGEROUS JOURNEY
I had had ambitions to enter a service academy from the age of 5 or 6. I applied myself to achieving that goal throughout middle school and high school. I participated in sports, held a job, made good grades, and for the most part avoided trouble.
 
I applied for admission to the service academies during my senior year and received invitations from one of Colorado's United States Senators and the U.S. Congressman that represented our district to interview for service academy appointments.  I had no idea that my activities and my upbringing had been monitored by the British Secret Service since my early adolescence. Simply put, I fit a profile for covert operations and was recruited to become a Field Officer during my service academy interviews.

My meeting with the U.S. Congressman was arranged as a screening qualifier. I was personable, reasonably attractive, a decent athlete, and my aptitude scores were off the charts. I had studied Russian in middle school and in high shool, and my mother's family was from Eastern Europe. The recruiting officers were aware of the abuse I had suffered at home and my growing dependance on alcohol. I was self-managed, had little fear of violence, and could lie without difficulty. 

I passed the screening qualifier and received an appointment to the United States Merchant Marine Academy. That happened in 1988, when NATO was locked in the Cold War with the Soviet Union.

I had had a high school classmate who was a Soviet KGB agent. She once lured me to join the KGB and I turned her down. I had an appreciation for Western culture and for my mother's heritage and I had heard stories of Soviet atomicities from family members.

When the interview started, two men dressed in nondescript black suits accompanied my U.S. Representative into the interview room. The two men interrupted the interview shotrly after it began and I passed their qualifying questions.

The two men convinced  me to forgo my service academy ambitions and instead offered me the opportunity to "Serve King and Country". That opportunity required the extermination of high-value targets within  Eastern Bloc nations under oreders of the British Crown. "Finishing schoo" was required and the British Crown paved my way to Princeton.

My undergraduate years at Princeton were not a normal college experience. I was groomed to fit in with an elite crowd, received advanced hand-to-hand combat training, survival training, and went through a rigorous off-campus mental conditioning program. During my four years at Princeton, I infiltrated two secret societies, gathered intelligence on their members, and gathered intelligence on  other prominent members of my graduating class.

I was a Frsgman when the Berlin Wall collapsed. Geopolitically, needs changed and I was reassigned to a Clandestine Operations regimen operating out of the United States. Upon graduation, I underwent additional mental conditioning and was then placed into a private sector job to build an alias persona.
 

PULLED OUT OF THE PIT
13 years ago, I completed the obligations required of me under my original oath of service.  I was trained to execute on command and terminated the last targets assigned to me sometime during that year.

I was not recalled after completing the last assignment and was instead assigned espionage duties, I was tasked with "infiltrating Central Intelligence and compromising their integrity." The Central Intelligence Agency has deep ties to organized crime and I the assignments given to me during my first 15 years as a commissioned field officer exposed me to the Bratva and Cosa Nostra's upper ranks and several of the CIA officers that supported their activities.

During the transition period, I began to take stock of my life without realizing it. The assignments I’d performed were masked from memory under a voluntary and excruciatingly painful training technique known as Monarch Programming. Through a combination of life-threatening torture techniques and  hallucinogenic drugs, I was taught to slow my heart rate, separate myself from all emotion, and blind myself from my memories. In effect, I became a trained psychopath.

Memories of my activities during the first 20 years of my career were hidden. Before I surrendered my care and will to Jesus Christ, I had no recollection of the men and women whom I had terminated nor my pursuit of their hordes.  That said, I had an earnest and sincere desire to quit drinking and unburden myself of the guilt and shame I had been burdened with since childhood.

After being reassigned to espionage activities, I was filled with grief and debilitated with depression for more than a year. During that time, I rarely left my residence and rarely went more than 8 hours without drinking a fifth of bourbon. On February 15th of 2012, I attempted to quit drinking and suffered delirium tremors that lasted more than a week. I finally  surrendered myself on February 25th of 2012.

That evening, I fell to my knees and asked Christ our Lord to relieve me of the compulsion to drink. I asked His forgiveness for my trespasses and asked Him to change me from within. I went to bed that night and rested soundly for the first time in years.
 
  
THE FIRST ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE
There  is no fairytale ending here. Shortly before I accepted Christ our Lord into my heart, a Central Intelligence Agency Field Operative approached me and propositioned me  to become a spook. I was told I’d be left to my own devices to further American interests and that the Agency would neither confirm nor deny my involvement in their activities if I were ever outed. Black Ops engagements weren't discussed, but the profile the CIA compiled on me reveals that it  was one of the principal reasons they extended the offer.

There was no implied consent on my part and I went about my business after the meeting. That said, my activities were monitored and there was a presumption of collaboration on their part.

Shortly before I completed my last combat mission, I migrated out of the private sector and formed an advisory firm of my own. I began to help entrepreneurs within the Southeastern United States structure their operations and prepare themselves for investments. My advisory activities led me to decide to begin a business venture of my own during the Spring of 2012.
 
My business venture was modeled after William Randolph Hurst's INS news service. During the early 2000's, I noticed European press syndicates were becoming more and more partisan and forecast the same would occur within the United States. I sought to offset that trend with an non-partisan news service.

The business model to support the news service was groundbreaking and the strategic objectives went against the wishes of the both the United States Federal Reserve's Board of Governors and the interests of the British Crown.  The business plan I circulated articulated an opportunity to discuss current events with an unbiased editorial approach, and educate our target audiences. In short, the business plan suggested upholding scriptural values under a subscription model supported by agressive guerrilla tactics. 
 
I began shopping the business plan to prospective partners and investors in June of 2012. It was later revealed to me that the FED's Board of Governors and the British Crown targeted me for assassination once enthusiasm for this new service began to build.

Throughout the remainder of the year and into the spring of 2013, I faced adversity as I attempted to secure investment. I was poisoned with Saffron, Tarragon and other toxins on multiple occasions and the poisonings clouded my judgement. I was arrested on disturbing the peace charges and had my reputation besmirched.

In March of 2013, I met with two Secret Service officials stationed within the Atlanta field office on a matter unrelated to the news service. Unbeknownst to me, the meeting had been arranged by CIA Director John Brennan and MI4 officers stationed in Secaucas, New Jersey to prepare me for execution.

I met with two Secret Service officials and both excused themselves mid-way through the meeting.. I learned later that they had placed a call into John Brennan's office in Washington D.C. after they excused themselves and that Brennan had authorized them to tail my movements. Like the CIA, the United States Secret Service has close ties to organized crime and both Scret Service officers were bribed to trail my movements.

I arranged a visit to Denver, Colorado for business and for pleasure on June 23rd of 2013 and  arrived at the airport hours before the flight. I proceeded to walk the terminals and happened to notice Middle Eastern man in his early 30's behaving suspiciously. I alerted authorities of his behavior and began to sense that I had been trailed to the airport.

The flight to Denver departed on time. Yhe airplane was less than half full and I recall thinking that that was unusual because commercial flights had been deliberately overbooked by each airline since 9/11. Nevertheless, I drifted into rest during the flight and didn't give the matter much thought.

When the flight I arrived at Denver International Airport, the ride I had arranged to my lodging was nowhere to be found. I was forced to scramble for alternative means of transportation. I didn't give this much thought at the time either.
 
I made arrangements for a rental car and had an discomforting feeling when I arrived at the lot.  I canceled the rental car and decided to take a bus to instead.

DIA's ground transportation terminal was undergoing construction at the time and my flight arrived late in the evening. The bus ride out to the rental car lot cost me more than an.hour and it was after midnight by the time the shuttle bus returned to the terminal.

The corridor leading up to the bus platform was poorly lit. I made my way up four flights of stairs to the departure platform. Within the corridors, I observed three men with tightly drawn hoodie sweatshirts in my passing. It was a warm spring evening, and I remember thinking their dress was unusual. I didn't give this much thought at the time either.
 
When I arrived on the platform, I looked out toward the Rocky Mountains. I was deep in thought and one of the three men I had passed pushed me through a wooden guard railing 45 feet from the ground. I landed head first on a grassy knoll located outside the airport's short-term parking lot. Christ our Lord's angels guarded my body as I lay face down on the knoll. I was nearly unconscious and was later told that I was speaking in tongues.

A couple years back, revealed to me that they three men I had passed were Cosa Nostra soldiers contracted by the CIA. I had had dealings with two of them during my youth and but did not recognize them when I passed them on the elevated walkway. It was also revealed to me that the Delta Air Lines 757 I had arrived on was wired with plastic explosives.

As United States Library of Congress librarians with classified security clearances can attest, Barrack Obama issued Executive Order Number 1107 authorizing the Central Intelligence Agency to "terminate their relationship with [me] using extreme prejudice." The Order also stated that "collateral damage is [was] acceptable."

Brennan planned to have the Delta Air Lines757 I boarded explode in mid-air.  As Clinton Foundation architects can attest, the DNC's Central Planning Committee  planned to frame me as an "ultra-white Nationalist", and claim that I had "wired the jet with explosives. Instead, Christ our Lord, Himself, intervened and the jet arrived safely.  
 
 
WHAT PHYSICIANS DESCRIBED AS A "WALKING MIRACLE"
Surviving the assassination attempt was a miracle and the fact that I am alive today is a testament to Christ our Lord's tenderness and mercy. I  spent 2 1/2 weeks in an induced coma after my heart stopped beating and during those 2 1/2 weeks the essence of my being was delivered to the Hades. Christ our Lord, Himself, entered Hades and redeemed my being.

I spent nearly 5 months in the hospital after I awoke from the coma. I then spent another 20 months in outpatient physical therapy and underwent multiple surgeries. As a result of the coma, I experienced heterotopic ossification within my elbow joints. Bone spurs disabled my elbows and I could not bend my arms. For the better part of a year, my mother spoon fed me my meals. 

I completed physical therapy and returned to Atlanta in September of 2015. Meditation became a daily part of my routine, and for the first time in my life I began to feel at peace. I counted my blessings every day and received guidance and instruction through the Holy Spirit on where to direct my purpose. Through prayer and meditation, I began to place together missing pieces of my past.
 
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THE NATURE OF THE BEAST
In 2019, an opportunity fell into my lap to strengthen cultural ties between the United States and its Middle Eastern allies. Sensing the growing tensions between China and the West, I helped orchestrate an international business deal designed to further American interests within the region. That deal centered around sports and entertainment.
 
As the deal began to solidify, the CIA reached out to me for a second time and offered to help fund the portions of the deal. Their outreach was sickening and  I distanced myself from the project.. The British Crown was vested in this deal and I was pressured multiple times to re-engage. Through prayer and meditation, much more was revealed to me in the following months,  most of which was humbling and some hard to digest.

I had taken the U.S. Maritime Service Oath for Commissioned Officers when I was sworn into service out of high school, and an oath to serve the interest of the British Crown. Those interests included upholding traditional American values and preserving the Constitution.  In June of 1997, the British Crown sold their interests in the endowments of Harvard, Princeton, and Yale Universities to Chinese national corporations and disregarded their commitments to the British Commonwealth. I became expendable after that date.

It was revealed to me that the British Crown wished to use me as a Manchurian Candidate.. The term refers to pawns who enter politics and serve the interests of foreign national governments. During my senior year at Princeton, Cosa Nostra had concluded much the same and marked me as a Stoolgatz. That term refers to men and women the horde believes would one day forsake their faith for political office and the entrapments of power and wealth. Their belief that would was beneficial to the British Crown and aided me in accomplishing my objectives during the first 15 years of my career and during the time I was engaged in espionage.

Private sector jobs were a cover for me. I gathered intelligence on men and women engaged with criminal hordes, rooted out those hordes, and  exterminated them completely. I was not aware of the British Crown's ties to those criminal hordes nor their ambitions for world domination. It was revealed during my recovery that Queen Elisabeth, her son Charles, and his sons William Edward and William Henry had sworn themselves to Lucifer, Belzibub, and See within the Ton.

The same was true with each of the 100 patriarchs that comprised the Federal Reserve's Board of Governors and the executive officers that served banks and interests within their portfolios. Over half of those corporations have ties to Bilderberg and their patriarchs.swore themselves to  Lucifer, Belzibub, and/or see within the Ton. My refusal to conform to their wishes  led to 6 more assassination attempts over the next 2 years.

On April 24th of 2022,  an automobile I was driving was fired upon by a sonic cannon. These cannons are advertised as non-lethal weapons, but this is a lie. They are designed to cripple vehicles and execute the passengers inside.  The blast from the canon shattered my eye socket and produced a concussion. Paramedics strapped me to a gurney and rushed me to a hospital. It was revealed later that an MI-6 Field Agent had fired the cannon and that William Henry had given the order.

Within the emergency room of that hospital, a Ukrainian  double agent working for the Russian Federation with whom I had had dealings with poisoned me with venom from an Asp. The patriarch of his crew had booked himself into that hospital and had designs on corrupting me.  I was assigned to an observation room within the hospital situated next to the one he was staying in and recognized him at first glance.

The poison I was given was slow-acting and caused heart palpitations. I spent three days within the observation unit of that hospital before I was released. On the ride home from the hospital, my heart rate was over 160 beats per minute, and I administered an antidote after I arrived home.


I TENDERED MY OFFICIAL RESIGNATION IN 2022
On August 24th of 2022, I sent a letter to the United States Merchant Marine academy and officially resigned my commission as a Major Lieutenant. Through decision was made after months of prayer and meditation. Through devotion to scripture, it was revealed to me that I could no longer serve the interests of acolytes.

After being released from the hospital, I was tempted with offers to join the criminal hordes I had defended against. I rejected those offers outright and simultaneously pressured by the CIA, the Secret Service, an the NSA to subordinate myself within their ranks. I dismissed their pressure and has targeted for assassination twice by the CIA.

The first time, I trained sniper fired four shots at me from an elevated position less than 1000 years from my location. Each of thr shots he fired missed.

The Second time, a CIA operative attempted to run me over in a Tesla on an unlit backroad late in the evening. The automobile was parked on a hill above my position, accelerate down the road I was walking upon at more than 40 miles per hour with its lights off, and forced me to step from the road.

In January of 2023, I was poisoned by members of Saudi Arabia's Royal Family after I first disclosed my attempts to orchestrate sporting events and a good will tour throughout the Persian Gulf. Two years before, I had reveled to a member of the Royal Family with whom I had dealings with that NSA operatives were posing as Saudi Royal representatives. It was reveled to me that the Saudi Royal Consulate believed me to be an NSA operative and commissioned an assassin to "execute [me] by whatever means possible." That assassin poisoned groceries I had purchased and exposed himself in doing so.

In April of last year, I was targeted for assassination by the NSA. That attempt was authorized by former NSA Director Paul Nakasone. It was revealed to me that Nakasone was bribed by Iranian Imperializes to authorize the assassination attempt after I rejected advances by Paramount Pictures Entertainment to script a feature film franchise based on my combat missions and my life experiences.

I was poisoned with TCH, hydrochloric acid, and rum during that assassination attempt.I suffered a self-inflicted wound, was was rushed to the hospital by paramedics and and operated upon. My heart stopped beading during the surgery, and Christ our Lord intervened.

As DNC administrators and Cisco architects can attest, the primary purpose of Paramount Film Entertainment's film franchise was "expose him [me] to the American public as publicity for a Presidential run in 2032." In the months since the assassination attempt, I have been pressured by politicians, entertainers, and money lenders to forsake Christ our Lord and enter politics as an advisor and begin grooming myself for political office. 

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WE ARE NOT PLAYERS.IN A GAME
A battle for global hegemony has been in the works for more than 400 years, and Armageddon is quickly approaching. The interests I once served were one of the four reigning superpowers vying for control. Each has reached out to me since I resigned my commissioned post. Their attempts to steer me toward ruin are for naught. 

I can tell you first-hand of Jesus Christ's power and grace. Having been delivered from the bondages of substance abuse and the transgressions of my professional career, there is nothing in the world that would persuade me to abandon His teachings. Christ our Lord lives, He listens, and He redeems.

The enticements of power, material wealth, and fame that acolytes have approached me with are empty. As Jesus said, "The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit and life."

Contrary to Shakespeare's allegory, we are not players in a game. We are blessed with free will, and the decisions we make shape our lives. The enticements of power, material wealth, and fame that acolytes have approached me with are empty. As Jesus said, "The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit and life." (John 6:63).

Men and women that have accepted Christ into their hearts know this to be true. We are His, and His promises remain true. Acolytes perceive life as a game. They have denied The Father and rejected His teachings. Scripture will be fulfilled, men and women that have denied His commands (Universal Law and the Ten Commandments) will be told, "I never knew you; leave Me, you who practice lawlessness." (Matthew 7:23).

That day is approaching. On December 21st  of 2019, astronomers around the world picked up a sonar signal that originated from deep space on November 28th of that year. The signal defied the laws of physics, and astrophysicists were baffled to provide an explanation. 
 
Sons and daughters of Christendom know the the meaning of that signal: It was The Clarion Call. Christ our Lord will return and scripture will be fulfilled. (A Pact 14:14-20 (aka Apocalypse, aka Revelation, aka, Revelations).

Blessed are the poor in spirt, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed be those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed be those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be fulfilled.
Blessed be the merciful, for they will receive mercy.
Blessed be the pure in heart, for they will see Christ.
Blessed be peacemakers, for they will be called sons and daughters of Christ.
Blessed be they who are persecuted for righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when men and women insult you and persecute you, and 
and falsely say all kinds of evil about you because of Me.
Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great; for they also persecuted the prophets who went before you.”
 ---Matthew 5:3-12

CHRIST OUR LORD RETURNITH. HIS NAME TRANSLATES FROM BEAST TO YEAST.

Author: Erik Gagnon - Chi Rho Consulting