What's real sad is that my child, and all the children after, will never know what the natural weather on Earth was like–before we were all sprayed like roaches (and still are, this morning a fine example) and weather was weaponized to the good of NO ONE HERE.
Why does every Good thing have to be weaponized, for whose sake?
Let's hear the Truth, shall we? Once before I die.
At this point I don't care what's next.
God's got this. The rest of it is just fodder for judgement.
Give me liberty or give me death. Thanks for playing.
We look like farm animals, cattle, that's the point. Submit or die.
We're all confused. And I'm so fucking angry at having my life turned upside down so people who think we're all on the brain level of cattle can be "shown".
The country should never have been allowed to be shut down. Ever. Mistake ONE.
I forgave yesterday, after the remarks in the Rose Garden, but then here's all the twitters in support of masks and bullshit and I'm right back just as angry, maybe even more angry than before.
Every GOOD thing on this planet has been weaponized against us. Every single one.
And I refuse to answer for any of it since I had no choice in the matter(s). None. Not a single input from me or other poor souls like me was encouraged or heard.
God's will in all things. God's will. And yes, Virginia, God's a real being, too.
God does what he wants in his Universe. He's the only one I trust.
Trump doesn't get to tell me shit. And he knows it, too.
Very few people in this world know who they are. Not my problem.
He obviously supports masks, even though he should know they don't work, except to identify the compliant among us.
Walmart doesn't like scenes…
>you might understand that you need to speak to and ask directly in a loving and humble way
Oh, I do and am humble before God.
But I am his child. As such he suffers me to be that child. He taught me through David's Psalms that he doesn't expect me to be on my knees and cowering whenever I'm in his presence. He didn't create me that way.
I pray on my two feet and looking up. I cry a lot over shit you wouldn't understand and I don't have the heart to tell you.
God is right here, right now, and waiting for all of you to get up off your knees and be what he created you to be–a human being on two feet.
God is right here, right now. All you have to do is put down your phones, your gadgets, and go outside and look.
Reach. I love my Father, Maker of the Math. If I act like a five year old it's because to his way of thinking and mine, I am that five year old. At least I don't take candy from strangers anymore so there's that.
>how you could know what I understand?
The nature of your response is your tell.
Thanks for playing.
God bless you, my friend. God bless YOU.
By the way, I just wanted to mention:
Fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom.
You should love God like a five year old, and fear God like one, too.
Five year olds don't fear their fathers constantly. Do they?