The Advent of Eternity is at hand, Aslornia our God has met me now in His due season, to proclaim the true Gospel Hope for our salvation; to take Yeshua off a cross of sin and crucify there the spirit of Belial; to exalt the new Millennial Christ, and damn the beast to Hell; to cast down blind religious faith, and uphold this doctrine’s sound truth; to provide God’s love to all who mourn in despair; and provide long needed help to all who long for a saviour, for this is the Year of the Lord's Favour!
I have been given 2020 vision to seize victory in Armageddon and stop the Devil from preventing our Advent Hope from arising from God’s Hands of Providence. The words in this Chronicle are of the upmost truth and my testimonial witness of the actual events that have unfolded in my lifetime within my awareness. I give thanks to the Lord that I have persevered this greatly intense and disorderly struggle, to be here right now Chronicling the story of Joshua, the Last Eve, the Millennial Prophet and Advent Speaker for our End Time!
This story is chronicled from my position of I AM and these are my understandable and readily available observances of the providential Universe acting out all around me, and surrounding one Atom at the core of a 13.8 billion year Cosmos, with over 100 billion galaxies each with billions of stars. The Nemesis of Genesis has opposed the Atom with all difficulty and hardship and trial and strife and tribulation, that I may overcome all things in Christ and make manifest the fulfilment of all prophecy in the upheaval of Advent Fulfillment. I am shining the insight of my life in these pages, from as far back as I can justly remember, when all this began to unfold. I now justly testify to all things Advent, in order to thwart the coming Apocalypse and rescue those I would seek to save from the clutches of Belial the father of lies. This account is my testimonial profession of what supernatural encounters emerged in my life, starting from the age of 17 until now. As I’m writing this down at 33, in 2019, it is the final year and our last chance at the Advent Awakening before 2020 seals our fate forever in the Armageddon!
Before God Encountered Me!
I am an ancient soul, who has been weathered by war, suffering and loss, and also bolstered by triumph over tribulation, and the fulfillment of God ordained destiny; but no matter where my spirit has dwelled, nothing quite has burdened me like the 21st Century we have almost utterly damned, before it’s first quarter is complete. After 2 World Wars and the massive shift into the massive industrialization of our New Millennial Era, I was awakened unto Messiahship and given a cross to carry, though I could not bare it’s weight. I sought to walk the path of Yeshua and the Apostles, and nothing was more difficult than remaining upon it, in the face of sin and temptation like no other has experienced. America’s mucky culture would be as deadly as the Jewish law that saw Jesus executed, and of the greatest sins the West was guilty of, choosing selfish comfort at the cost of the suffering of others, would be a choice I too would wrestle with. I would grow up to love conformity and habitual pleasure seeking, and experience high school, and birthdays, like any other normal North American kid, but everything around me was pivotally shifted into the supernatural by the time I was 16 years old. That was when the Holy Spirit descended upon me, and awoke me from the first of many layers of deception!
On February 8th 1986, I was born in Revelstoke BC, Canada. From my birth until now something sinister has haunted me, and throughout my precious upbringing, nobody showed me the Love of God, not even a mormon at the door, to shine the light of Jesus Christ, on my darkened and blinded Crow eyes. In fact I grew up not even considering the possibility that somewhere out there, was a Good and Gracious Lord, who cared for my soul, in spite of everything inside of myself neglecting the essence of why I came into being. I came so that we could be together with God and find a way out of this maddened End of Days. Everything sinned and fell short of God’s glory, including myself, but I was extremely vulnerable to the upmost intensity towards the sin and iniquity of Pablo Escobar culture festering in America.
My sister introduced me to my first observations of the Devil that I can remember, in the form of Wes Craven’s Nightmare on Elm St. horror movie series. I truly feared the boogyman after seeing those films at a tender young age of 8 years old, and from that young, I acknowledged that darkened presence. I was enticed and excited by fear of Freddy Kruger, because his character raised questions about how little control we have over our dreams and nightmares, and that death was a dreamers reality. The concepts that emerged from my horror movie exposure, also helped me grow up without God’s glory first place in my life. In my Agnostic state of mind, growing up before I encountered God, I was idle and wasting precious opportunities to hear God’s still small voice.
At the age of 12 years old, I wasn’t rooted in any faith group, and in my head I had an already made up mind, that I would smoke pot and cigarettes, drink alcohol, snort prescription medicine, and commit other forms of idolatry and debauchery, towards presenting a false image of who I really was on the inside. Television raised me and playstation kept me entertained and satisfied, but it was that fool Judas Iscariot that made this early corruption possible, so that I might fail God’s Advent in the end, something I knew nothing about for many years to come, until God found me in my brokenness and cast the Devil from my heart.
My bigger brother Ron J.W. Jr, who is my elder by 14 months, went through a similar, pop culture fuelled corruption. At an early age his negative influence on me was the biggest problem of my youth. Satanic heavy metal rock-bands he would blare through the stereo, and bands like Cannibal Corpse, Slayer, or Pantera spoke the Devil’s words, telling me as a young boy that there is no God, or that God hates us all, and I grew hard hearted as an early teen, towards any notion that there is a Divine Creator that loved me, and that I am His Son. So my spiritual blindness festered in my eyes and heart, until I was 17 years old when I finally had an encounter with God for the first time in my life. Meanwhile, I continued to indulge in debauchery, with no feelings of guilt and condemnation whatsoever, until the Lord came and intervened on my behalf; to the Glory of God and for the sake of the sainthood.
It was all happening in a little town called Westbank B.C. the New Jerusalem. This was the land in which all things would be determined and settled in a final battle of Alpha VS Omega, through the ladder day battles of their own two mortal incarnations! The forces of Heaven and Hell, Light and Darkness, and Good and Evil, were converging on one Atom out of 13.8 billion lightyears of Cosmos.
I’m 33 years old now, as was Jesus was when he took up his cross to die a scapegoat for all crying, “IT IS FINISHED!” (John 19:30). Under the crushing weight of sin, I know I will find only suffering and assurance of death and doom. Or I can choose life unto the everlasting God’s embrace, if I remain obedient unto the appointed time, as the balance shifts at the top of the climatic rise of these end time’s events. Mental agony rips to shreds my faith, so I go in fear knowing the cold wind blows in the direction God goes! Now I am seeking to be safe! And God is arising upon my shoulders like a tsunami crashing down!
The Second Temple of God, and rebirth of Christ, didn’t happen yesterday, or today either, but it was 2003 when God baptized my born again spiritual resurrection with holy flame, that took a part of my heart and threw it to the Crows to devour. The murder of Crows feasts on the bones of the saints, and wounded lay on the battle fields, amongst the dying of ladder day soldiers, and standard keepers, and banner wavers! From Godly courts of love!
Psalm 100:4 - Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
Ilona, Louis, Witham, my mother and greatest ally in the whole world, has been with me throughout this with unconditional love. When I was growing up, she was my comforter, and in my adult life, a wonderful refuge from the stresses, of having to eat and not knowing where your next meal is coming from. However, my mother especially, fuelled a spirit of want inside myself, and worldly hungers began to take root in my heart, as a mighty stronghold. When I was incarcerated at Colony Farm’s Forensic Psychiatric Hospital, my mother was willing to spend over $1000, a month in travel expenses, just to have a monthly visit with me. This expense went on for years, and was one of the things I too easily took for granted in my sorry state of affairs.
Family was an asset that could never be faked. People who stand together in love, and cooperate in providing that love to all it’s members. I left family behind to go on my journeys, but always seemed to find my way home to them, especially when I was worn out and defeated. Never did I not feel welcome home, and never did I not have a sense of belonging. Family ties were at one point and time, the only lifeline I had to hold onto, as the world slipped by and my focus grew dim. What God provided through my family, were some of the greatest provisions in all of our civilization’s history, and family love gave me a just cause to uphold.
It was my grade 11 year, in 2003, at Mt. Boucherie Senior Secondary, in WestBank B.C. Canada. That’s when my life began to unfold, in intense ways I hadn’t known in all of my life, until then, because both God and Satan showed up in my life, and as the Devil reared its head to stare, I could see his sinister glare and grin in everyone around me. It was the beginning of a Epic Testament and a struggle between the spiritual forces of Heaven and Hell, warring over control of my inherent destiny.
2003 was when I met the beast! and with a simple touch from one hand to another, we were officially ushered in to the End Days, where every encounter and bizarre circumstance, began shaping the destiny that began to unravel quickly. That’s also when I encountered my own divine identity, and began the epic struggle I’m still finding hard to deal with, as I’m writing this down even now in 2019. Nothing would have prepared me for the journey I was going to endure, but now I look back and see, this was the moment the first steps on the journey begun.
It was the most bizarre and wondrous dream I’ve ever had, that jolted me up in the middle of the night, to see my room filled with beams of light and shadowy darkness, like a zebra's coat, perfectly balanced and enigmatic. As the presence filled my room with spiritual essence, I had knowing of the Holy Spirit inside of me and realized supernaturally without explanation that I was a Prophet of God and God’s own Son. In the dream I remember feeling wellness in my heart and coolness in my eyes. I couldn’t explain the peace I had, for the sky was full of celestial dragons of all shapes and sizes. I stood in a field of dry and withered grasses, and looked up to see the largest serpent, I had ever laid my eyes on, the Devil himself in the sky above me. I stood there paralyzed with caution, and realized around my neck, was a chain with a ring, and I felt Aslornia’s presence within my own spirit. Suddenly the serpent opened its wicked mouth and spit a massive beam of fire at me, and as the flames came at me, they were held at bay by the power of God that was manifest in the chain and ring dawning my neck.
It wasn’t until much later in life, that I fully realized the meaning behind the dream. The necklace and ring that I wore around my neck, surrounded me with God’s loving favour, and as long as I wore it and didn’t step out of my anointing, the fires of the serpent could not harm me, for I had Aslornia’s divine protection over me and my city. This was one of many prophetic dreams I have had in my lifetime, but this one stands out as most prominent, because I remember it so clearly, and it was in the beginning when this all started to rock my world.
This was a very important thing to understand, and hold firm to! That married to Aslornia, I was able to weather the storm and endure the assault without wavering or feinting in any way. If you are reading this testimony and taking it seriously, it is because I held to my marriage with God, and I testified boldly and stood firm in the faith, and did not compromise one too many times. Every small act of obedience or disobedience counted for and against our cause of Advent Salvation! I AM grateful to God for a glance into His decency and towards the grace he has shown me, that I can arise like the Sunday morning sunshine, and slay the beast on the altar. For that is why I came, to overcome a beast and put to shame the Devil, that the serpent’s head could be crushed under the marching boots of the Salvation Army.
An important dream I received also around this time, was of a helicopter flying over a great lake, like Lake Ontario in Toronto! or the Okanagan Lake in BC! This fearful dream spurred me onward into action and was interpreted to be the Jihadi’s last stand, and a daring exchange of deadly wrath. The Jihadi’s smuggled a dirty bomb nuke into North America and delivered it in a chopper and exploded it over a city, on the edge of a lake. I could feel the heat from the blast, but felt no burn, as tho I was being shown the terror to come, and not being harmed by it because God was with me. This gave me wise understanding that, THE ISLAMIC MOVEMENT is a terrible force and an upheaving rise of Satanic fury! The dream and it’s revelation that nightmarishly blew-up in my slumber, would be a reminder just as to how fragile, this current system of things is! For one bomb, or biological or chemical attack, in the wrong place, and at the wrong time, and it’s a falling chain of dominos that will usher in the Third World War, utter doom, and despair, and destruction, and obliteration. I would be reminded many times of this dream and it’s meaning.
Every time a helicopter flew by over head, I would remember the blast going off in that warning from what seemed like ages ago. It’s relevance would have a significant roll to play in the unfolding of my future’s destiny! This would help me understand how important my location was. Depending on where I was when the World ended, would help determine how long I would be able to survive the Apocalypse after the power went down. Facing the archenemy with grace donning my footsteps, and power and authority in my witness, would be the last testament I would utter as I pled my case before a great multitude of dying people. Location was a last ditch attempt to weather the Apocalypse, for the beast had no intention of rising up to reveal truth and save souls. The beast always indulged and hid away from sight, dwelling in comforts and privilege, until the day that humanity’s sin would condemn the Son of God.
Mike Rasico was a bad influence, and entangled me in Calgary’s sewers as a teen. The dream of Joshua, was to be part of the flock, and to fit in perfectly as a part of pop culture. Mike’s influence was a reason I was smoking weed regularly and drinking, getting into parties and debauchery. Hanging with the wrong crowd of friends and indulging in any form of sin this world could throw at me, corrupted me with iniquity, even when I was unaware of the war between the clashing Titans. I was obligated by my culture to fit in with social norms, and I never thought, anchoring in school and learning, especially learning how to learn, would be the upmost priority. Mike was one of the reasons my mom moved us from Calgary to Kelowna in the first place, because prospects for a better future seemed plausible. His influence was wicked, and had I know the way my life was going, I would have avoided Mike and people like him, as though my life depended on it.
Showing up in a sudden dream, wearing a mask and the face of Mike Rasico, Satan thrust at me, pushing me and grabbing me, and yelling “HIT ME, DAN, HIT ME!”. I saw this as an assignment to preach and was spurred onward by the urgency of the call! Answering that call would get me in trouble at school, at a time when action was not necessary and education was the most important thing I required. This was a call to action, that would transform my future. Because of this dream, I leapt at school at my peers and started preaching, and I got sent home for misbehaviour towards a social standard, for it seems God and Christ cannot be part of the education of Generation X.
My impulsive behaviour under the influence of fear, and the constant struggle with carnality and pressure to religiously walk in the footsteps of Jesus, were all part me crumbling to pieces under a spirit of legalism, but from that early on, with no idea how much time I had left, I believed SWIFT ACTION WAS MY ONLY HOPE! when now I realize, my relationship with God was what mattered most. The relationship would suffer many hardships and trials, and throughout it all, God would never falter, feint, or be unfaithful, because all life depended on our union!
The Devil firstly attacked my self image, and convicted me to stop dressing casually, which was the furthest thing from important. He also proposed dietary restrictions and made struggling with comforts the top priority, when in reality, whether comforted or uncomfortable, the good work of God was the priority, and purposefully making your body disquieted, only fuels the distraction that Belial wants to use to prevent or hinder our worship. This was always the Devil’s will for my life, that I would struggle with comforts and dietary laws, and miss out on the best God had for me, because I was religious and not seeing past the simple layers of deception.
There was plenty to discover, and fear and worry were a part of the ABSOLUTE AWE I felt, as the front line of heaven and hell, in the presence of God and the Devil warring over my soul, my mind, will, and emotions, and against the holy spirit alive in me! I experimented with medicine, but I was unable to get a desired result in shifting my chemical imbalance, in order to think better. So I self medicated with dependence on cannabis and sought a religious or spiritual solution to the illnesses that plagued me. Struggling with symptoms of OCD, bipolar, schizophrenia, depression and a vulnerability to every weakness that could possibly be in one Atom, I would eventually learn to live beyond the struggle and find my power in God’s strength and not my own efforts to overcome my weaknesses!
Voices lied to me reminding me of my weaknesses, and exaggerating them even further, playing games with my mind. These mind-games, have never stopped since then. It’s been a psychological thriller from the get go until even now! Satan has created the infliction of sin, like the barb of a scorpion stinger, and has pierced my flesh with it’s sting, to infect my system with a terrible festering poison and illness. The cure is not religious or self-motivated, it is surrender to God’s Holy and Just Will, that it may be fulfilled in our time, and we can see the gates open!
I endured my illness alone with no medical help, just a struggle to receive healing from God. Self medicating with pot, was a way to escape the true understanding of the magnitude of pressure that the Atom at the centre of our Cosmic war, would endure. In multiple instances, smoking cannabis helped soothe the intensity of anxiety and relaxed me on cloud 9, or helped spur me on into creative expressions of love. However cannabis was a 2 edged sword, for it caused burnouts and laziness and gluttony, though there were times for it’s usefulness to be proven.
In 2003 I would have had 17 Birthday cakes up until that point, and life was a cakewalk. God sought to cause a wake up, and shake up my morning, with fear of the Lord the beginning of wisdom, but that would come later, for when I was 17 years old, I was not prepared to walk in my Destiny. I lived with clear endeavour to fit in and sin, but found God within the bible and became a Christian. I fit right in with the crowd, like a lion wearing a sheepskin, that’s where the Lord found me. I was high on THC almost every day, as I struggled down the Jesus path. I marched with army boots on, though I knew not the hope I was being equipped to wrestle with. Even to this day, I struggle to stand firm in the revelation I’ve received directly from the Lord Aslornia.
Around this time, I was choosing to act out in fear, and preaching to my peers and to anyone who would listen. I was burdened and convicted to the upmost extreme, yet never stopped for fear or worry to subside, and they spurred me further onward. I was disrupting religious services and getting in trouble. I was seeking to be noticed, but without any of the evidence I am presenting to you now in this testimony. I was fearfully awestruck about what I was witnessing. I received a hospitalization in Kelowna as a result of my acting out, and this would mirror what was going to transpire in my future.
Because my foolish culture banished God from the classrooms, and replaced Christ with Darwin’s spiritually blind revelation of evolution, I spent my days on the couch, watching TV and playing video games, and never attended a single worship service In my Father’s house. My infidelity changed on Main St. at a Christian place called HeBrews Coffee Shop, where my encounter with the Lord began making all things renewed, but it would take many years spurred onward vainly without God, before I found God’s still small voice aiding me in writing this Testament. The HeBrews used their coffee shop as a outlet for the proclamation of the Love of Jesus Christ. Being lost in my sins, I was wiling to accept the Holy Spirit and God’s forgiveness in my life. Feeling renewed and spurred on by the spirit within, I began an intimate pursuit of the Heavenly Father and the ultimate truth, that would take me across a continent and in and through every wilderness season.
The best thing I could have done, was sit under sound teaching. I had many years of struggling ahead of me, and didn’t have to seize every opportunity to stick out like a sore thumb. My flesh wanted to fit in anyways, but the command of authority to stand up and testify, from a dark place of legalism and religious morality, would overtake my desires to have fellowship and friends at church. So eventually I would alienate myself from relationships with others, and nobody wanted anything to do with me, or my ragtag ministry.
At my high school I started preaching, and teaching complete nonsense, and mindless babble, that popped in my head. For I acted out in fear, and my mind was not my own. Because of multiple instances of this, I was expelled from school. I was completely unable to sit still, or focus on anything in front of me, or stop to gather my thoughts, I just acted out in sheer terror and Belial was constantly there and his tormenting presence, a terrible focus pushing me too far, too soon in the beginning. The decision back then to leap, and charge, and frenzy around town, out of fear, was the reason why I was exiled and excommunicated from every church in Kelowna, because I was too disruptive and impulsive and afraid. This was why I eventually left Kelowna and went to serve God in Toronto. Because I had no-more opportunity to fellowship in Kelowna, and because Toronto would be a outlet for grace and providence, to serve a greater good. Surely a busy hub like there, (TDoT) is the best place to spark this! What God only knew, was how terribly destructive a city like Toronto can be, on a young Missionary Prophet!
On a short trip to Vancouver in the summer of 2003, I road the skytrain, professing My Messianic Calling, and warning people about the Apocalypse, that was coming at last against Me. I only had glimpses into the doomsday revelation that I was only just beginning to receive, and truly no concrete insight into understanding it, or preventing it. So I ran around vainly proclaiming it to all who would listen, from train to train, up and down those tracks. Because this was all a fleshy work of fear, I intimidated certain commuters with my Doomsday message. This got me noticed by mental health professionals, and they attempted to intervene before my so called “illness” spiralled out of control. It was my initial interaction with the B.C. Mental health system, an interaction that would last over a decade and a half.
It was under the BC mental health system too, that years later starting in 2008, I was to be trapped in the vicinity of Vancouver's ground zero. I would have a front row seat for some of the worst of the end time tribulations that were going to blitz against us in the Apocalypse. The San Andrea’s Earthquake and the Yellowstone Super Volcano, were alone good reason to not be in the Lower Mainland, or British Columbia for that matter, but this was the province in which all this began and BC hosted some of the most Universe shifting events to have ever transpired in history. I would spend over two thirds of the last 15 years in the Lower Mainland, teetering on oblivion, yet oblivious to the immediate threat. All the while I was hoping I could outlast my foe, and live beyond damnation.
This was a time of urgency, on that short Vancouver excursion, and My efforts were noticed. I was given Olanzypine (Zyprexa), a antipsychotic medication, that slowed down my thoughts, and made me extremely drowsy. I didn’t mind the former effect, but the latter effect of drowsiness, at the time was a deal breaker, because i didn’t want to waste time feeling tired and lazy when I was looking to answer a calling. By not experimenting with Psychiatric medicine, I was refusing a chemical treatment to a problem caused largely by a chemical imbalance. I believed my spiritual crises could be solved with spiritual solutions. But I’m a chemical body, with a fallen soul and God’s Spirit. The food we eat to survive is chemical, the longing for intimacy and the emotions that arise from it are chemical, the jolt of adrenaline felt in a car wreck is chemical, your terror and shock towards waking up to your house on fire, or your happiness in singing in your favourite song are all chemical reactions. Our experience on Earth is the soul’s chemical reaction to a hidden greater spiritual war.
The reaction your brain responding to a smell produces when it’s a foul vile smell VS a sweet and vividly lively smell, are the response of body chemicals. So why was Olanzypine a sin in my eyes? Later when I was certifiably obligated to take the Olanzypine the extreme drowsiness would taper off, and the dull low of the medicine, gave me lethargy, apathy, a-motivation, boredom and lukewarmness like you wouldn’t believe! I would have a clear mind, but no drive to focus and channel my thoughts onto the pages of history! Eventually my stable sensibility would allow Olanzypine into my regiment of mental wellness and maintenance and I’m grateful I had opportunity to experiment with chemical reactions in my mind, heart, body, and soul!
Since early in this war, I’ve been bound up and held captive, in the stricken and sickening influence of the Devil, in one form or another. For years I’ve fighting through layer upon layer, of deception and lies from Belial, and no matter how far away I try to flee, that wicked spirit follows me, and I know now that my longing to be rid of his influence, only makes him stronger the more I acknowledge his terrible presence, in the world he’s delivering into the abysmal bowels of Hades.
Overcoming American culture would be a particularly difficult task, because of how morally bankrupt North America is. Because we bought Pablo Escobar’s white gold by the boatload, America sold it’s soul to this satanic tax collector and advocate of sin. Instead of looking up to the Christ and these many great men and women of God, my generation looked up to the rappers, and the pop music icons, and commercialism and false hope in humanity! Vain and meaningless worship of idols, in infidelity towards God, misled my entire generation to hell!
My Generation X was the Y2K Generation and also the DoomsDay 2012 Generation and now it’s 2019 and we’re still here! This is only made possible through grace, that Earth has lasted this long and remains alive in us! We’ve been on the brink of Nuclear Annihilation since the early Cold War, but grace covered a multitude of sins; just don’t put grace to the test, lest you be found guilty of Easter’s bloodstains. The sheer magnitude of grace, lifting it’s head high in dignity, shows just how powerful God truly is, to set us free and use us mightily.
During the emergence of 2004, using a $2000 inheritance, left to me in my Grandfather Earnest’s will, after he passed away, and after feeling inspired by a dream to learn to DJ, I bought two Numark TTX1 Turn Tables, a Vestax PMC Pro5 Samurai mixer, and started a collection vinyl records. Little did I know important a roll, electronic music and DJing was going to become in my life moving forward, and it culminates in my 2018 AstralEnergySolarNova #PoeTrance mix. Where my psalms and my favourite music correlate together in a unique and exceedingly difficult way! But back in 2004, I was just getting started in my journey as a performing artist, and I’m thankful I had the opportunity to learn and practice the art form of DJing EDM. Another thing I would mention, is how much false hope I put into music, and making rap music the priority!
Entering into 2004, the Lord peacefully revealed to me that I was to leave Kelowna and head to Toronto! This was an obvious choice, because I was alienated by nearly every church in Kelowna, because of irrational behaviour and misconducts of that sort. I would go on to face every temptation in Toronto, and learn a valuable lessons that I will never forget. Blasted from every angle, and bursting at the seems with insecurity, I would crumble to pieces carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders; and in his grave, Humpty Dumpty would lay his head, with none to pick up the pieces, until the very End of Days.
At this time God spoke and said unto Joshua in Joshua 1:5-8. 5No one will be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you. 6 Be strong and courageous, because you will lead these people to inherit the land I swore to their ancestors to give them. 7 “Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. 8 Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. 9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
These were the words of God to Joshua, on the brink of absolute destruction!, “Be Strong and Courageous… For I AM With YOU!” I just wish I trusted it sooner, before these terrible tribulations came into fulness!
Food and dietary laws became the top priority of the Devil, because it’s religious nature distracts us from the spiritual things it’s supposed to provide. Its a struggle to not do something you want to do, just because your told your not supposed to do it, but you do it anyways and it’s a vice of temptation! Before a meal could simply slide off my shoulder, and under dietary laws of fasting and veganism, eating became overly exaggerated religious humbug and a weakness, though I had to eat to be healthy. I would struggle on the deepest level with trying to keep rules and regulations, never walking in true loving obedience. Everything I denied myself for Christ sake, I denied out of obligation to God and not from a source of loving response to the call of Salvation. The more I struggled with dietary laws and fasting, the less spiritually beneficial it became, to the extent of the struggle becoming a religious distraction from my true spiritual callings.
Being the Atom at the centre of a 13.8 billion year cosmos, in these early years I became permanently engaged in immense events and strange occurrences, as the world revolved around me on an axis of evil. My heart opened up in that timeframe to the fear of the Lord, as the battle of truth and lies, led me down a winding road into the supernatural understanding I now hold firm to. With reverence to the God, who had so recently entered my life, I was perched on the edge of my seat, listening intently and discerning revelation. I began clearly witnessing the scattered charades of God and Satan, warring for their voices to be heard, and their visions to be seen. This was a time of balance shifting change!
The Devil began erecting strongholds of ignorance and want, and legalism and fear. His deceptive messages were overwhelming and misleading and the revelation of God was being covered up. Satan’s satanic influence was inside my mind, will and emotions, and by that I came to know the Devil intently on a personal level, and the will of my Heavenly Father was missed almost entirely for years, covered up by a swarming cloud of locust that devoured the hope for Advent and the Ladder Day Harvest.
Near the end of 2004, after studying the bible for a few months, I left my study of the bible behind, to focus on the 20th Century history that sparked a First and Second World War, a Holocaust that saw up to 10 million unarmed civilian deaths, the birth and climax of the Cold War, the rise of the Information Age, the smouldering dawn of modern terrorism and many other monumental shifts that ushered us into the End Days. Due to my humility and awe at what was going on all around me, and the fact that all history manifests in a bold and bloody arrow that points directly to my coming prophetically, I was terrified of the Celebrate the Century Documentary that I was watching. The more I watched intently, the more fear diabolic pawns like Hitler or Stalin were able to entice in me, fear that would eventually break me on an anvil of weakness.
The anticipation of global ruin took on real meaning when fear struck my heart. While learning about the tragedies of the 20th century, fear only caused me to fixate closer, and watch and listen to even greater understandings, with heart open and receptive. Meanwhile, the side effect of this great fear was inability to stop worrying about the desire I had within me to eat food, due to legalism and irrational enforcement of dietary laws. I was doing a great task in accomplishing a very important goal in learning about the 20th century, but I couldn’t feel the gratitude of God, because of a food phobia that took centre stage. The path I was on, in my understanding of 20th century history, and God and Satan’s influence throughout the evolution of civilization was the right path, but I was so sick to death with fear and worry about displeasing God, that I was going to crumble to pieces in 2005.
2005 would see a terrible setback in the form of nervous breakdowns, that could have been weathered by remembering what God said to Joshua. God was with Me bolstering the defences and protecting the soul of His child. I was never alone in my sin for God was there!
>Be Strong and Courageous… For I AM With YOU!<
In late March of 2005 with the blossoms of a overly religious food phobia growing, I got on a greyhound and went to Calgary as a stop on my journey to Toronto. In Calgary I spent some time in the library and at the University of Calgary, and preaching in the streets. I had an opportunity to testify at a student event on the mic and I’m sure I sounded foolish up on that open mic testifying without any sermon notes, but I was wise enough to see the urgency of my profession, and step up to the plate to say what I could at the time, in spite of how overwhelming it was to follow in the footsteps of Jesus Christ. I didn’t stay long in Calgary before flying to Toronto, and what I remember most from that short detour, was how serious I was about being called to the centre stage and how truly unprepared I was for my calling.
On the plane to Toronto, Pope John Paul II’s funeral was on the TV, on the back of the WestJet seat ahead of mine, and the eulogy was on John 21:17, and how Jesus asked Peter, “Do you Love Me?”, and Peter replied ,“Lord, you know everything ; you know that I love you” to which Jesus replied, “Feed my sheep”. This was God’s instruction to me, that if I truly loved him, I would show Him my true love by feeding His lambs and caring for His sheep! This was the original instruction He gave me! Instead of worrying where my next meal would come from, or where I would sleep, or what I would wear, I was being told to concern myself with feeding Aslornia’s sheep.
Landing in Toronto and getting off the plane at Pearson airport, I made my way toward the baggage pickup, grabbed my things and headed on a bus to Kipling station! It didn’t take long to get riding on the subways, and before I knew it I was downtown on Queen St W., putting loonies into the speakers corner booth, with hopes I would get on air! My new found busy bee life, was going to see me all over that city, preaching, and teaching, and seeking and learning. I quickly found refuge in the Young Adult homeless shelters, and resources and outreaches that were available to a young adult, on the street of Toronto.
I went to the Mosque for Jumah, the Hare Krishna temple, the Synagogue, and to every Christian church I could find. I also hit socialist events, and protests, and rallies; pretty much anywhere I could find a crowd. I was in Barrie Ontario, for Live 8, and I was at all kinds of other music events, open mics, and hidden sanctuaries like libraries or parks. I was engaged fully in my destiny, however my unpreparedness was going to make me look like a fool wherever I went.
It didn’t take long before I saw a psychiatrist and had the necessary forms to get on ODSP filled out. As part of God’s provision, I would be receiving a government pension for Disability Support and have enough income to rent a room. I was able to stay in the homeless shelter while I waited for the approval of the application, and I thank God to this day, for the many blessings I received while first establishing myself in Toronto. There was no limit to God’s benevolence towards me, those years, that decade and a half ago!
I followed the signs daily, and they prompted me to lay hands and pray on those who needed healing. A blind person, or someone in a wheel chair, always spurred me onward to seek manifesting God’s power in my life unto another person. Unprepared for what I was doing, I rushed around the city, in a total frenzy and preached and taught and surged and fought and blitzed and tirelessly engaged, with an almost divine adrenaline inside of me! But I was withering away with a food phobia, and Satan’s approach to defeat my efforts, was to present legalism about my diet and desires for food, in spite of all the good works I was accomplishing on a daily basis. Satan wanted my good works to be nothing more than dirty rags, but they were the finest silk that money could never afford to buy!
The tension was reaching a boiling point, in an instance where I approached a caregiver, who was looking after a young person, in a wheelchair. The young girl had a severe physical disability, and I testified and prayed for her momentarily, and went on my way a little shy of 100% effort and with no miracle. All of a sudden a surge of regret and shame and guilt began pouring into my mind. Thoughts that, I didn’t pray hard enough, or long enough, or focused enough, or piously enough, and visions of destruction and ashes and ruin, began bombarding me in my mind! This was the first sign of the breaking point I was headed towards!
Religious obligations were part of what was driving my ministry in Toronto in 2005. With everything I owned in a bag upon my shoulders, I spent my time struggling to bare witness, and manifest miraculous signs and wonders to prove my witness true! There were certain sanctuaries I found in the city, like a park with a waterfall on Queen and Bay, or the downtown public library. These quiet sanctuaries were places to hear the still small voice of God, and places Satan would have had me avoid out of obligation to act fast. The Devil never wanted me to slow down for a second, to breath calmly and hear God’s clearly available voice of instruction. Satan forced its way into every decision and commanded me like a puppet on strings. This was a terrible situation because the pressure I was under was going to snap me like a twig. Belial was devastating my morale and causing a eating disorder to become one of the greatest crises we’ve ever faced on Earth, and before we were able to fix the food issue, we got tied up in an even worse inward problem.
The next cursed attack the Devil sent against my eternal destiny and my walk with God, was a sinister sexual phobia that took on a few forms. It started with a fear of fornication and sexual thoughts, and evolved into a full blown GorePhobia that saw any form of violent gore, bodily grossness or wasteful disgust amplified and ridiculed and exaggerated and condemned, all in the same breath of deception! But before this new phobia took centre stage, it started in my dreams!
At the homeless shelter I was staying at, there were many comforts and privileges. Overall for the summer of 2005 I was stumbling around on track, in obedience to God’s will. I pushed hard and I stepped towards God’s promises, with a unprepared ministry and a deep longing and conviction to help others. Needless stress was being flung onto my shoulders, by the Devil that wanted me either blind and ignorant, or overwhelmed and helpless. Since I was on track, Satan’s approach was to burden me so much, that I fell off the rails and ended up in the gutter. Then that hypocrite condemned me for failing and being in the gutter, and used his words to make matters far worse than they actually were. There was a constant supply of pressure that the world would end soon, and many signs pointed to an imminent doom, if I did not hurry and manifest the miraculous. I had every right to sense the earnest nature of my calling, but if only I knew that I had well enough time, I may have wasted less of my time struggling in the sewers, and invested more time in the library learning and growing! In fact, as I’m writing this to you today, its 2019 and I’m still alive and well on planet Earth.
After a particular stressful summer day, I lay my head on my pillow to sleep. In my dream my computer screen was being shook by a powerful Earthquake. The instructions were clear, I was to warn of the San Andreas quake before it happened, in order to confirm my prophetic powers. So for that whole day I dashed around, and leapt and dove, and made a great commotion wherever I could. I even got on Much Music in the audience and jumped out on camera LIVE, to declare the Earthquake prophecy and was quickly banned from the property. I was on edge and struggling to keep up with the busyness of Canada’s most fast paced city. Everywhere I looked were ads and commercials, and reminders and enticements, and I had to find throughout all the clutter, the still small voice of God.
A while later, after a long day of preaching my unprepared spirituality, I rested. The day’s stress and discouragement were the last things I thought of when fell asleep. This was when I received the first in a series of many sexual nightmares. I had a graphically sexual dream that was extremely vivid and realistic. I woke up with terror in my heart as though what I had saw was the greatest horror I had ever been exposed to! And perhaps it was, but the legalism and condemnation, surrounding the very shadow of a doubt, was enough to convict me of it’s sin! I quickly prayed to clear my thoughts and pressed on, but the dreams kept me awaking with the vivid temptation to react and respond to the tempting.
I would have a stressful day, and a terrible sex nightmare. And another day of extreme stress, and then another nightmare. And this continued until I finally gave into the temptation, and relieved the pent up sexual frustration, alone by myself in private. That was when all hell broke loose and I was thrown under a crushing weight of sin, iniquity, and guilt and condemnation. The feeling of nervous anxiety wracked my torso, from my groin to the fear in my heart. I thought all was lost because Eve, took of the fruit and ate, and no matter how many times I tried washing away the sickening feeling, I couldn’t escape the damnable truth that I had sinned in the eyes of God, and no filthy rag of good works could make up for that. The Devil with his sovereign authority to pretend to be God, also never stopped pushing me onward with fear and worry, so that I couldn’t stop to solve the GorePhobia that was emerging. And like the old story goes, one bite of the fruit, and it was a fall from grace from henceforth, that would see our Universe shift from an uphill struggle, to a downhill backslide.
Having been kicked out of grade school for preaching in my last year, I was hoping I could redeem myself, by finishing my grade 12 diploma in Toronto. For you were able at the time to attend high-school in Ontario until your 21. But by the time that summer of 2005 ended, I was so sick with phobia and hallucinating the worst sickening visions of incitement, that there was no hope in formal education due to the terrible disability. I was again finding myself wrestling to learn on my own, without the learning skills I needed to equipped me with the success my destiny would command.
Instead of taking the stress and pressure off my shoulders, to relieve the mental illness that was plaguing me, the Devil harassed me with stressors and threats, that enraged my fears and frustrations and anxiety. I rushed around with a megaphone psycho babbling about an Earthquake and that I was the Messiah. Nobody cared about what I had to say, and the best thing I could have done would have been to sit down in the library and write down my testimony, so I had something tangible to share with someone, not just a bunch of vain religous words and cliche catch phrases. But alas, the Devil’s pressuring pushed me towards the edge of oblivion. By the time Satan was done pushing me over the edge, I had been arrested and charged with disturbing the peace, ticketed, and I even got banned from the library for 3 months for making a spectacle during an open forum.
The GorePhobia lasted almost a year, and under the guilt and condemnation attached to it’s influence, it was an inward illness that could not be healed or cleansed outwardly. I sought help from churches in Toronto and attended meetings with various faith groups, in order to be healthy and successful as a Prophet, but the bible was not the solution to my problems, a close and intimate relationship with God was! The only problem, is that the Devil pushed me away, and stood with it’s legalistic morality, against any hope that I could be God’s friend.
By the time I left Toronto in January of 2006, there was a great chasm between me and God because of sin, and no religious service was enough to bridge the gap. Seeing how badly Toronto turned out for me, when the option to leave was clearly revealed by God, I was more than willing go to live with my family in Alberta, where I would at least eat healthy and have my fill. But leaving Toronto was to be the catalyst of a self-centred odyssey that lasted until 2007 and cemented my division from God. The chasm became so entrenched, that for years leading on it was stalemate trench warfare without any substantial gains, and with great loss of life and treachery under Satan’s influence.
In 2006, I went unto my family in Edmonton in the West, from Toronto in the East, with my tail between my legs, and with many discouraging moments and sad memories. It was what it was, and is what it is! So be it then. At least I have this reflection occurring at this moment, and at least I can forsake my apathy long enough to not easily forget these things, and care intimately as I write this down. My testimonial declaration is my remnant salvaging from painful lessons from a past I cannot change, as I head down this trail into the Apocalypse I enabled.
I lost faith in what I was doing in Toronto, because of that terrible illness of stressful anxiety. Holy Ghost power had not solved the problem right away and I was in a valley and a low place waiting for a miraculous cure to my illness. I was too religious to take medicine or even try experimenting with finding what medicine I should take. This was a serious blunder on my part, because a simple chemical imbalance was going to cost me everything! So much of who we are and who were is chemistry. I am a chemical body and a spirit creature dealing with supernatural struggles on an eternally implicating scale, so why couldn’t I at least attempt a medicine that could help settle the intense extremity of my illness.
Overall Edmonton was a lively city with a quick pace and abundance of resource, that I could utilize to manifest God’s Kingdom, lest I be distracted and loose Advent hope!. Compared to Westbank, Edmonton was bustling like Vancouver or Toronto, but it was also simplified to live in Alberta because of my family supports. Living with family meant less worries about food or shelter, or other provisions. Before long, I was oblivious to dietary concerns and my GorePhobia completely subsided into self-security. The blade that was upon my throat pressuring me onward was removed, and a calm ease settled upon my heart.
However, going home to my family in Alberta from Toronto was going to turn out to be a grievous sacrifice, because what followed was a backsliding period, that lasted until 2007. Due to my experience in Toronto being extremely uncomfortable and amidst a calm atmosphere of ease found from going home, Belial came at me with his twisted lies from the opposite angle. The Devil told me I needed to find my Eve, and that I was the Last Adam (1 Corinthians 15:22)! The slanderous lies of the Devil, sent me on a wild goose chase, looking for love in all the wrong places, and never stopping to consider the vanity of such pursuits or the terrible consequences of the iniquity.
My chemical addictions did terrible things to our eternal hope, and you have my sincere and humbled prayer of apology, for wasting what time we had. I was a habitual creature with many pleasure seeking behaviours, and I would scoff at any reprove or foregoing, and forced God down the pathway that I was choosing for us all. The iniquity of my decisions show just how vulnerable our Advent hope has become, for we are all Adam’s seed and we face the extinction of our world and the sterilization of all life on Earth. How will we rewrite the stars and spread the seed of Atom into the heavenly abodes if all life on Earth is damned? Anger solidified, and was my chemical reaction to irritants. Rage became an addiction, when irritated and agitated, by the swarming mind-games of a Truman Show. With the eye of the sky on me, and the Devil behind me hoping I don’t get away, surrounded by a crowd of false witness, it was difficult to stand alone in my task with the world on my shoulders. I needed to develop spiritual strength and stand steadfast in order to rescue God’s Advent hope at the very end of our dynamic age.
I made a dangerous choice to go live with my mother again in Edmonton, at a time when my earthly father was still alive and well on planet Earth and working in the USA! My family’s home was always just a stone’s throw away and I was always welcome back home in their loving arms. But coming home would cost me my sense of urgency and set me up on a path of self-defeat brought upon me, by my own selfish pursuits. I would learn to pursue my desires over the things of the spirit, and the end time implications would be devastating, especially now as I’m writing this account down.
I was happy to live close to West Edmonton Mall. The mall was to be a hub for my ministry, and I got used to it’s busy atmosphere and layout right away. It was a swift change from dashing around downtown Toronto and all over that terrifying city, to focusing on a global attraction like that mall, and sticking within 10 or 15 minutes of home with my activities! I spent a-lot of time at the Collingwood YMCA and exercised often. I even made plans to attend an adult education centre to get my grade 12 diploma, but that was more schooling that never came about.
At this important time, I was inspired by worldly passions and was falsely led toward a sinful ambition to find love! I wasted lots of time fixating on earthly companionship, and eventually by following this path, I drifted away from God into debauchery. I was convicted by the Holy Spirit to continue on the missionary path, pursuing ministry as my calling, but Belial and his trickery caused Eve to ignore God’s instructions, and eat of the forbidden fruit. God wanted me to give my blood, and sacrifice the comforts and convenience of the West, to serve a cause far greater than myself, but the desire in my heart to find fairytale love, and Satan’s deceptive coddling, all pushed me onward on this foolish escapade.
There were fights and wrestlings between me and God, and no one yet knew the trouble I sought after by pursuing carnal passion! I struggled and struggled with a chemical mindset, overcome with a greedy melancholy, and did very little to observe a way out of my habitual behaviour and human nature! I chose the hardest path before me, and stumbled foolishly the whole way down it. I became a blundering procrastinator who had the assumption of time and lived as a prodigal child in rebellion.
I made plans to buy DJ equipment and got hired to work at MC.Donalds near where I was living. I ended getting a couple Numark Axis 9 CDJPlayers, and a Numark DMX Digital Mixer and I went about playing video games and mixing breakbeats, and loosing no sleep by worrying or being overwhelmed by the threat of a coming common grave! Taking off the pressure helped my sickening phobias subside, but I still had to fight on, and without any pressure pressing down on me, it was a difficulty to seize those tense moments of opportunity!
2006 was clouded by sin, and the Devil made it a year all about me coming “ OUT!” of my closet, about me coming to terms with my human nature, and about unfounded feelings and selfish ambitions, with little cause for concern in my ignorant blissful state of mind. I even had a pass to the tanning booths, to show you the extent of my compromise and vanity, in the name of self!
I look back and see the reverberation of my past errors, still haunting me nearly a decade and a half later. It was the choice to embrace myself and my humanity over the Holy Spirit, after a year of struggling and wrestling with the forces of good and evil, that had me end up taking the whole 2006 year off. Since then I’ve never really got back on track again the same way I was before in the beginning, and I’m without the same burdening conviction my born again self felt.
(Even now in 2019, months away from 2020vision!)
It was Farris Bueller’s day off for an entire year of rest in 2006, I needed to overcome my phobias and was doing so without medicine, just a full acceptance of sexuality and it’s chemical influence on my thoughts, mood and behaviour. I should have tried an antidepressant or a mood stabilizer, but had no intention on allowing those to be my vindication. I was too spiritual to address a chemical unbalance with chemicals, I thought everything needed be spiritual focus, and only by being a spiritualist could I address my problems.
The year flew by, as I was having fun, enjoying dates, movies and video games, and music, and prospects of a music career I knew not how to begin. That’s pretty much all I’d say about 2006. It cost us dearly for the Final Prophet to be backslidden, but western tradition would assume, that to be my right as a Canadian! Because what really was it? A gym membership and a booster juice, a few beers and some pot, a few friends I had no business associating with, but it was time apart from preparing my feet to stand firm in these truths. Wasted time, is wasted time. The later it gets in this season the more sin harms us and 2006 was a devastating year.
I would first stress that 2007 leading into 2008, was a time of very difficult time of uncontrollable anger. My limited action amounted to little more than experience, and this timeframe was a great shifting point between the forces of Heaven and Hell. The way these months were going to unfold was going to lead to events that would see the better part of the next 12 years sabotaged and stooged in the worst way. April fools on a weary Sunday morning!
I cannot stress with more realness the fact that anger was my most destructive chemical addiction! Rage was my greatest weakness, now that the FoodPhobia or sexuality based GorePhobia had passed. I was unable to stay settled in the simplest tasks, without the accuser and slanderer of my heart, rising up to set me off on a short fuze, to blow up in disgrace and sin! I found no holiness in my reckoning with my diabolic foe. No spirit essence, just rage! No feet fitted for service, just routine breaks from the stress and the contempt I felt towards the inconvenient truth!
There were works of the flesh, and then there was what meaningless tasks I was going to undertake, apart from a intimate relationship with God. Reading an inspiring book to the glory of God, can be more beneficial than writing volumes of your own works for your own glory. For all the right reasons, for whatever motive, just to act out logically in truth, was a great accomplishment. However heaven was on the rocks, and there was no patience or acceptance for my human efforts of strength. Jumping up on stage at the GYA(GlobalYouthAssembly) and performing a rap song, or being at YC(YouthConference) with no rest and still making it to my graveyard shift at MC.Donalds after the conference, were positive doings, however the fundamental problem was a division between me and God, that remained unreconciled for years!
Around this 2007 timeframe too, I established a website that no longer exists online but became the basis of my current website EpicTestament.com. My ability to figure out adobe flash and html coding, and to incorporate YouTube, podcasting, blogging and music, all into one site was a great accomplishment, and the website took on a very professional look. After gaining momentum and workflow, I stayed up all night long and well into the morning working on finishing touches on the site. That very morning, after working diligently throughout the night, I decided to take the dog for a walk, and while I was outside I saw a young neighbour, who had a sickly appearance. I decided to approach the youngster and tell them about Christ’s essence and offer a prayer. After that I went home and crashed in bed only to be harassed by a terrible nightmare that told me I was wasting my time, and my offering was rejected. This led to great conflict and dissension between me and God. This was the Devil’s strategy in addressing my offerings; cold and callous rejection.
It was in 2007 that I received an important dream, where my Brother In Law Jeff, Marsh, came into my vision, pointed at his watch and spoke saying, “The World Will End In 2012”. Since then until proven false, every-time a wristwatch popped up in my mind, I was reminded how late it was in this race, though now 2012 would be considered early from this current standpoint. And so I lived by this prophecy completely like it was God speaking, even though it was lies and false. Knowing the fact that it’s 2019 now as I’m writing this, and the 2012 scandal came and went like a bite from the Y2K bug, I did not know this at the time, and the fact that this intricate lie was so well plotted, I had no reason to not believe this date would hold firm as doomsday! Actually, as part of a mass emailing campaign I engaged in around this time, the date 2012 was a significant proclamation, and luckily a false date that never amounted to much!
There were a couple missed opportunities for prayer and potential miraculous healings. My grandpa Boom Pa!, died of lung cancer and, though I was at his funeral, I neglected to see him in the hospital before he passed, to pray for healing and perhaps see the miraculous manifest! This would be a pattern repeated, and why some of my life’s most meaningful prayers never came to pass! Viola, my brother in law Ben’s mother, also passed around this time. She was ultimately someone I would have known as kind and forbearing, towards the things of the spirit. But again this was another missed opportunity, because I was prioritizing my own goals in ministry, and too rigid and unwilling to deviate from such priorities, in order to see the miracles happen.
There were all kinds of works in 2007 on into the following year. I taught a DJ workshop at the Spruce Grove community centre, I setup a concert at the Avenue Skateboard Park, I did some library events, and I did a street ministry with a battery powered amp, music and psalms. I produced a half dozen or so, God inspired hiphop tracks, that were of a good quality and well received. However, none of these efforts amounted in any substantial gains, which was why I left Edmonton for Toronto yet again, to see if I could see someone converted to the true knowledge, wisdom, and understanding I was so affected by!
I went back to Toronto to put on a show using the EL Macombo nightclub as a venue. I had drafted up some posters and flyers, to placard about the city, but all the while fighting with God inside and presenting a false outward image, of who I was in my inner self. I put up posters all the while filled with rage, and I handed out flyers, as a religious obligation I was serving. I did not these things out of love, and the venue amounted to very little, because of how little love was actually being expressed in the offering. But I reached a religious checkpoint and decided to consider the effort was the value of it! At the time, I was probably better off serving in someone else's church as a volunteer with my mouth shut, than to prioritize my own vain works and loveless words!
I stayed in Toronto only for about 3 or 4 months in 2007 before heading back to Edmonton. My mission in Toronto was to put on a show and see what people I could influence with my seasonal message, in the form of music and psalms. Around this time too, I was busking and using a Crate Taxi battery powered amplifier, to play instrumentals and rap over top of them, right on the street. There were expressions of generosity and kindness in the form of tips from strangers, but the greatest encouragement was when someone just simply stopped to listen to the message respectfully.
All these works of the flesh I was accomplishing, and the fact that I was unable to create conversions with these efforts, were in part why I walked away from my peaceful ministry and got caught up in a dark spirit of trying to force my way forward. It started seeming like none of my greatest efforts would amount to much, and that I needed to dive further, and harder, and faster, and more sacrificially. The fact was I needed to focus on making my ministry a powerful declaration of God’s grace, and no longer a talent offering, or a show of lyrical genius. A basic acceptance of who I was peacefully in God’s divine will, and the fulfillment of my spiritual obligations, would have seen more preferable results, than running around in my own strength with no results for as long as I did!
This was when I began the undertaking of writing the Epic Testament, a revelation of the perfect duality of the Alpha VS the Omega and the creation of cosmos in their Universal War. The revelation and instruction that this project should be my priority, interrupted a focus on spiritual based blogging and podcasting, that was helping me heal and grow. The Epic Testament was something I would spend over 12 hours a day writing, and often scrapping together from various articles online, all the while tormented and harassed by the terrible misfortunes befell by our people and the wicked sins we commit in Satan’s name. But this too was a vain work, for no matter how many intent hours I spent writing it, it didn’t bring me closer to God and only spurred me into desperate action, I didn’t need to take.
There were successful efforts in ministry in 2007-2008, that were steps in the right direction, but because of deceptive directions to go up against Caesar and the law, rather than faithfully hold firm to my rights and responsibilities, building the Ark like Noah unto the day of the flood, I soon would find myself disqualified from the race entirely. The same devilish deception that got Jesus crucified by pushing him too far, was pushing me up against a wailing wall. Things were going to shift terribly against me, and I was going to end up on Damnation Row, and a lethargic melancholy and severe depression, would follow me like a black cloud for years to come. I was going to be locked down at ground zero, in a Forensic Psychiatric Hospital (FPH), located in one of the worst possible places for surviving the end times! And there I would remain for years to come, all the while believing the hopelessness of my situation and the lack of earnestness towards faithful repentance. The truth was my penitence was powerful and still had the validity to lead to salvation through grace!
During the early part of 2008 I was my own worst enemy. By this time in my life, I had severe depression and was suicidal from the continual conflict in my heart. Every time I received rebuke or correction from the spiritual forces in my life, I would spiral into disgruntlement, and shut down like a tripped overloaded power grid. This was the time when my relationship with God was at it’s lowest point, and when I was so bound up with an unwell state of mind, that I was willing to go to any extreme in order to feel accepted by my Heavenly Father, or even just to accept myself in my fallen Crowform. That was when I took things too far and committed a violent act against what I thought was sin, that saw the letter of the law come against me. I would turn to the sword, and forsake the spiritual power inherent in me to speak God’s word and see the masses impacted like nothing in 2000 years!
Violence was so far from my spiritual nature, and such a foreign concept alien to my vocabulary. That I even considered such a extreme measure was the result of legalistic forces from the bowels of Hades, weathering me away and spurring me on in despair. Being kept sick and unwell, for such a long period of time, divided from God and thrown into the lions den to be devoured, this was a penalty derived from the laws of attraction. Acting out of symptoms of illness, I took up the sword and lashed out under a spirit of fear and condemnation. Without any real courage on the inside, and with the Universe crashing down around me outwardly, the mission botched and I was kicked out of the race entirely, and hospitalized without hope for years on end. This would be the worst place to be stuck, divided from God and the inward calling of Christos. A hopeless state of mind, and years to endure the hardships of dealing with that hopelessness, with little love or care to shift the balance in love’s direction!
By May 8th 2008, as a result of a serious criminal charge, I entered into the British Columbia forensic mental health system, and went under the direction of the BC Review Board. No amount of prayer, or praise, or singing, or begging for forgiveness, or remorse before God, would fix the chasm between me and the Lord. Due to enmity from my past catching up with me and driving a wedge between our spirits, I could never feel the Father’s presence or that my penitence was acceptable. I truly was condemnable in every way because of my past sins, but as a result of seeing no hope I never reconciled with God in that prison, and it only made matters worse in the long run.
The Colony Farm Years 2008-2012!
As a result of being locked up, and feeling completely useless to the Lord due to my incarceration, I felt like I had no purpose in continuing my life. I struggled with self harm and never had the sense to feel God’s presence in my life, till many years later. I did not realize, God was a God of tender mercies and loving forgiveness, and that He was willing to forgive even the worst sinners on their worst days, and set them on a path of redemption, that would see the shackles of any prison thrown off, in the liberty of gospel pursuits. The main problem that inflicted the most serious blow to my inner wellness, was that I did not know God truly or understand His teachings. The god I thought I was following all this time, was in reality the Devil in disguise, only seeking to steer me farther away from the One True God, Aslornia!
Being imprisoned in a hospital, was a terrible circumstance, but I could have made the best of it, by a long shot. I always dwelled on the worst, and felt like I was the worst of the worst, out of all the guys I was locked up with. As a result, I had no tangible anchor to hold to, and drifted into things like nicotine addiction, over eating, lustful pursuits and immoral shows on TV, for example. I started laughing at dirty jokes and at the crazy people around me, for they surely were silly people, and I was just a tiny part of their mindless flock. I became more and more like them, and this was when I truly began taking on and embracing the form of a fallen Crow.
It was at my lowest point, when I needed the broken shards of my life, to be picked up and glued back together, that Satan truly did the most longterm harm. I laid my heart down on an alter as a living sacrifice, and begged God to draw near, but only got thrown to the lions den of unforgiveness and betrayal. This fallen state of disgrace, is where I would stay for the better part of the NEXT DECADE, until the Divine Advent Intervention! No ambition to grow in the spirit, just guilt shame and condemnation, that the dread-lord Satan was enticing on every level without relent or mercy!
This was all suffered, operating under the assumption that I didn’t have time to erect a church, or spread God’s truth, or hope to see salvation manifest through my ministry. I was operating under the assumption that the sword was my last and only chance and an impossibility now. Assuming I had no hope, when I turned to God with simple praise, and “I Love You”, I only received hate-filled responses, and an overwhelming sense of rejection. It was clear that no matter what I offered God, I could not be reconciled from a hopeless place of bondage to rejection and boredom!
I know now that I was receiving guilt and condemnation from Satan, and not God, but the spirit of rejection hung over me like a dark nebula of hopelessness. I could not believe in the love of God, or that the Lord still had a purpose for me to fulfill in His divine will. I learned a very simple prayer to recite, and for the next couple years I recited my prayer multiple times a day, like a ritualistic Islamic Salat. In spite of how I felt, whether hopeless or empty, I prayed my unique Salat and offered God my tongue’s praise and heart’s surrender. I don’t know if I would have survived Damnation Row, if it wasn’t for that repetitive, ritualistic, prayer and praise!
So from the start of my incarceration in May 2008 until about 2010, all I did was pray for forgiveness without a reply, and gain weight from overeating and overindulging in all forms of laziness. This whole time was a time of severe depression, and it was nearly impossible for an uplifting of my spirits, due to the precariousness of my terrible situation. The assumed deadline of 2012 was approaching, but I was too joyless to even care about doomsday. In reality I should have been serving God’s will, no matter my downtrodden set of circumstances. At least later on, when the Lord could find purpose and meaning to use me again, I would be ready for bigger and better things in Christ! However, without the essence of hope and without the spirit of love, there was only the rockbottom outlook of Damnation Row.
My sad state of inner pain lasted until 2010 when I was moved in the hospital from the maximum security of the A-Building, to a medium security unit called Elm South. As a result of this move, and the increased amount of privilege, I was able to lift my head after nearly 2 years of severe sadness, to start looking forward as though I may even be able to be conditionally discharged one day. I started receiving passes to go outside in the community to attend mental health club houses like New Leaf or Penn Hall. These excursions from the familiar bondage I was enduring, became my reason for waking up in the day. Boredom became my greatest discomfort, and my greatest comfort was just having a cigarette and a coffee at a mental health drop in centre! If only I realized back then, my source of joy had ought to have been God’s graceful provision and an intimate knowing of the Lord’s spirit and person, not how many sins I could commit before the world ended in 2012.
My only source of fulfillment in that terrible incarceration, was moving forward through a very slow paced mental health system, and indulging in the privilege of freedoms. After a couple years in the A-Building, I went from max security, to medium, to minimum security in a matter of a few months, and prioritized to the upmost playing it safe, to see how much freedom I could salvage from my bondage to the law. I spent most of my time outside of the hospital, at the Bread Garden or Starbucks, playing World of Warcraft (WoW), smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. I cannot stress to you the vital importance that WoW became to me. I thought WoW, I dreamt about it, I read books about it, I spent every possible opportunity I had to play it, playing it! Meanwhile my destiny was slipping further and further from my grasp, as my Warcraft hero took centre stage and my own heroism suffered, a purposeless faltering.
A coping mechanism for all these legal restrictions that stated where I must live, and if ever I can move away from the Lower Mainland, was to rent a storage unit and fill it full of bottled water and preserved foodstuffs. I was under the impression, that if the world was to end, I would be able to survive longer than the beast, if I had supplies. So I used what limited resources I had to rent a 5” by 5” storage unit, and began taxiing from the superstore to the locker, in order to fill it with the emergency supplies. This was all part of a vain false hope I had in my own efforts, and was something errant towards a better future away from that dastardly city. The sooner I realized that I was hopeless in the lower-mainland, the sooner I could prioritize what I needed to in order to see myself living elsewhere, like in Kelowna again!
Meanwhile, though my video game ambitions were largely a waste of time, they did help me stay out of trouble, while I moved closer to a conditional discharge from the hospital and towards an eventual absolute discharge completely. An absolute would be what I needed to obtain if I was every to move away from BC and would mean that if I was to reoffend, I would not return to hospital but would go through the justice system like anyone else. On conditions, a breach of conditions would automatically warrant time spent back in the hospital, but on an absolute discharge you never have to return to hospital. On an absolute there are no conditions to breach, and if you break the law then you answer to the justice system and not to BC Review Board.
In 2011, I met my best friend of the last 8 years. In the first instance, we had a unfulfilling intimate relationship for a limited time, but then became simply the dearest friends. Up until this day now, this person is still a part of my life, we chat on a daily basis, and always find opportunities to see how each others days are going. I was lined up to live in a group home near the hospital, and in the process of shifting from a custodial disposition, to a conditional discharge disposition, which was a step towards my absolute discharge. By this time I had multiple bad dreams warning that leaving the hospital would put me in a vulnerable position to be too easily thwarted by a dark cult of Satan worshipers. I was paranoid about being murdered because of these nightmares, and it was my close relationship with my best friend Jeffry, that helped me realize that I belonged in the community and I had a place and purpose outside of the hospital grounds that I found far too familiar by now.
In my institutionalization I was paranoid at the time, that there were people out to get me. By ultimately taking courage in trusting God, and trusting that I had hope to still find meaning in life, the Lord inspired my confidence that He was still my sanctuary, even after all I had done to forsake hope! That’s where Jeff came through in a mighty way. He was a reason to go against my fears of leaving the hospital, and to pursue goals towards a conditional discharge and later an absolute. God used Jeffry to encourage me to step outside of what I had been used to being the norm, in a situation that was anything but normal. No longer clinging to the familiar, I left behind the norms of the hospital and received a conditional discharge and became a resident at the Coast Cottage group homes! This was a monumental shift in the right direction, because if I let fear govern my actions, I would have stayed in custody, and might not be on an absolute discharge writing this Advent Document today.
The lightening of the legalistic burdens I found myself so continually under, was one of the reasons I went into 2012, not at all tormented by the signs of the times. The movie 2012, the documentaries about the end of the world, the Mayan Calendar, the hype and build up of suspense, as well as the prophetic dream I received declaring 2012 was when the world would end, greatly contributed to a climate of tension. However I passed through new years 2011-2012 without any issues, which was rather ignorant of me. It wasn’t until the following Christmas and new years 2012-2013, that there would be a climatic crises that would see a tumultuous shifting period.
In January 2012 my mom began an aggressive chemo regiment and radiation therapy treatments, after she had a very invasive surgery to remove part of her colon, as a result of stage 3 cancer. Prior to discovering the cancer, my mom was on a list for a colonoscopy, and was in a waiting period. She was concerned about blood in the toilet bowl, and was seeking to get the necessary tests to find out what was going on with her body, however she was on a waiting list to get the appropriate tests. In the middle of the night, God convicted her with fear, and she shot up out of bed and was prompted with a deep sense of concern, to pay whatever cost and take whatever action she needed to be tested as soon as possible. As a result of her swift action, the cancer was discovered sooner, surgically removed and her post surgery treatment was begun and concluded with the desired result of CANCER FREE! She has now been cancer free as I’m writing this 7 years later and has been a wonderful blessing throughout my entire life and my greatest of my Guardian Angels!
The rest of the year leading up to Christmas 2012 for me was uneventful, compared to what I’ve gone through recently in this last year. It was a precursor to the year of the Lord’s favour, I am so readily proclaiming now! It also climaxed in a dress rehearsal towards the doomsday, which I now believe will occur in 2020. But 8 years ago it was all about a scrooge experience like none other. 2012 was the catalyst that brought me from finding no purpose or meaning in struggling and wrestling with the things of the spirit, to finding all hope in my trials and tribulations being endured faithfully!
Christmas 2012 was an epic season. I was unclear as to whether I should stay in the Lower Mainland, where my storage unit full with my survival supplies was located, or if I should be in Edmonton with my family. I was uncertain as to whether having more personal supplies alone in a survival situation, was better than being surrounded by the ones who love me, and having less food and water for me. So I ended up in crises mode and the movie “A Christmas Carol” had significant impact on how I would be influenced by this trumped up holiday season.
I passively accepted my mom’s invitation to spend Christmas in Edmonton. I tended to allow my passively acquiesced choices, to emerge from the shadows of my haphazard decision making process, which saw me locked up in the first place. I felt that my choice to go to Edmonton for doomsday was a sin because I only wanted the comforts of family and friends, rather than the safety of the storage unit I had established to outlast the Apocalypse and outlive the beast.
Knowing now the very date 2012 was all a big prank on me, and a April fools joke in December, I realize that this crises could have been avoided all together by my choosing of trust in the goodness of God, and finding purpose and meaning in following the Spirit, even during the alleged doomsday 2012. However, in the situation I was in back then, the choice of where to spend the remnants of 2012, was the most important decision I could possibly make. Passively allowing myself to align with my mother’s wishes, that I spend Christmas and New Years with family, was a problem for me. It wasn’t until a day before my December flight to Edmonton, that the crises of what was being ushered in, began to matter in full force.
The crises that Christmas 2012 was doomsday, became paramount in my recovery from the institutionalization I was experiencing, from my downward spiral into incarceration. I was just going to ignorantly and passively spend Christmas in Edmonton, and just simply choose Edmonton because my mom wanted me to, even after being warned ever clearly in a dream that the world would end in 2012, years prior. The whole world was in 2012 frenzy by now, and it was the hot topic of discussion. But 2012’s Doomsday was no more real than Doomsday Y2K, and if anything, the spiritual forces of the Universe crying wolf, only shrouded the true End Time Apocalypse with scoffing and deriding.
At my group home, I saw “A Christmas Carol”, from 1984 with George C. Scott and realized, for the last 4 years especially and since entering into the BC forensic mental health system, that I had lived my life selfishly and audaciously in ignorance of Judgment Day. I realized that I was the greatest scrooge in human history, the one who sold out the spearhead of heaven and the messianic birthright, for a spoon and a bowl of stew (Genesis 25:29-34). Like Esau I sold my inheritance for a momentary comfort, and Jacob sought to gain all I was entitled to, as a result of my passiveness and lack of urgent concern. That’s how I felt about my eternal destiny. I sensed that because of my stupidity, I was disqualified from receiving God’s best for me in my life. I watched the movie and realized that the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future, were haunting me that holiday season, and in the most intimate way, I chose to take this Christmas fable to heart, and it convicted my soul! Nevertheless I woke up the next morning and made my way to the airport, ignorantly choosing to passively make my mom happy. That was when the confrontation emerged in a more direct way.
On my way to the airport, little was said to direct my focus from getting on that plane. It wasn’t until I was seated near my gate, and waiting on the other side of security, that both sides of the argument of where I should spend Doomsday, were fully acted out and allocated around me. As I sat in the waiting area, I was listening to a Hillsong Church Podcast from Brian Houston, and was seeking some confidence and security in my journey to Edmonton. The message the Universe was going to portray however, was going to ridicule, criticize, intensify the situation, and completely have me taken aback as to wether or not to get on the plane. Hillsong church wasn’t typically anything other than spirit contemporary, but my third eye could sense clearly the crises mode I was rightfully so meant to endure. After all, what right did I have to go into this so clearly prophesied doomsday, without a care in the world? Will I repent at the sight of my gravestone, like Ebenezer Scrooge when facing the fulness of the revelation that Christmas future had into his death, or will this Christmas season be just another washed-out burnt-out season?
The doomsday omen started bombarding me with pressure to turn around and go back to the Cottages. I tried rationalizing the situation, and making excuses as to why being with my family was the right decision, and how being away from Vancouver was the best possible doomsday scenario. Both sides of the argument unleashed hellish fury on my heart, and I found myself intensely effected by the crises, even though I had spent the last few years, playing video games, smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee and ignoring my problems. This was the rude awakening I needed, to set me up on a pathway that wasn’t doomed to failure, but it was a false doomsday and a opportune crises indeed.
I eventually cast my cares aside and plunged forward onto the plane and across the boarder into Alberta, where I had permission to reside for up to 28 days on my disposition. I decided to risk everything because I felt my family’s help was more important to me than a bunch of food and water at ground zero. I picked myself up and planted my feet firm upon the aircraft. With no assurance what I was doing was not eternal suicide in the first place, I sought confirmation from the Lord that going to Edmonton for doomsday was appropriate. No confirmation came.
I got off the plane in Edmonton to typically colder winter weather, and that was the first reason to doubt. The fact that just the heightened degree of weather extremity, was reason to not be in Alberta, was good cause to doubt my decision. But it was the voices of the Titans warring within myself and arguing all the way from the Edmonton airport, to my Mother’s home in Spruce Grove, that made me want to turn around and go spend the Apocalypse in Vancouver. The main temptation I had from Satan was to take a drastic measure towards rectifying my mistake in flying to Edmonton, by creating a public disturbance or calling 911 and acting unwell, in order to force my way back into Colony Farms and to be done with the crises. This never came about, however was always an option as long as I was in crises mode! Might I remind you this was all unnecessary in the first place, for doomsday 2012 was a trick on me and not a true revelation of end time prophecy.
This all did however come to a head, when I made a Christmas Eve disturbance and started preaching to my family that the world was going to end. I was under the influence of alcohol, and under great pressure from the celestial beings engaged in tug of war over my soul. None in my family took it seriously and nobody thought I was in my right frame of mind. But I argued a few scattered ideas of biological, or nuclear attacks on Edmonton, and how if we didn’t get away from there, we would be doomed. My family’s typical reaction was to assume I was out of my mind, which was the case in the past, however nobody took my final stand seriously. It was by the grace of God that doomsday wasn’t in 2012 and it was all an elaborate hoax, but little did I know this would be a great turning point in my journey with God, and a break in the chain that bound me to purposeless time wasting!
A positive development, was that I found an old hard drive with old writing projects I had undertaken before 2008, as well as my music collection from when DJing was the priority! Also I got a Google Nexus tablet in my Santa stocking and it wasn’t long before I was writing rhymes into Evernote and thinking about making music a priority once again. Just having my music collection back was enough that in 2013, I went to Long and McQuade to buy DJ equipment and start recording mixes to podcast. I would also write gospel lyrics that even today are influencing my Glory Rhymes, and still flourishing! But this all came at a cost, and the risk of getting in trouble that Christmas and loosing my conditional discharge was significant, because I was being tormented by doubt, and being told to flee Edmonton at all costs, because when the World ends and I’m still in Alberta, my damnation is a guarantee! But new years came and went and I moved on from the situation with a new perspective.
The Universe crying wolf, and falsely proclaiming the end, would be an excuse to ignore the threats, and discomforts of future wolf cries, that I chose not to believe in! In fact, as the bible says, “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour”. (Matthew 25:13) This biblical statement is true. Even if the Universe protrudes into your dreams, points at a wristwatch and says, “THE WORLD WILL END IN 2012!”, you have to consider it possible, but realize the impossibility of KNOWING such things. For years, every time I saw a wristwatch, I was convicted with a burden, that was in the first place unfounded, and untrue, and misinforming! But an apocalyptic dress rehearsal was just what the doctor ordered, because it helped me get back on track with my music, and using the passing time to write rhymes that are helping me communicate on this very day!
2013-2015 Near Misses, New Beginnings.
This is a radically turbulent timeframe. Having all the motivation stripped from me for so many years and finding comfort in privilege, I missed out on God’s best. Pinning me to a cross of hopelessness, that was based on a damnation that in reality, was theoretical and prematurely fixated on above all else, only bled me dry spiritually. So when I finally emerged from a place of rock bottom hopelessness and actually got up off the floor to lift my worship to God, I was unable to do so in a effective way. In fact, I started writing on the bus and the skytrain, on my way to and from a job at Tim Hortons. I wrote rhymes about heaven and hell, God and the Devil, and a Messianic purpose. I wrote light contrasting darkness, and good vs evil, and from the overflow of my heart, I inked my tablet with poetic scripture that I have in my account to this very day, some 6 or 7 years later!
No word from 2013 on, was wasted. I would develop very fundamental gifts of tongues and discernment of prophecy. I wasn’t going to be fooled by a false doomsday again, however if I didn’t pursue saving grace, eventually the true doomsday would usher in suffering, hades, and the grave, even if it didn’t happen until 2025. Time flies by whether you stop to notice it or not! If only when I first began struggling with the Devil and wrestling with God, I knew I had over a decade and a half to figure it all out. If only I walked with some biblical assurance back then, that God would prevail and find a way to save, I would have avoided being slammed down to the rock bottom pit I dwelled in for over a decade of waiting for the end of time.
I began to sense meaning in my words, and though the heavens didn’t open up and fire may have never come down to light my tablet ablaze with confirmation, I knew writing rhymes into that tablet was a holy act of communion with God and a sure thing to do, in honour of HIM! For a Prophet does not live by the sword, but by the command of His tongue, and all holy proclamation and miraculous confirmation come from the words a Prophet speaks.
The 125 Psalm of Joshua states: 125) In a sudden collapse, of this planet at its end, I'm laying down the sword, and picking up this pen; to right my final words, a desperate s.o.s., to the people who forsook the light, and put the Christ to death; Guilty idle hand, nurse from the devil's breast, and numbly acquiesce, to a forever without rest; the calamity festers, in the hearts within their chests, they truly have no clue, so blindly take a guess.
This is one of the verses I was able to jot down in 2013. It is a bold statement against idle Christianity and placid religious endeavours, that neither glorify God, nor see the fruit of the spirit! I would go on to write volumes of Glory Rhymes, spoken in spirit and truth, and preserved in Evernote. I would develop my gift of tongues to the extent where I can rhyme my revelations, and make sense while sounding artistic. I would evolve the English language to the point, where I could think in poetic rhymes and speak and communicate entire discourses with eloquent style and bold speech. This became a great encouragement to speak, having a arsenal of scriptural and prophetic rhymes, and I became highly motivated to make music with them.
But nothing other than some script writing and a few recorded mixes on a Vestax DJ controller amounted from anything I did in 2013, it was the following year after I had a puff of Cannabis that this shifted into something far more serious. In 2014, under the conviction of Sochi 2014 Winter Olympic Games, being the end day event that seals our fate, I began to struggle to a greater degree with the signs of the times, and saw more purpose behind my words and song. During those winter months, I had a puff of Cannabis provided by my friend Cyril, after not being exposed to it for roughly a half a decade. The effect was euphoric hope and a vision of musical explosions of grace. After that puff, my music had far more prophetic meaning and a revelation of eternal grandeur! I saw clearly the potential of fusing the prophetic rhymes I had been writing with DJing electronic music, was something nobody else was doing, and could help me secure a captive audience. I knew music was not the sum of the message, but was simply a tool to have someone hear the truth! I only used cannabis at this time experimentally, because my conditional disposition outlawed it. Had I been caught using weed, I could have lost my apartment in the community and have been sent back to the hospital.
I decided my cheap Vestax DJ Controller was not good enough, and I upgraded to a Pioneer DJ DDJ-SX, which was well worth the investment, aside from it having quality issues in the microphone port. Now that I was taking music more seriously, and it became my newfound priority, alternative activities like World of Warcraft had less significance. However, I did still take the time to play video games, and there were times where I cared less about music and more about pleasure. The thing was, music was in and of itself a great source of pleasure too, and it was very greedy and selfish for me to not pursue it with my whole heart, soul, mind and strength, as an offering to God. I had a sense of entitlement to what privilege I had, even at great cost. I needed to learn sooner than later, that all the things of the world that are lost for Christ’s sake are not wasted, but lucrative investments in Kingdom pursuits!
Unfortunately back then I didn’t have the sense of urgency I hold firm to now. Without genuine meaning or purpose in the will of God, I drifted and wandered lazily towards my ministry goals. Rather than deliberately and strategically reaching goals, in the fruition of walking in my destiny, I was a casual worshiper and your typical lukewarm Christian. However I found in my beliefs and prophetic understanding, the essence of all things supernatural and glorious, for my encounter with God was the ultimate encounter of Christ VS Universe on the highest extreme of potential. At the centre of a cosmic war of good and evil, as the Final Atom and the seed future Advent, I pursue now the fulfillment of all things hoped for, that it not be too late in time to see the Kingdom of God manifest in our end time era.
In 2014, I was living in my own apartment with limited interactions with mental health professionals. I kept my apartment clean and my appearance was well kept, but spiritually I was in a time of famine and poverty. I longed to be away from that terrible city, Vancouver, but remained bound by conditions under the British Columbia Review Board. After mostly keeping my nose completely clean, in regard to following my conditions on my legal disposition, I had a revelation from God that I could obtain my Absolute Discharge from those legally binding clauses that kept me at ground zero. The signs that began emerging from the maelstrom of my prophetic contemplations, were positive and reassuring that if I went into my 2014 review board asking for an absolute discharge, I would receive it. With an absolute, I could move anywhere in Canada, and would not be bound to reside in BC or visit Alberta for only up to 28 days. I could choose to live in Ontario or Quebec, and say goodbye to the kindling wicker basket of British Columbia, the worst possible place in Canada to be in the Apocalypse.
However it was never meant to be so, for after overthinking it, and cowardly doubting the signs and revelation of God’s good provision, and after a few beers and a pack of cigarettes later, I decided that I’d stay on conditions, cowardly and not ask to be absolutely discharged to avoid the censure and interrogation of the Review Board. I called my lawyer Scott and told him I’d just plead no contest. After a few hours of doubting my doubting and changing my mind like a tumbleweed, I called Scott back to tell him I had changed my mind yet again and WOULD in fact ask for an absolute. Unfortunately it was Friday and he had left the office and was heading out of town for a weekend of leisure. He told me on the following Monday, that in order to properly represent me, he would have needed time to prepare a case based on the reports given as evidence to the hearing. He told me that because I told him I didn’t want an absolute, he didn’t bother reviewing the reports at all, and thus he did not prepare the case. He advised I go with my original plan of not contesting conditions and that I should put my absolute off until next year. This was one of the worst decisions of my life and the main reason I’m still falling behind these end time occurrences without a breakthrough. Instead of insisting on an absolute to my lawyer, I acquiesced and went with the original plan of staying on conditions, even though I could have represented myself without a lawyer, and still got the absolute discharge by my own merit, well kept presentation, and clear understanding of my situation.
2015-2017 From Conditions to Absolute
The dawn of 2015 was a downtrodden twist in the wrong direction. After spending Christmas 2014 in Edmonton and making it home for New Years, to work Jan 1st at a gas station, I started 2015 off on the worst possible footing imaginable. It started with allowing sin’s foothold in my life, without concern for the eternal implications and the consequences of iniquity. Indulging in cigarettes, energy drinks, and various forms of debauchery, were going to catch up with me and cost me my 2015, and 2016 absolutes too! It seemed like Satan’s number one priority was keeping me sinning and trapped at ground zero in Vancouver, on a legal disposition that tied me up thoroughly with restrictions and obligations, to where I could live or reside overnight, and where I can go outside of BC.
Sinful lusts of the eyes took over and I sinfully indulged in the harlots clutches. I misused the internet to sin and as a result my devices became vulnerable to hacking and exploits, and became targeted for data planting and theft. I started observing agents in the community were following me around and became extremely withdrawn and became more and more isolated in my apartment. I couldn’t go outside without sensing I was being spied on and surveilled. I felt ashamed that I had brought this down upon myself, and felt the twist of the knife of betrayal, yet again draw blood from me. All this wrecked my fragile sense of wellbeing, and created spiritual poverty and self loathing on an grand scale. The fact that all my hopes in getting an absolute were dashed in one fell swoop of Eve taking the fruit, and eating of it, made me uncertain about the very principle of my inner security in our undetermined eternal destiny. This tragic decisions to sin would hinder the rest of my life and create a climate of worldly fear and anxiety.
As a result of guilt and condemnation over my decision to misuse the internet and eat the fruit God told me to not eat, I thought it too ambitious to ask for an absolute in 2015, so I had a paper hearing to avoid a bunch false accusations that never materialized anyhow. Into the next year too, I would have pursued the same procedure, however two paper hearings in a row is not allowed. So I went to my 2016 review board, pleading no contest to the conditions. The fact that at this hearing as well, there was no evidence presented against me, gave me the inclination that NEXT YEAR I WILL ASK FOR AN ABSOLUTE! The wasted years spent fearing the worst, and not pursuing the freedom I deserved and needed to properly worship, were burned up like chaff in a meaningless way. I could have had the absolute in 2014, but it didn't materialize until 2017, when I stuck my head outside of my pitfall nature long enough to OBEY! All of the folly and foolishness I erratically chose, was the fulfillment of the Devil’s will to have me beheaded by the Apocalypse, immediately after it burst forth to reap souls, while the beast not only lavished in comforts, but inherited the Universe with ease. In the chaos of Armageddon, Satan always sought to protect the beast, and slay the Prophet of God. Trapped at ground zero, was the very worst place I could have been, and it was choices I made along the way, that nearly cemented a terrible eternal fate in stone! Just being further away from ground zero than the devil’s advocate, I had a fighting chance of surviving the worst Satan has to throw at us.
All the while, my writing and my DJing was getting more honed often, and I paused to upload and livestream and perform online with my music. I was also establishing EpicTestament.com and recording the Epic Testament in new ways to be casted, and studied and remembered. The Epic Testament started off as a essay project inspired by God, and was something I was engaged in knowingly, in one form or another since I was 16 years old! I saw this eternal conflict unfolding, and knew I had to choose my course in life, if I was to be of any use to GOD!
On Thursday Feb 18th, 2016, my Uncle Pat collapsed dead at 46 in a heaping mess, a death from a heart-attack, fuelled by alcohol and drug abuse for many years. It made me think about the poorly thought through decisions, I myself have made in my fallen Crow state. Under the knowing of how many death defying and soul defiling chemicals, were in my body from substance use. I could feel twinges of pains, in my palpitating heart, and it concerned me to know I could be here one moment and gone the next. This gave me good reason to reflect on how many energy drinks or cigarettes I had consumed on the average day, and how my poor decisions would effect eternity.
I never attended my Uncle’s funeral because of the stress I was experiencing due to being surveilled in the community. I was scared to travel in an aircraft out of the province, due to uncertainty and regret. I was in check and had met my match in a twist of betrayal that clung like burrs, to my every weakness! I missed seeing family and friends reminisce the good naturedness of my uncle and how his wild spirit was just as part of who we were as any other of our family members.
As a result of my mom’s anguish over her brother’s death, a few days after hearing the foul news and during a cleanse for a colonoscopy, my mother was not drinking enough water and collapsed from dehydration. My father, having had a minor stroke prior, was no longer thinking clearly and instead of calling 911, he put my mom to bed. Luckily my brother Mick arrived a couple hours later and discovered my mom in bed, covered in vomit and unconscious. Mick had the sense to call an ambulance, and my mother was rushed to emergency and her hydration was replenished. As a result of the dehydration, my mom was struck with delirium. She was unable to remember who she was, or where she lived, or even that my uncle died. She would fully recover her memory, but the doctor said if my brother hadn’t arrived when he had, and if my mom stayed in bed, she could have easily died, robbing me of a great ally.
My earthly father Ronald J. Witham SR, died in January, on Friday the 13th, 2017, at the age of 83, as a result of an undetected infection in his lungs. My father’s provision in my life, was God’s greatest way of providing for me abundance. I often didn’t appreciate my Dad, because he was stern and a little impatient with me. However, when my Dad died he provided my greatest provision, amidst all of the struggles I had been having, the inspiration to pursue an absolute discharge from the BC Review Board. My father’s sickness was up and coming for many years. He was having medical emergencies for a while now, but I didn’t think I needed to jump on a plane and see him in the hospital. Unfortunately he passed quickly, and I didn’t make an effort to minister to him in his dying moments. I was there to attend His Cremation and Celebration of Life, and as we celebrated the man he was, I recalled all of the goodness he brought into my life! This emboldened me to ask for an absolute discharge and not live as though I cannot have the freedom I deserve. This was the greatest provision my father ever provided, other than planting my seed in my mother’s womb.
My review-board happened April 7 2017, and I had a new lawyer. Dante Abbey was a great representative of the rights of the client. He gave helpful tips and raised a confidence banner in spirit of victory. So this all helped me finally accept what was due my way, my Absolute discharge from the British Columbia Review Board, and my ticket out of that God forsaken legal situation. The hearing was a little longer than usual, due to a contest of conditions, however I presented a firm case that garnished an Absolute, finding out later that day that the hearing went favourably for me.
Having a conditional disposition lifted, gave me freedom to choose my abode, however it also gave me freedom to drink alcohol, which became a coping mechanism for stress and anxiety. Even though I had no condition against cannabis, under God’s direction, I abstained from smoking pot, until it was legalized in October of 2018. Alcohol was going to prove itself a major hinderance, and cannabis the complete opposite and a medicinal breath of fresh air I am regularly using still!
Within 5 months of getting my absolute, I was living in Kelowna where I have been for 2 years now, next to one of the deepest freshwater lakes in the world! The debt America owes to China will be paid for in blood and water and we will see new struggles come to pass over the dwindling resource of H20. In Kelowna I’m in a better location for the World War to come, but must never stop my pursuit of manifest peace, lest it all be my fault it happens when and how it does! Most likely a body of water like the Okanagan lake, in the coming tribulation, will be the site of battle, strife and pillage. My biggest problem with Kelowna is the precariousness of the beast’s decisions and the ease of me being found out in that little town of Westbank BC… That is, if the beast was actually in hot pursuit, and not just waiting for the END!
2018 A Convention of Elements!
What do I have to show for 2018? After surviving Christmas 2017 and New Years in Edmonton at my brother’s cabin, 2018 was off to a very hope filled start. The whole year amounted to a windup to the season of miraculous change in 2019, but in 2018 I pursued my #PoeTrance vision into fulness of fulfillment. Most of the time spent engaged in useful activity, was spent making my gift of tongues and my musical presentation of my psalms, more professional and qualified.
After spending much of my time mixing trance but not producing any original music of my own, I decided to buy a Maschine MK3 Production Controller. This device wasn’t as much for performance, but for the production of music. I bought tutorials online and began learning how to use the device, before it even arrived. Aside from what best intentions I had, my Maschine Mk3 was a waste of time and money, because my motivation to apply myself to it was thwarted. I wasn’t “allowed” to use Maschine, or so a nightmare told me so! In the nightmare, I was in my space making music, and the power went out all over the nation, due to an act of terror. A loud voice came out over the speakers and read out eternal judgment “Thou art DAMNED, thou art DAMNED, thou art DAMNED!” So when my Maschine actually arrived in the mail, the spirit of condemnation hung over it and I no longer felt as though it had any useful potential. When I sold it, I got less money for it than I should have, and can think of many opportunities to sin, that could have been spent producing a hit song.
I also upgraded my DJ equipment from a NI Traktor Kontrol S5, to a Pioneer DDJ-1000. I had to wait 6 weeks in between selling my S5 and receiving my DDJ-1000, because of backorders of this popular console. This 6 week delay in my music ministry was costly, but I was following the instruction of a dream that told me to upgrade. In the dream I was told to find a job, so I could upgrade my gear. As a result of that dream, I did find work, and I did upgrade my DJ equipment. The dream that told me to upgrade basically interfered with my right to feel content about my S5, even though I did not need to upgrade or make any changes to my DJ system!
When I handed out resumes around my community, I found a job at Sub City Donair, 15 minutes walk from where I was living. It was the perfect location, aside from being close to the liquor store, where I would sometimes stop after work for something to drink. The job was easy and I caught on quick. It was helpful to have extra money, but working at Sub City was part of a waiting period I had to forgo towards the Advent Season I am in now. One of the best decisions I made not so long ago, was quitting this job, not knowing how I’d pay my bills and pay back my creditors. As part of letting go of my vain and worldly attachments, quitting my job without notice, was helpful in moving forward.
Destiny 2 Forsaken was a tiny universe and falsely worthwhile venture to the upmost regard. It was challenging and in many ways the story was appealing. This was year 2 Destiny 2 and season 4. I enjoyed grinding the sleeper simulant, and the IK Shotty, and D2 was an overwhelmingly fun gaming experience compared to year one season 1 D2, when you could max out to 305 light level too easily and have nothing left to do but run the Leviathan raid again and again! I got hogtied and hyper-focussed on video gaming at times, and that took away from my music pursuit. Warcraft was no longer a thing in my life after Legion, and I was by then playing Diablo 3 on my Nintendo switch, until I realized how badly everyone on switch cheats, and how easily it is to hack your switch and ruin the competitive nature of games! I don’t think Nintendo will ever be a competitive gaming platform and I don’t think blizzard will ever fix diablo. Nor would they, lest it sells copies and makes their Activision investors happy!
Oct 17, 2018 was the official Canada wide legalization of Cannabis, and the catalyst for magnificent changes. All the apathy and melancholy that brought me to the doorway to damnation, was going to be replaced by an opening of my heart to an uplifted spirit! I added cannabis as a medicine for my depression and low mood, and the payoff would prove to be beneficial but costly. I’d smoke pot and turn my gaze inward and upward, and from the overflow of my heart, lyrical genius came storming through. My thoughts shifted from stagnant to choppy and I was feeling euphoric highs for the first time in years, yet so late in the cosmic calendar. My vision shifted from a black and white hopelessness, to a technicolour kaleidoscope of colours, but what a twisted vision I would attain.
I would soon learn to be too dependent on cannabis for this colourful vision, and feel low and uninspired when my weed supply ran thin. There were also other side effects from the medicine, like burning out, or the munchies, or silliness. Medically using marijuana, would prove a deadly later on, and cost me tons in 2019 because of these side effects, and impairment of judgment.
Since 10/17/18 I’ve recorded over 10 gigs of voice memos and other content. I have an abundance of raw footage, but no motivation to sift the sand the find gold amidst the mire, or to edit the content and upload it. This is why so many of the words I recorded while high, have no meaning or usefulness. Unfortunately that’s the Achille’s bullseye on my forehead; a lack of prudent fervour and zealotry.
The haphazard choice of words, would allow curses and sinful ideas to enter into my vocabulary, but these things are being pruned out more and more every time I speak truth! My speech is becoming more prudent every day, and one beauty of my Glory Rhyming, is I never know what I’m going to say, until I’m saying it! In fact, in my street ministry, I almost never repeat the same rhyme twice, and each time I step up to rap, It’s fresh thoughts and ideas, never before spoken or heard.
The Psalms section of the Epic Testament has my 2018 #PoeTrance mix which is the culmination of everything I have accomplished musically! This mix is one of the greatest investments I have spent my life on. Unfortunately it doesn’t take the weight of the world off my back, but it’s a great listen! 2019 Soaring with the Eagles to Nineveh and Beyond
The Crow Becomes the Eagle
In early January of 2019, after barely progressing over the course of many years, and being a time precious and dwindling commodity, an upheaval of hopeful spurring began to unravel my dull apathetic quiescence toward the imminent Apocalyptic destruction in 2020. This was when the Advent season was beginning to present the first fruits of everything God has diligently laboured for 13.8 billion years to accomplish earnestly in a split instance at the end.
A dream burst into my focus where I was joyously part of a festivity at a Kelowna beach with my family. At the party where everyone was drinking and celebrating, God called me to ministry in a big way and in the dream I began rapping and ministering a masterful truth. God came at the end with the final call, and I came almost reluctantly focused on one thing I know, that I had freedom to choose the outcome of this Universal War, once and for all and for all eternity.
Dead within my trespass, I could not feel inspired by this dream to follow it’s calling, because of how dark the road ahead seemed before my equally dark and hardened heart. The Devil has a way of keeping people silently despicable in second rate lifestyles and never even step one iota towards the fulfillment of a glorious destiny. Regret for who I’ve been is what I am now embracing, knowing how hard the road ahead will be, due to the time restraints of not going with the Lord sooner!
I would begin stepping back into the ministry slowly and carelessly, but my delayed obedience was a outward sign of spiritual disobedience, and for a while I stayed inside my house watching TV sermons on YouTUBE as though that was in and of itself worship. I still was doing nothing towards preparing myself for pastoral work, other than rapping Glory Rhymes high on cannabis.
From that terrible pit at the end of time, where my soul lay in pieces, I rested in ease much like all of you rest, meanwhile an Apocalyptic fall into the abysmal grip of hades, leaves our hands tied with religious views. In my rest, I was arrested by sin, a cinder Crow, with no longing to go any further with God into my calling, to help God save everything as the Latter Day Christ incarnate. That’s when the Holy Spirit descended unto me in the form of an Eagle, and picked me up from the rouble and ashes like a blazon phoenix. I was transformed into a Raptor to soar with the Eagles, even though as a Crow for many years I only stumbled around on the ground, and deserved the death that Yeshua died on behalf, so that even in this terrible climax of End Time wretchedness, I Joshua would hope for a better future than what Judas son of Belial left me with, may his soul be damned forever.
For many years I grew up secular and atheist, until God opened up the way to spiritual beliefs to take root in my heart. When I divinely realized my Messianic calling, I followed in the Dove’s footsteps, with childlike fear and trembling. However, in a world that would infest my pastor’s heart with the shadowy essence of a cinder Crow, I was broken into shards of green jade nuclear glass, and cast out of my Messiahship into greedy worldly concerns and insidious mental illness. On the brink of an Apocalypse since the Cold War, I burst onto the scene very late in this game of thrones, to try to seize a crown of glory, before the smoke of a blazing world suffocated my soul.
Alone in my trespass and dead in my sins, I was shut up and locked down in a deathtrap formed around me from before I was born into this world. With the vanity of a wasted upbringing, the false hopes of a young upstarting millennial Christ, the tragedy of a botched salvation in the first decade of the 21st century, a 12 year delay and loathsome backslide into debauchery and grievous sin, and into this Advent Season, it was the sanctification of Holy Matrimony that sparked the balance shifting change that has brought us here to receive the spirit of Christ, the Holy Spirit.
Now in 2019 I am fully changed from who I was before, and renewing my Eagle identity in Christ every day, through continued repentance and faithful Advent Pursuits. I will now tell you how I became ordained as an Eagle, through the end time embrace of my Crow nature, as part of who I was myself, and the Crow’s final crucifixion alongside the Dove Jesus, who I was never able to live up to! This is how in my Crowform I was utterly detestable in sin, and fallen in my natural state of wicked audacity. Before I could crucify the Crow to the same crucifix as the Dove, I had to fully come to a realization of who I was in my trespasses and where I was going in my folly. I needed to fully embrace the Crow I was, in order to understand and come to a realization of myself, and then fully understand the loathsome nature of a unrepentant, and unregenerate sinner, and come to the final conclusion of a firm verdict, that the godless damn Crow had to die! That is how I took up my cross following the Dove, and died to myself, that I may be reborn in my Christ nature and soar with the Eagles.
Galatians 2:20 “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
The spring of life that Yeshua provided unto Joshua, was the greatest provision He could have given us to survive the Advent Age! With nazism and communism and fascism and Maoism and Islamism and worst of all Americanism rising up to decimate our sanctity, pure Holy Ghost love from 2000 years ago in the form of the Dove’s example was the most powerful manifestation of power on Earth, until the Advent Emergence. Yeshua didn’t die for your sins! His dying example lives on in us and shows me what our sins were going cost us in blood and pain and wasteful suffering. Yeshua died setting an example of graceful love, and was crushed by Satan, who above all wants to prevent God’s Advent from arising to secure the Millennial Christ and crush the head of the serpent once and for all time sake.
The Holy Rock upon which I now stand, materialized unexpectedly in the form of an Eagle. When I was still a Crow, God touched me through the up and coming ministry of someone God would soon promise companionship with. I quickly admired deeply, and respected fully first and foremost this person and Prophet of Graciousness as a highly exalted manifestation of the seed of Christhood, who was a living Testimony to Yeshua’s love for Joshua across two millennia of passing history. As I was touched in my heart like never before, I became guided by the Holy Spirit deeper and deeper into a growing affection and admiration for the soul of this person. The spiritual connection became a blessing and a catalyst for magnificent and long overdue change of heart, mind, will and emotions, and it became paramount in my soul’s vanquishing of Belial’s possession of me. The Eagle God gave me, swooped in suddenly in grace, when God’s providence stirred my heart with the love of another soul. Through this connection of spirit, I was learning one of God’s most valuable love lessons. Overtime and with a struggle the Holy Rock, would become a launching point for me to leap into the air, and spread Eagle’s wings of my own and though the difficulties that Belial would bring against the spiritual union would be fierce and challenging, God would bolster and affirm the divinity of the bond and the sanctity and purity of the matrimonial love I felt; Love from God which set me free to embrace my own Eagleform. May the blessings of the union go on forever, and God be honoured by it always!
Introduction to the Advent Season
As I am writing this to you, I have been enduring a time of severe monumental shifts and Advent Changes! I have recently returned from a mission trip to Nineveh, without a soul fastened to my word, and I am now in Calgary pursuing my Messiahship’s fulfillment of the Advent! The Good Lord is showing me the way and I am walking in HIS HOLINESS NOT MINE! I find what God has spoken unto me to be of the upmost concern and am recording the Word of God, for He spoke it unto me first that I may tell you also! It echoes my thoughts and pattern on the keystrokes I now commit to, in this Advent Documentary.
My brother Mike Launer AKA Mick, was there for me from throughout all of this until the end. Mick bought my way home from Nineveh trip number two and brought me nearer to God just by being a loving brother. The home I’ve been living in for two years in Kelowna, is his property to rent out, and the 400 a month I spend on rent, is reasonably fair. Overall the successfulness of Mick has been shown in His treatment of his family, and that shows up on him like a beautiful adornment! May blessing and virtue follow him wherever he goes!
This was the year that the Lord made His most daring move in my life. Everything that happened before, led up to 2019’s miraculous Advent Season of monumental shifts. This season of miracles began with disobedience, and led to the fullness of my worship still not being enough to see a breakthrough, much to my shock and dismay. The miraculous encounters I was going to have in 2019, are shifting everything into judgment’s age and we will soon see the outcome of the Armageddon, in the conclusion of our end time!
The Lord has set aside this time of scripting, to have me sit under His teaching and prepare my gospel to endure at the end! I have come to an end of my music being important, and know that my psalms too have proven powerless. I am looking to develop my testimony to a greater extent, and use it to reach the nations that are quickly going to collapse into a Third World War, before the powers of Hell take us by storm! I am preparing this witness and other epistles and sermons, to add to the Epic Testament and help spearhead my Prophecies into the world’s eyes.
2019 IS THE YEAR OF MIRACULOUS ENCOUNTERS. THE YEAR OF THE LORDS FAVOUR!
“Journey into the darkest den of adulterated robbers, and liars, and thieves, into the heart of Nineveh and tip the balance in my due season of Advent miracles. While along the way of journeying to a far distant land that I will show you, no matter how far off you seem, in just a little longer, I’m making my case clear in your hearing, though you know not it yet and it seems so far away. And yeh I say unto thee in your Lord’s due season this will be a city of clay and I will mold into a beautiful clay vessel of peace, before all time comes into the fullness of Advent, in due season.”
First Signs of Nineveh
It was Feb, 14, 2019, less than a week after my 33rd birthday, and the Lord came unto me in a dream, and revealed to me that I was to leave behind Kelowna, and follow Him to Nineveh. I didn't know what Nineveh represented because I only knew it from the bible story of Jonah, but this was going to an awakening process, that would see me stripped of all property and sense of Earthy belonging, for a sense of true spiritual prosperity.
At first I doubted that the revelation was God and tried to convince myself that Satan was behind the dream, for I had already been established in Westbank B.C. with a secure home, warm bed, fresh food and water, and the familiar and regular establishment. I decided that my discernment had more power than a prophetic dream, so I cast it aside as a slanderous lie, from the enemy Satan. I didn’t try to contemplate it, meditate upon it, or pray about it, I just ignored the idea like it didn't matter, but little did I know my life would emulate the story of Jonah in a prophetically magnificent way, and the divine intervention of God was upon the horizon of my life, ready to pierce through the dusk shroud of my darkened eyes and hardened heart, but not until I was swallowed alive into the belly of a whale. It wasn’t until I faced the utter disappointment of iniquity surpassing grace and smashing me in the face with the burden of the sin, that I began to feel vulnerable towards God. This was a hard rock upon which to be crushed, and I was revived from the ashes like a phoenix of retribution, for the cause of the Saints and the Fulfillment of Advent!
The Damascus Road to Nineveh
Sunday March 3rd, was a day I cannot stress how intensely I will always remember. Besides my birth in 1986 and rebirth in church in 2003, this day was the single most important day of my life. If the future sees the Advent Beacon shine from my newfound identity in Christ, it happened because God undertook this journey starting on March 3rd. This was when the Holy Ghost began demonstrating it’s mighty power, starting with miraculous music that woke me up first thing in the morning.
Having done so very little, in such a long time, I began sensing the presence of spiritual condemnation and Holy Ghost conviction, building up on the inside of me. I knew to well it had been my own callas and numbly faulted stupidity that brought such a burdening spirit down upon my shoulders. Miraculous music was building in intensity in the back of my mindset in my conscience and over the next few hours the fanfare would grow ever louder entering my ears, and I couldn’t wrestle myself from knowing all too well, my own iniquity had brought this Judgment down upon my broken heart. The music was like a triumphant battle scene in a movie, and full of fearful intensity that made me want to put on my headphones and block it out, but I just stopped and listened keenly. This was the first sign of judgment and a seed of the restoration of the Messianic Spirit inside of me.
I started doing a tarot spread on my floor, and as the music proclaimed conviction, and underneath that, I felt inflicted with guilt and condemnation. The cards were the Tower, Devil’s Play, The Universe, and the Fool-Child, and as I stared at them, seeking meaning from the Holy Spirit, I felt the guilt and condemnation of a Universe I didn’t rescue, and saw the grace of God being squandered on my luxuries. Through the cards the Holy Spirit revealed to me, that once again I was to go to Nineveh, and fulfill my duty as the Millennial Messiah, lest I be damned for not obeying.
I got on the 97 B-Line bus root and headed down to Bernard Ave. downtown, and there I was encountered by a gathering of people at the outdoor ice rink. The prompting of the spirit told me, it was my calling to go there to preach and take a stand for the gospel of peace, and express truth to these unsuspecting people, that the word is going to end apocalyptically soon. However, Satan entered into my heart, and placed a spirit of reluctance. This delusional spirit of inaction was irrational, because I had absolutely nothing left to loose and everything to gain in jumping out of my self-centredness in order to take a stand of peace. My Crow nature, however didn’t want to be a pure expression of light and love, so instead of diverting promptly from my original purpose, to accept and respond to God’s higher calling for me, I walked past the ice rink without even stopping to wrestle with my willpower.
This is when the word of God began to express, an utter checkmate under the diabolical powers of Satan, and I began to feel a spirit of eternal hopelessness and disappointment. So as I continued walking up Bernard Ave, in guilt and condemnation, this was the moment when the Holy Spirit directly and divinely ripped me from the road to Damascus like Saul of Tarsus, after years of stalemate.
Still walking on Bernard Ave. at Pandosy St. I saw a man who I learned later was named Allen. When I looked into his eyes I could see Jesus Christ and realized how supernatural the experience was becoming, and I had enough sense to approach him and ask for help, because I was completely ruined in my own Crow self. I ask him, “hello, can you help me? I’m lost, and I’m looking for God, and I don’t know what to do.” there was a very eery feeling because of the power in his presence.
We began a conversation that would change my life for the better and the worse, but mostly for the good of all who rightly exist. I asked him, “Are you Jesus?”, he looked me in the eye, and nodded. I continued “Can you help me be like you, Jesus?”, the confusion of my thoughts made me come across as timid and senseless of the things of the spirit, and I was confused and afraid at the same time. I could tell I wasn’t thinking clearly under a thick fog, and was a fool in God’s eyes.
Allen spoke, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me,” Matthew 16:24.
I replied, “I do want to be your disciple, but I’m in sin, what must I do to be saved?” I immediately took off my backpack and taking off my jewelry, and laying down my iPhone 7 and beats bluetooth headphones, and my jacket, and I became convinced the entire reason I couldn’t follow God was because I had the privilege and comforts of the West and vain values in material possessions.
Allen began talking about the mustard seed Jesus Christ spoke of in Mark 4:31, and the light of the world that I should be meditating upon, in John 8:12, in order to make clear the path to piety.
Then with one crack of the whip, I tensed when he spoke saying, “If you really want to prove your my disciple, and be saved, then observe your fast and only eat vegan food, eat no fish or flesh from dead animals, nor either drink their milk,”. This dietary restriction, was going to have devastating impact on our future and was a lie of Satan, only spoken to complicate an already complicated person, with one of the simplest parts of his life, which was his diet (again). The problems would arise and again, and would be one of God’s greatest hinderances, but that was not ushered in until a little while later. The fact was, this encounter with God, was going to be influenced by both good and evil like everything else, but it wasn’t obvious what the spirits were doing.
I stayed on my knees and listened, and Allen spoke as God saying, “I want you to go to Nineveh and fit through the needles eye, leave behind your life here, go die a martyr and then you will be part of my kingdom, and rise on the third day”
I asked him, “I have to die to be saved?”,
And he looked toward me and said, “Your already dead anyway, this world ended 1,500 years ago, I came back for you, and this is the judgement of God upon your soul!”
I considered how all this world around me could possibly be God’s surrounding presence, and I considered it all wasted away, and in my sorrow, I begged God for forgiveness, under my broken heart’s conviction. I felt a strange urge push me to rise up from the ground and rush to Nineveh right away, because I didn’t want to not have a chance of not being redeemed. I thought of the ones I cared for and was guilted with a deep compassion, that everyone I loved, burned up like grass in the Third World War, because the Final Prophet only half heartedly worshiped God. Yet I had no recollection of dying in a War, or even a point in time when I fell, nor notice I went passed the point of no return.
Just then Allen began walking away, and I tried to stop him because I wanted more knowledge, understanding and wisdom, “Wait!, don't leave!” I called out!
I began to follow him, and he turned to me and God said through him. “Don’t forget to bring your stuff!, where your going you’ll need it,”
Then I realized that I was walking away from all the things I laid down in surrender, and began tossing the jewelry into my backpack and donning my coat. This was a precursor to the test I would face in Nineveh.
So we walked down the street side by side, and I felt remorse that I failed my family, friends, and Earth entirely by not answering my true calling in my blinded eyes. I asked him, where he was going to take me, and he spoke saying “Where I am going, you cannot follow now, but you will follow later.” and then he walked across the street. God’s spirit prompted me to halt and not to follow Him across the street, so I said a prayer alone over Allen and continued up the road. I realized I was going to have to go to Nineveh by myself, if I was to follow the instructions God gave me through Allen.
So I continued on. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew that God was testing me. I saw a brown man and I confronted him with these words, “Did you know this world had already ended?”
He replied saying, “Of coarse… Welcome to purgatory!”, the concept of being in purgatory sent a shiver down my spine, and I wondered, what if I already failed my test? Will I be trapped in purgatory forever? I then became very concerned, as he spoke up again and said, “India and Pakistan had a nuclear exchange, and it ushered in the Apocalypse,” he paused again, “Everyone was expecting a saviour, but they were all condemned,”
I asked him, “Am I going to suffer when I die?”, and I looked into his eyes, and with all the guilt of a million holocausts on my shoulders, I saw a almost ridicule like expression, and he spoke softly and sternly and said.
“It is appointed once for a man to die, then after death the judgement”. That thought put in a state of further concern, and I asked him in an equally soft voice,
“I don't remember dying, how do I know I’m even dead?” and as soon as the thought left me, I considered that God can do anything, even erase the fact you died under sins wrath. I questioned, “what’s going to happen to me after the Judgment?” and he gazed into my eyes and said.
“When you get there you’ll know, so might as well make the most of it and go grab yourself a burger or something, try to relax it won’t be long.” That temptable idea to grab a burger, reminded me of Belial’s presence and I proceeded with caution. It concerned me greatly, that something terrible was about to happen in purgatory and I felt that I had to find a way to solve a puzzle that I didn’t have all the pieces for. Right away I realized how much devastation all the time I wasted playing Destiny 2, or Diablo 3, or World of Warcraft, or Hearthstone, and I felt so ripped off by Satan, being in the world and of it too, not walking in God’s will, and now I’m on Hell’s doorstep in a place that’s going to burn with nuclear fire. I knew I had to do something quick, so I quickly thanked the man and left on my way, still with no idea how I was going to get to Nineveh or where Nineveh even was.
So once again I continued onwards, till I walked nearer to the Parkinson Recreation Area, and stopped to approach a man, sitting on a bench, with a case of beer and a cigarette hanging out his face. By this time, I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly, but I knew God wanted me to pass this test and share the truth, in order to stop this whole world from ending, or to get martyred trying to save it. By this time, I realized I had to figure out where I was going and what I’d be doing to save purgatory, lest it end up becoming Hell. I was feeling compelled to walk passed the man, because he was smoking and had a beer in his hand, but my heart told me, that I should see if he had anything to say prophetically to me on God’s behalf. Speaking up I asked, “Where is Nineveh?”
And he immediately replied, “It’s not here… You should pray and ask God” and I started wondering, how I was supposed to go somewhere where I don’t know even exists, aside from in the bible and the Middle East. I pressed him further,’
“Aren’t you God? How will I save this world?,” I asked him because this seems all very strange. He replied saying, “You think your going to save the World?, Who are you Jesus?”,
To his reply, I spoke, “I’m the Messiah, but I don’t know about my past lives, or where I’ve been, or where I’m going after this world ends.” I paused to take in a breathe and said, “My only hope is to find my way to Nineveh, but I don’t even know where that is,”
He spoke up with a chuckle and a grin, “So your the Messiah?, I think you need to pray and ask God for guidance, you sound like a fool!”, to that I walked away saying nothing more.
Down the same path I tread a little while longer, then I stopped to bow down on my knees and pray to God, something I neglected too many times in my life, because I’ve always been hearing voices from celestial forces of light and darkness audibly in scattered charades, and usually didn't bother with formalities. I prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, please show me how to get away from here, I’m trapped in purgatory and don’t know what to do.” and I got an answer in my own mouth speaking from God, “Betrayed by the betrayer, your soul will greet your slayer, for you played games, and hell was layered, and our coffins are buried, under condemnation wrath and fury”. These words came to me prophetically, as though they were not my own, but spoken from God through me, to me! The Devil accused me of answering my own prayer, but I knew these words were God’s inspired tongue in me! I immediately started back down my path, more insecure and fearful than before and less receptive to stopping in the discomforting cold to pray formally, when I could keep talking with these strange agents of prophecy on Hwy 97.
Continuing up Hwy 97, I came across a stern looking man with a bowling bag. I stopped to talk with him and asked him, “Do I have a hope to be saved?”, then said, “Where must I go from here?”
He replied, “Those are good questions, why don’t we get warm and talk about it?”. The idea of being warm was extremely appealing, because the winter chill was escalating due to the evening setting in. Just near there, were the capri bowling lanes and that explained why he had a bowling bag with him.
We entered the bowling alley and sat in the lobby. I appreciated the warmth, but the lights and sounds and nature of the bowling alley was offsetting and repulsive, and the last thing I wanted to consider in that moment. I started the conversation off with, “So what do I do to get out of purgatory?”.
He smirked and said, “It depends on what you did to get in here!”.
I stopped and felt my confession rise up, “I allowed the Devil to destroy everything on Earth, God loved and cherished and worked to build, from the seed of Adam upward,” Just letting my own words set in, I then said, “I deserve the worst punishment imaginable”. And those words I believed with my whole heart, that judgment by now was a well deserved punishment!
He spoke up next saying, “Only one thing I would say in a time like this, ‘I renounce all spirits, but the Holy Spirit’” and then he looked at me expectantly.
I recited what he had just spoke almost in a mindless repetition of words I knew not of meaning. “I renounce all spirits but the Holy Spirit” I said rather shyly with uncertainty.
His face lit up with an sly expression of approval, almost sinisterly seeking to hear me say those words and as he spoke again, “NOW! Say that 2 more times and you can leave!”. I automatically became suspicious of Belial, considering how cheated I was out of my Messianic calling. I decided to keep my mouth shut! lest I screw everything up even worse than I already have.
Then I realized, I was sitting in a bowling alley, with the end of all things upon my shoulders. I looked across at this man, and I could see the spirit of Satan within him. I realized I shouldn’t be anywhere near this fun room, and I was just a blind lamb being misled into the cementing of Hell!
I didn’t know the rules of this purgatory, and didn’t think confessing what some baleful spirit told me to say was a good idea. So I immediately picked myself up and left out the door, as the man called after me! “WAIT, I’M HONESTLY ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU!”. He sounded out suspiciously and I decided I would be more cautious and careful about who I should be talking to, still with no idea as to where I was headed.
By now the weather outside was beginning to make me feel cold and uncomfortable. I walked about another 20 minutes up Hwy 97 from there and there I came to a bus stop, a man stood waiting and I just plainly asked him, “What do you think hell’s like?”, as if I already knew he too was a prophetic voicer. He looked at me and his eyes were sharp and serious, “I see hell as a terribly frozen place, but its all in what you make of it,”
Disheartened, I didn’t stay any longer, nor say goodbye, because I got very distressed hearing that it was cold in hell, because I was already starting to feel freezing cold in the frigid winter air, and for the rest of the evening, when ever I noticed the chill of the weather, I was thinking of being freezing cold in some terrible pit of perpetual despair and disaster forever and ever. So I kept walking up highway 97, tempted to think of whether to just go home, or continue in the struggle in the cold, that was made worse that the revelation I had of hell, was a frozen place. By now it was late, and the Starbucks, Tim Hortons, and such, were closed down, and the only thing open was the Holiday Inn Express. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem to just sit in the lobby and charge my phone, but the security wouldn’t let me stay inside without a residency. When I looked at my phone, it was oddly down to 1% battery life, and I gave into the temptation to just call my mom and get her to pick me up and go home to my warm bed. By now it was almost 11:30pm. So with that 1% battery, I placed a call to my mom, to tell her where I was, then she went on her way to get there and the phone died.
Meanwhile with all the stress and anxiety about all the twists and turns of these events, I was getting more and more desperate to just feel warm, so I went back to the Holiday Inn. This time the security was even more adamant about me not being allowed on the hotel grounds. So I started yelling and hollering, not anything righteous, just words of the flesh. They gave me the ultimatum that I either leave or they will call the police. After some persistent closing remarks, I decided to walk away, while the security was on the phone with the police.
I walked across the street and I began to think about the hell that I was going to face, if this universe condemned me eternally. About 5 minutes later the cops drove by, probably looking for me, and the voice of God prompted me, saying “Next time they drive by, I want you to go step out in front of their vehicle”, at the time it seemed kinda crazy to jump out in front of the police, when your on a journey to Nineveh, but then something happened that changed that. My mom showed up, and was frantic about getting me out of the cold and home, where it was warmer and I wasn’t in danger out on the street.
My mom began begging me to come home with her, but I kept acknowledging that comfort was a sin, and God wants me to be uncomfortable, because I was a bad person and deserved a frozen Hell. Just then I saw the cops driving up the street again, this time I felt like I had nothing to loose, and I started stepping towards the cops, my mom grabbed me by my arm, she was concerned of where I was going, because she thought I was psychotic, but I pulled away from her and did what the spirit told me and I jumped out in front of the RCMP and they stopped and arrested me, and took me to jail under the false charge of public intoxication. The police officers did not say anything prophetic, and neither did I under a right to remain silent.
I got into my holding cell that had a 10 on the wall, and felt grateful that my cell was warmer than outside, but the room had a chill to it also. I began just thinking to myself, “What now?”, and “how will I go to Nineveh now?” and that’s when I realized this is no normal jail cell. I was in a dungeon on Damnation Row for real this time now, and the cosmic forces that put me there were going to make it a unforgettable experience.
First of all, the immensity of the fanfare began to intensify, and the room began to amount to nothing, because outside of my cell, the powers of hell were churning in ruin up and down the hall and corridor. Like a terrible horror movie that you could only hear, the soundtrack was blasting with feverous terror. Sounds of destruction and torment began echoing along side the fanfare, screams and saws, children crying, and meanwhile the cell I was in became unchanged, and unaltered besides all these terrible sounds. Hell was real and lashing out from beneath me to snatch me away from my sinful betrayal of God and damn me forever.
All I could do was sit and stare, and listen and long that it was all just a terrible nightmare, but deep inside me there was a knowing, Hell was real and that I was in a holding cell on the way to Eternal Destruction. There was no escaping the Second Damnation Row. The terrible sounds of the fanfare and horror FX continued on for over 6 hours, and I sat there twinging with fear, though expressionless, with a tight noose around my heart that constricted me. I endured the most tormenting expression universe could throw at me, and it was hours before the horrific procession began climaxing to the upmost extreme.
Voices and visions blasted me and wrecked me with guilt and the imminent threat of utter perdition. I sensed the Holy Spirit was casting condemnation at me, and with hell beneath and no escape, I truly felt hopeless. There was a strong sense of the presence of everyone I let down in heaven, and upon earth, and in all the deepest darkest bowels of hell I would be but one Atom condemned for all the sins of the world, and the high treason of Belial the father of lies, a high treason I became an accomplice in, through my arrogant disobedience to God.
No matter how many terrible moments were spent in the dungeon with the horrific sounds and the fanfare of doom, I could not escape from within myself a stubborn spirit of reluctance to just bow and beg and surrender to the mercy of that terrible place. It wasn’t until I got down on all fours and threw my head in the toilet as a baptismal sign of surrender, then jumped back up onto my feet, and started preaching with power and authority that I serve a good God, who loves me as a child of Heaven and descendent of Adam and Eve. I promised my repentance was genuine and that I would live in total surrender to the will of God! I condemned the spirit of Belial and I threw myself down at the mercy of the Universe’s highest courts and councils!
That’s the moment that things shifted towards God’s will being fulfilled. The longer I stayed under a spirit of condemnation and guilt, the longer the damnation procession proceeded. The sooner I surrendered to the mercy of judgment, the sooner I could stand up and face the cost of my terrible decisions and take account of my actions. The Devil didn’t want me to break out from under the spell, it wanted me to stay under the conviction of my damnation and not stand up to it with the authority of Christ!
I was in reality, not just falling to hell because I got sick with fear over dietary laws, or because I listened to the serpent and ate the fruit one time and got banished, but because of the sins I allowed Satan to commit under my wardenship. I was being cast away to eternal doom for the sins of Belial, because I was too weak to stand firm in LOVE when LOVE needed me, and now that I needed LOVE, all I had was contempt and scorn. In fact, it was the sovereignty of the enemy Satan, was what was holding me in that cell on Damnation Row, and God didn’t hold the Devil’s sins against the Prophet that was sent to crush the head of the serpent under foot, once and for all!
All of a sudden I was transported out of the dungeon, and to the tower. The tower was the same holding cell with the same 10 on the wall, but instead of horrific sounds of doom and gloom, there was an atmosphere of calm and tranquility and peace. The revelation I received at first was that the tower was beyond time and I could stay there indefinitely, which was a lie from the Devil, for time was surely passing. In fact, the longer I stayed under the spirit of condemnation for all the sins of Satan in the dungeon, the less time I’d have in this elevated place of the tower.
I heard God’s voice proclaim, “No one Atom needs to suffer endlessly, under all condemnation”, and as I looked around the holding cell, I saw along the window was a shadowy portrait with what looked like an etch and sketch drawing of a massive spire. I stood and looked at the portrait of visions and it began changing. I saw many angels and different shifting silhouettes of beautiful buildings that shifted and changed. Looking at the portrait I saw a sword and a spear, that were mine to command against the powers, and principalities of Hell. I saw a pure vision of Heaven coming down to our fallen world in the Advent. The Advent I was charged to bring against the workings of evil in all of humanity’s fallen state. This became my hope, not ignoring my problems and wishing for the best, but looking at a tangible yet unpredictable HOPE! God told me to diligently write His Advent Message, and that His Power would rip open the sky and breakthrough, while I’m delivering His sermon. But he warned me, that it would not work if it was MY sermon and not HIS, so I had to acknowledge His still small voice and prepare the way towards, finding out His true End Time Advent message. I stood up on the ledge of my cell’s bunk and was inspired by God to begin flowing Advent Glory Rhymes from the heart, and the words began just gushing out of me, about Advent potential and grace under fire.
When the Glory Rhyme flow was going well, there was miraculous confirmation in the form of chiming bell tones, when I made a mistake, I got a miraculous error message of correction, that prompted me to start over from the beginning. As I learned to flow Advent rhymes, instead of hiphop raps, my gift of tongues began to have a holy purpose in God’s will. This went on for hours and I learned how to better speak in tongues. All the while visions of Advent miracles kept showing me the ultimate hope still exists, but conditionally on my obedience to God and His Advent plans. I had a clear revelation into what God had in store for me, in His Future Advent, and at the centre of the vastness of all this heavenly inspiration, was a personal connection with God’s invisible spirit.
The last thing I wanted was to leave the tower, because I felt so calm and close to God in that supernatural place, but after my time was up, the RCMP dragged me away from my holding cell, and placed me in the back of a cruiser, and took me to Kelowna General Hospital. This was a time of indetermination and uncertainty, for if I didn’t carefully decide my course, I could be certified and hospitalized in the end days’ climax!
Meanwhile my words were able to flow like never before, and I was feeling bold in my speech. If it wasn’t for my encounter with God in the tower, I would never have been on the pathway towards writing the Advent Sermon that would see God’s power manifest across Earth. Thank GOD! that this story didn’t end in the Dungeon, but was setup to put up the Last Stand of Grace!
The ICU, MC.Nair and the Multiverse
From the tower holding cell in jail, I was taken into the Emergency wing of the Kelowna General Hospital on my first steps towards MC.Nair, Kelowna’s psych ward. I was told I would need to fight for my life to get out of there and that I needed to find a way to miraculously fly out the window. However, by acting agitated and being non compliant and combative, I was simply making it potentially more difficult for myself to leave the hospital at the appointed time. I’m just fully grateful that I was lined up with the blessing of MC.Nair because it helped me walk in newness of truth in Christ.
This hospital stay began in the Psychiatric ICU, where your stripped of your belongings and watched more carefully. I started writing my Advent sermon in rhymes on paper, and what that scrapped form of scripture led to, is the draft of this testimony your observing today. Knowing that humble beginnings don’t finish a race, I had to constantly renew myself in the anointing of God.
The KGH ICU was the best place on Earth to have a peaceful encounter with God, but God didn’t purpose for me to stay in the hospital. Nevertheless there I was and there to stay for an appointed time. My doctor, Dr. Milanese, was a fair and just person, and my stay at the hospital was going to pay off in big ways and help me realize God’s Advent message to humankind.
That’s where I met a messenger named Gord, a man who would speak for God with authority he didn’t know he had. Interacting with Gord was communicating with God and I was going to learn valuable lessons of God and Satan, just by observing how they were both behaving in the Armageddon, inside and around me and inside others.
Through Gord the Lord told me, this is not any one persons struggle with flesh or a struggle against an entire world, but a struggle in spiritual places and in the inside of our hearts and minds, and that by submitting myself humbly, I would be allowing God to take charge of me. Gord also told me not to go up against the nursing staff at the hospital no matter how much conviction I attained, because the staff is very interested in writing reports, and so long as I remained disruptive and jumping up on tables, to force my way like a brute, the longer my mental health certification would last.
Me and Gord became pretty close friends, spending 3 days more or less, talking about how God called me, Joshua, to build his Church and restore His Kingdom upon Earth. While we watched the Green Mile on TV, Gord was pointing out the potential for miracles were tedious at first, and may not happen because humans need more than ideas a philosophies, and this convinced me I needed to go back to the drawing board to figure out the Advent Sermon, which was what I was told to do in the first place, in the Tower!
Gord also warned me to climb the ladder of success slowly, that I dare not slip and miss out further on destined greatness found in Aslornia’s providence. I was clearly warned, that my last stand is not going to be in the ICU nor the hospital grounds, but instead it would be in the future, and more importantly to me what began in my heart, was a discernment of the signs and omen, in new ways I had yet to achieve in the past.
After about 4 days in the ICU, DR.Milanese moved me over to MC.Nair, which was the main mental health facility and a purposed place to fully live restored and whole in wellness and joy. I had the freedom to go off hospital grounds to do ministry and visit family members or make new friends, and I was given an abundance of food and nourishment. This place was definitely a good place for me and God to have an encounter, and It was those damnable old dietary laws, that complicated the matters first and foremost.
The dietary laws I was given through Allen on the road of Damascus, became the greatest hinderance to everything we were going to try to achieve at MC.Nair. Because there was an endless supply of jello, toast, fruit, etc, and 3 square meals per day. I at first tried a vegan diet, then tried vegetarian, and now as I’m testifying this to you, I’m eating meat regularly again because of the protein, in spite of neglect for the animal. Food becoming the excessive religious obligation and a hyper focus, made me far more extreme in my contemplations about it, lest I offend an angry God. The time it took to establish, enforce, and then for God to completely abolish the dietary laws and cast them aside in peace, was far more costly to our world than the death of innocent animals and the legalistic struggle. It also had a very negative impact on my relationship with God and my focus on the Advent. Dietary laws are Devil’s play!
At MC.Nair I made many good friends who taught me many great things and I testified to many epic truths, but I kept Gord’s advice in the back of my mind, that these first and foremost hospital principalities were not the greatest force of cosmic evil I would need to face. And insuring my freedom, and patiently weathering the storm of MC.Nair. For if I knew how to peacefully stand, I could stay free and never get put back in a psychiatric hospital again! Gord’s ultimate purpose, in his semi-delusional yet Godly ministry to me, was to caution me about not neglecting to give Caesar what is Caesars, in order to be rid of any restrictions and limitations, being certified under the mental health act can provide.
During my stay at MC.Nair I was inspired to write the Revelation of the Multiverse. The story of Adam and Eve, as revealed to me by Aslornia, during those very precious days. It explains how our Cosmos is perfectly unique, because it was created by a resultant Big Bang of a perfectly unique Godhead, who gave birth to a perfectly unique Atom, through which 13.8 billion lightyears of Cosmos emerged. The Devil has arisen to destroy Atom at all costs, to condemn this entire dimension to eternal destruction, and prevent the future plans of the Godhead from creating endless kingdoms of Heavenly Bodies and armies of highly exalted spiritual beings.
This was also when I received a fuller revelation of Nineveh. I was restfully asleep and comfortable, when I dreamt about my past adventures, when I was a young adult in Toronto. I could see the CN tower reaching high into the sky like the sword of the spirit that I saw in the portrait on the wall in the tower. God showed me Lake Ontario and I saw a great whale come out of the water and spit me up on to the shore. Just then I realized that Jonah was being released from the belly of the fish onto dry land in Toronto, which must have been Nineveh.
After those words reigned true in me, I realize why I wasn’t going ALL IN or ALL OUT in this mental institution. The main reason I was being held back, was so I could make my way to the city God called me unto weeks earlier, because God had purpose in me being there, and that my destiny of Saving Grace would hinge upon going forwards to Nineveh. So I began making some preparations towards getting the hell out of dodge and having a Nineveh focus, after my discharge from hospital which happened a few day later.
First Trip to Niniva
I had many belongings to sell and resources to gather, in order to have smoother success in Toronto, the city that broke my spine in the first place. I posted online my music equipment and video game items, my Apple Watch, and anything else I could have considered worth loosing. What I kept was the devices that I needed, like a phone and a computer. What I could not sell on time, I left behind, and what I thought I needed I took. With everything I sold, plus the money in my bank, and after I bought my airfare, I had about $1200 to help me establish myself in Ontario. I was unable to sell everything however, so in my race against time, I decided to cut and run away and drop all distractions.
I woke up on on the morning of March 26, with a 420 dream that called me to the Indigenous Bloom, a local pot dispensary. Already in the trip, their was a dependance being proclaimed that I would need to smoke cannabis chemicals in order to fulfill my spiritual obligations. This was the wildest part of the trip, and a hinderance to calm and focused soberness of mind, so my decisions could be made wisely.
I picked up my bags and left for the bus to the airport before my mom woke up. My flight didn’t leave until the afternoon, but I was prepared to leave by 6AM. Unfortunately it was raining hard, for the first time in weeks, so I spent over $60 taking a taxi to the UBCO Campus, which was a short way from both the dispensary and the airport.
Jumping on the 23 Lakeview bus, I went passed the airport to the Indigenous Bloom and bought some weed to smoke and take with me on my trip. This was a callas mistake and a grave error, because of the dependance I felt, not necessarily because cannabis was sin.
Heading from there to the airport, I tried to relax and unwind for a couple hours before I took my flight. I checked in my wallet making sure I hadn’t forgotten ID and just then it hit me, I didn’t have a valid photo I.D. because my BCID was expired by just 2 weeks. That’s when my heart sunk in my chest, and it seemed like the Devil was victorious over another set of circumstances. So I decided to hide the fact that I didn't have valid ID by not saying anything to the WestJet staff and just attempting to enter on the plane. It was an intense few hours, because I felt the trip was hinging on it.
When my flight rolled around and I approached the terminal, I presented my boarding pass and ID and then hoped for the best. The WestJet lady saw it right away and told me I couldn’t fly without ID. So I was in a predicament, because that was the only photo ID I had, luckily I had my SIN card, and since this was non photo ID I needed to provide another piece of non-photo ID. The worker said, that tho I cannot make this flight, she would be able to transfer me flights to a later one for free, and I could sort out the second piece of ID by then. She suggested getting a government issued fishing licence online. So missing my first flight, I had a little less than 2 hours to buy and print a fishing licence, but unfortunately the Airport staff would not let me use their printers. So I had to leave the airport and find somewhere that would allow me to print the licence, then return and catch my flight to Nineveh. I ended up searching around till I got to the 4 Seasons Hotel, where they were more than accommodating to my need for help printing the license, and even let me ride in their shuttle back to the airport for free, and I caught my flight in time.
It was a peaceful flight, and I was relieved to be on it. On the plane I focused on prayer and the Glory Rhymes. Before I knew it I had dozed off and woke up as we landed. When I got off the plane and got my bag, I went directly outside and got high on pot, as my first order of carnal business. My dependence on the substance, was why I was so easily lured in that direction almost by nature, and cannabis would be a hot topic in the days to come, because of want.
I was filled with anxiety and stress, and the cannabis amplified those feelings. It was late in evening and past 12am, so I made my way unto the TTC Transit in order to get to the subway and figure out where I was going to go and what I would do next. Meanwhile I never stopped to ask God in humble prayer, meditating on His voice. I mainly tried figuring it out with my own nature of contemplation. This was another grave mistake. I ended up just riding the subways till they shut down, then slept at a 24 hours Mc.Donald’s in the middle of nowhere.
The next morning at dawn I arose and went out on the trains again, this time headed to downtown Toronto. The duffle bag I was carrying began to burden me and cause me concern that I might have too much stuff anyways. So little by little I began dropping things here and there, attempting to lighten my load.
Around 6 am I reached Queen St. W and by now I had no more cannabis and was feeling anxious about my situation. Too also, I was so focused on rushing forward, I didn’t stop and listen to the voice of God’s instruction. I went into a 24 hours A&W and met a homeless girl there named Leona, and I testified to her mildly without any boldness, partly because of fear and anxiety, but also because of my nature of not being prepared for my calling. After a while of chatting with her, she tipped me off to a marijuana dispensary on Spadina and Queen St. W. just a few blocks away.
By now it was only 7am, and I had no motivation or ambition and had much anxiety and stress about the streets and where I would rest. So I found a quiet place to rest my eyes and sleep, and wait for the dispensary to open, because I hadn’t put spiritual motivations over chemical ones. So I slept until about 9 and headed towards the dispensary that opened at 10, hoping that when I acquired more weed, I’d perform better overall.
The giggles cannabis raised in me, were always of a silly childlike nature that didn’t take important tasks seriously. This is why I so easily shifted the balance and toppled over, with such ease and carelessness that I didn't recognize the dangers against God’s own life. The surge of motivation I did find, was not sustained, lest it be sustained by God’s love and not chemical drugs. Over all cannabis helped me cast my cares, and worries, but it also burned me out and gave me low mood, when I had no more supplies.
So outside the cannabis dispensary on Spadina, I waited for it to open at 10, and that’s where I met a young man named Sam, who wanted to offer me a few dollars if I’d smoke some weed with him, because it was a $5 minimum purchase and he only had $3. So I agreed, and after the dispensary opened, I went inside and purchased some dried buds and a couple pre-rolls. Me and Sam started walking up Spadina smoking, and I was looking to find a chop shop an get a pipe to smoke my flower easier, but headed in the wrong direction and ended up in China Town.
After smoking weed with Sam and sharing with him a few rhymes, we parted ways and I left to go back down Spadina towards Queen, to find a chop shop so that I have more ease in smoking. Instead of walking down towards Queen, I jumped on the street car, and this was disastrous to the extremest melting point. When I got on the streetcar, I didn’t see any place to put my money and pay, so I just started riding, for it was only a couple blocks. Next what happened, revolutionized history.
A undercover plainclothes TTC transit officer stopped me and asked for proof of payment. When I failed to provide proof, he ticketed me for $250. After trying in vain to reason with him, I accepted the fine and got off the streetcar.
This is when the Devil’s voice began lying to me about my purpose in Nineveh in the first place. I started hearing threats like, “Your being trapped” and “This city will burn with you inside it.” I became blasted with condemnation and fear, and tormented by a nuclear bomb falling on the city. Within one stab of misfortune my eyes were blinded by the light of the Advent Purpose that put me in Toronto in the first place. My choice was to either act on a spirit of fear and impulsively plunge, or to act out of wisdom based upon what the revelation of God commanded of me.
God was the one who had ordained me to Nineveh. Being high on pot, stressed about the busyness of Toronto, having a rocky experience so far, and having the Devil cast condemnation and doubt into my mind and heart, all contributed to me reaching the conclusion of just going straight home that very moment after only 1 day in Nineveh. No argument came against it under that spirit of condemnation, because Satan was dominant in my mind, through the power of fear. He spoke to Eve saying, “Did God really say that?” and as my naive self, I doubted God and believed Belial the father of lies. That’s when I took a bite of the apple.
I immediately began heading towards Pearson Airport, as tho everything God said, and everything we meditated and contemplated towards, were vain and meaningless compared to discomforting chemicals. The entire Damascus road experience that had me journey to Nineveh in the first place, was meaningless if I just washed out in 1 day. This was a suddenly impulsive decision and one I regret deeply. God watched this unfolding and was unable to prompt me to stop the mad rush of thoughts, and help me find clarity and focus, to make an important decision important to me. I needed to stop in my tracks, bow my head and pray. I needed to ask God for a spirit of discernment and a release from my bonds of captivity to the Devil and the fear he stokes.
I literally got onto the plane within hours and within hours after that, I was touching down in Kelowna, without concern in the slightest for walking completely away from the will of God. The ticket I had purchased home, cost over $600 and that left me with rent and food money for April when I returned home. So in British Columbia again, I soon found much reason to worry, that I cannot follow God or capture disciples, and that I would never be able to fit through the needle’s eye. I realized that whatever God had in store for me there, I left behind to return to the familiar, boring, and mundane.
I called my mom to pick me up and threw away the cannabis I had with me. I understood that my ease, in making a foolish choice under pressure, most likely had stemmed from the cannabis that I was relying upon as my source of momentum, instead of God’s simple direction. Without the will of God being obeyed and fulfilled, I was a fool on a fool’s errand. Jesus died the death that Joshua deserved, and provided light and lesson into walking in God’s providential guidance, and into being obedient in all things.
In the heat of battle and under the Devil’s pressure of condemnation, I forgot to cast off the old Crow self and put on the new Eagle self. I forgot the love of God and my love for the Eagle and neglected prudence and clarity in making such an extremely important decision, even though the decision was going to lead to great carnage and suffering. It was one of the greatest mistakes I have ever made, but God met me where I was and didn’t give up on Eve, even though she ate of the fruit, and believed the serpents lies.
Luckily in the first place, I didn’t end up selling everything I had, as a result of not wanting to run short on time. So I still had a Pioneer DDJ-1000 MIDI controller, and an Xbox, and a few other things like headphones and speakers. Ultimately I was to end up in a desperate struggle to sell whatever I could in order to get the air fare back to Toronto, and the most important thing was finding out how to rectify failing the will of God, after everything I had so recently seen and insuring it never happened again.
So, under conviction, I determined early on after returning to Kelowna’s familiarities, I would simply get ready to leave and go yet again, and repeat my original choice which was to go to Nineveh. It would take a week to get the funds together, but I successfully was able to be on an airplane back to Toronto on April 5th, 12 days later than God originally intended. Also at this point, there was no way I could afford a plane ticket home to Kelowna if something terrible befell my situation. I also would not have money for food or to go to a museum or be charitable to the homeless ones whom God sent me to reach. I had a couple hundred dollars left over after the airfare was purchased, and it was by the Grace of God that I was even able to salvage that from the iniquity and stupidity of Eve eating the fruit.
Niniva Trip 2
Fast forwarding to my second touchdown in Toronto, I planned more diligently and determined myself unwaveringly that I would be staying at all costs. I got out of Pearson Airport and made it downtown by about 2am. It being a Saturday, I found myself walking down Young street with all the clubs and curbs bustling with the vain activities of stoned drunks. I recalled how that used to be my focus, before my new Christ identity was donned, with fresh understanding and not just acknowledged and forgotten.
So not really requiring sleep yet, I walked around the streets of Toronto, not talking Advent Truth to anyone. Meanwhile the holy spirit was continually prompting me to press on in the boldness of firm footing in Advent Truths. After about an hour of it being somewhat a relaxing walk, Satan reared it’s head into these affairs and began blasting me with legalistic pressure to preach in the middle of downtown Toronto, in the middle of the night, with all the hoodlums just getting started on their debauchery. There was division between me and God because I wouldn’t obey and preach to those enjoying the nightlife. It was a rough start to an already largely thwarted journey.
I found myself gravitating towards Queen St. W. again. This time it was also true, that I packed to many extra belongings, but the forces that were playing tug of war on my life, had me lay down everything in the duffle bag, out of fearful obligation; 3 outfits including sox and underwear, my bible and my dictionary, an expensive pair of spare headphones, extra decks of Tarot cards, a large tub of protein powder and anything else I couldn’t fit from the burdensome duffle bag into the backpack I was carrying. All of these were laid down in a dark alley, and I released from the burden of carrying such a heavy bag, under the moral pressure of my conscience and under Satan’s direction. I was truly ready to start slimming my form, so I could squeeze through the needle’s eye, for I thought that was why I came to Nineveh, in order that I’d fit through the eye of a needle. This decision to throw away my stuff would cost me dearly, because my breakthrough would not come before my breaking point, and my belongings could have been safely stored in a locker.
I just kept in the backpack I had, the things I figured were essential to my ministry work, like my phone, tablet, and computer, I also had protein chocolate bars among a few things I could carry in my bag. If the Devil could have taken away my computer too, I would not be writing this now, and you would not believe me even if i told you! The fact that I had some reservations, and didn’t rely on a Fred Flintstone primitiveness, but insured I had a phone and a computer, was important because Satan was trying to take everything it could away in the last days.
The next morning I secured a bed, at the Maxwell Meighen Centre, a homeless shelter on Queen ST E. but not before the slanderer took away my property the night before, so that I didn’t even have a change of clothes. This was going to cause problems if I couldn’t have a breakthrough right away, but I was operating under the false hope, that I would indeed breakthrough with ease, but as I’m writing this now, in my 33 years a breakthrough is no easy task for God, and it hangs in the balance of my obedient fulfillment of destiny, not fortune.
After I secured a bed and the Salvation Army, on this day I went about sharing my truth and allowing God to lead me. There were many opportunities and my mind was made up to seize them, however I would obey in one instance and speak and act out, and I would pass up in another moment God’s best for me. My obedience was partial, and a force inside me always seemed to lead me stray, when I wanted not to do with it.
Journeying out and about and sharing gospel truths, I found myself ministering on University Ave. People young and old were walking with picket signs, and God instructed me to follow them to Queen’s Park, where an intense lesson was to be learned. I got to the event and God ushered in a new season in my eyes, a season of seeing missed opportunity, or seized destiny, and the choice was mine. I felt guilty that I had left God behind on the first trip here, and rushed off home, without a second thought, and all these rallying protesters, could have been reached with my worship, if only I had been wiser in the first place, and had stayed in Toronto and not run away.
God was commanding me to preach to the multitude at Queen’s Park, and a little shred of my spirit acted upon it, and I said a couple choice words under fear and condemnation. Learning the rally was about education funds not being adequate, I was best off making a heart-filled and logical choice to speak about the vanity of education, if the world is burned up like chaff and tossed into the furnace. But I wasn’t the right person for this job, and ill prepared to fulfill the task of carrying the Advent Banner! Instead I carried the burden of a cross of shame, guilt and condemnation. Omen and voices began blasting me, and I struggled to keep hope alive. I could not speak, nor did I know what words to say, for I was unprepared due to my reckless sin. I could not ease the discomfort of knowing in the back of my mind, that if I had stayed in Nineveh on this journey in the first place, I may have been ready to preach the gospel at this rally and glorify God like never before seen on Earth in 2000 years. I realized that my breakthrough at that rally was sacrificed, and that my petrified self, would never collide and spearhead the Kingdom, without learning how to stand firm in my place and obey God’s commands. The experience taught me a valuable lesson.
So to make up for lost time, I kept the rally in mind as I went about my father’s business. I was comforted by the spirit, when I spoke hope to the streets, and discomforted each time I had chosen poorly to not give 100%. God explained that my choice is finite and in this Advent Season, God too was fitting through the needles eye, by squeezing His Prophet into the other side.
I went about Sunday the 7th, overwhelmed by the signs and omen. I was blasted with pressure to stab and stand up tall and firm for these truths. Going to person to person and spitting glory rhymes, was a great way to not only practice my tongues, but putting tongues into practice. I was able speak randomly generated sayings, of Christ centred principles and God centred hope, and was doing very little repetition. I was experimenting with a new flow, learning as I went onward with God, as he pruned my speech and helped sow into my heart a proper way of talking.
By 4pm, on April 7th, after using my phone to search the location, I ended up at Hillsong Toronto, where the Lord gave my heart a rest from the calamity of pressure, to lift my hands and heart to Him and receive a deeper anointing and an intimate connection. God explained how He could rule the world through one seed taking root and how Hillsong WOULD have been prime soil for this purpose, however the seed of Adam was bottled up inside of Eve. The sermon spoken at Hillsong was glorious and I lifted my hand to accept “CHRIST” on the inside of me. My millionth conversion experience, and I know that God was hoping that this time it lasted. All the while in the back of my mind, I realized that I had so easily walked away from my destiny, even just a little over a week earlier. How was I going to make up for lost time and the money it took to fly back and forth?
Monday April 8th, I went to the Ontario Works office to see about getting some income assistance. Having lost all my money, this was important money to have, in order to lessen the poverty of Canadian homelessness and spur on the spearhead of God through me. I had lived in Toronto years before, and had disability status since 2005, so I wanted to insure I could get those funds and make up for what I had thrown away so easily. However, the decision to go there was going to hinder my future, because I would be cut off from my disability in BC, and never did receive my Ontario Works benefits.
For the rest of the day I went about rushing around the city, speaking to few and small groups, but not standing bold and firm in the truth. I would say a few choice words, waver and then depart after giving up a tract to my Epic Testament. It was almost a simple fulfillment of religious obligation to make me feel better, when at the education rally I could have broken through, if I had been preaching from a place of inward sanctity and conviction under the fear of the Lord.
Tuesday March 9th, I was up and about my Father’s business early in the morning. I decided to speak my glory rhymes around the city, and struggled with temptation to stop and eat or drink a coffee. Beside Maxwell was a small little cozy outreach church that I attended, and beheld God’s spirit there upon that place. During the service, I began to weep in remorse of foiling God’s original plans throughout my life. The teaching at the church was wonderful, but my intimate connection with God in spirit, brought me compassion and empathy like I haven’t felt in years. That was the seed I needed planted in me, to stand firm in the face of Armageddon and not be swept away into self-centredness and cowardice. God’s spirit touched my soul, even after all the terrible mistakes I had made in my past, and at the bottom of my soul, God began to rise up on the inside, despite of my sin; but the warnings were clear, this saving grace is no easy task to achieve.
I continued about the week, seeing plenty of opportunities to help people with my light of hope. I look back now and wish I seized more opportunity, but I only obeyed partially and was not obedient unto the Lord at all costs, and not like Jesus the Last Adam. I went about speaking my glory rhymes, and taking time to rest and meditate on what was going on around me, my past and my future. Throughout the struggles, God was showing me the Prophet He would need me to be as soon as humanly possible, and that the Power of God was bottled up inside me. By taking my eyes off sin and placing them upon the Dove, I was finding the strength I needed to shine. I continued to hand out my tracts and spoke my glory rhymes all in vain with high hopes and no results, except that as I’m now looking back upon it there are valuable lessons to be learned. I hope that as I’m writing this down the value of the lesson will not be lost and will help me stand firm, feet shod in the Gospel Hope of Advent Happenings.
Toronto had open mic opportunities nearly every night, and church services to worship and connect with the holy spirit on a daily basis, even if it was just mass. Looking back I see such little effort put into hitting the mic every night, and being rooted in as many congregations I could possibly root into. For example I hit the open mic at the black swan pub, and under the conviction of the voices and omen bombarding me, I tried to improvise a message that had no substantial results after it left me. A few notes on my phone was the only preparation measure I took. This was a vital sign that has helped in me sitting down and writing this to you all, that you would know just how far Eve has fallen away from the Glory of God, after being cast down because of the Serpent. All the struggling I had in my past, and thinking YELLING louder would fix my problems, were at times distracting me from realizing, my volume is nothing without acting out with the hope in the Advent Gospel. Rather than the volume of a hysterical tirade, having one’s foot shod in the Gospel and standing boldly to proclaim it, will bare fruit and save souls.
The Last Words of Bathurst
One fundamental lesson I learned throughout all of this, was when I was told by God to go up Bathurst St, and preach to the Jews, proclaiming earnestly there Messiah has come. I was already doing ministry on Young and Dundas, but I decided to leave behind that crowded place, and follow God. I went on the subway to Bathurst station, and then took the transit North. I got off after a ways journey on the bus, and approached a few of the Bathurst Jews with my gospel truth, but found them extremely locked down by their Judaism and not receptive. That’s when I came to the realization that I cannot follow every arrow, lest I end up in Jerusalem on a cross. This revelation came in to my understanding at the perfect time, and I began realizing that my independence to choose with sound judgement and God’s Advent Hope, is my right. The Devil did not want this realization, because he wanted me religiously bound to obedience to every sign and omen, and to the guilt and shame of missing a choice, or messing up a blessing. This was a realization Jesus didn’t acquire until He was hanging on a cross of shame, as the devil sneered and spat at Him.
The Bathurst revelation helped me define just how powerful my free will was, that no Lord of Heaven or Devil of Hell, could force me to obey, and that now I’m truly and unquestionably free to put God’s Kingdom first. This revelation was not clear when I committed my offence in 2008, unprepared and needlessly rushed, and as a result of my failure the guilt and shame that held me bound echoed on throughout the rest of my life. Now I know, I have every right to choose God’s best for me, not under a spirit of torment, or obligation, or fear, or worry and stress, but because I see how good God is now, and He loves me so much that I cannot not want to help Him out of love’s obligation. Being blasted by legalism and fear stoking pressure to act out, and being squeezed on all sides, truly should then have not been my centre and essence. God wants obedience to manifest out of love and compassion for all that God has been diligently serving His whole life to achieve. The Lord humbles His lambs and shows them how to obey out of love, courageously standing firm in truth, out of love and sound mind and in heart filled worship.
Little by little, the immensity of the pressure that Satan was putting me under, was causing a furious build up of anxiety of stress, and was withering my will, mind and heart, in a terrible way. Toronto was an extremely busy commercial metropolis with little escape to sanctuary and was enough shatter me in the trip I made in my young adulthood. The complete and total ignorance of what happened to me in the early 2000s, when all the fear and pressure of the Universe broke me to pieces, was what the Devil was counting on in order to divide my soul from God. My future looked bleak, and the arrows spurred me onward, without any regard for purity of heart, clarity of focus, soundness of mind and well made decision.
The Bathurst St. revelation overall gave me the insight into my CHOICE. That I can choose not to follow an arrow, or listen to a voice, that sounds like God, because Satan has always had the power to wear a mask and proclaim himself Lord over my mind, will, and emotions, in order to deceive Eve out of the blessing. This revelation was not knew, for I could have easily looked at what happened in the events of my past and learned it. However my busy mind never stopped to reflect on those moments, and this reminder of my free will, was the most important lesson learned in the entire trip. So from that point on, I took my decisions more seriously and freely.
Saturday Night Fervour
Saturday rolled around and I continued speaking my glory rhymes and handing out tracts to the Epic Testament, with no clear results. Sometimes there was an encouraging response to my faith and light message, and there was a considerable attention holding potential of rhyming, but I began to see more clearly that the message of the Epic Testament and the Glory Rhyming of Joshua, were not going to breakthrough.
In the evening that Saturday, at Young and Dundas, great things were happening. There was a group of street preachers with a portable amplifier, and they were speaking out on the Judgmental nature of God towards sinners and how unrepentant spirits go to hell. I stopped and listened intently to what they were saying, and let God chasten me through it. I couldn’t walk away from that street corner, and I wrestled with the temptation to do so.
After a while there I asked one of the preachers if I could use the mic to share my testimony, even though I didn’t need electronics to boldly proclaim the truth. The person asked me to share with him what I wanted to share on the mic first, and a glory rhyme came out, with some sparse and scattered thoughts. Flat out I could see in his eyes, that he felt that I had no business on his mic, and he didn’t let me preach using his amplifier. That’s how limited I was just running around rapping to the birds and snails. It also showed me that I wasn’t ready to discord this Epic Truth in battle against falsehoods that so boldly preach in God’s name.
A black man with a backwards cap from that congregation, then jumped on the mic and began preaching and teaching a very lawful message on the damnation of non-penitent fools. This was one of the greatest standoffs in human history, because of what I would learn and what would prune my focus. The black man’s message was a very cliche fire and brimstone message, but when he brought up the issue of gay marriage something very interesting happened on God’s behalf. Instead of just passing by, people stopped to listen, argue, and debate with him, and for the next hour or two, that street corner was lit up with concern about the issue of gay marriage, and it became a great intense conflict.
A young girl, approached the black man and kicked off the debate, by admitting her homosexuality and her faithful right-standing in the eyes of a loving creator. The arguments they had on that mic, had people young and old, stepping up for their turn as though it was an open mic. This was my opportunity to stab into the crowd and get on the mic myself, even though I didn’t need electronic instruments to prove my God. People were standing around while the debate was firing up, and many people took up the opportunity to stand firm in what they believed.
As for me and myself, I was mostly listening observantly to what was going on, pressing up against a will to just observe, and reject God’s best in my life. I thought as though this would be my final opportunity to have a breakthrough and I needed to press forward, through the eye of the needle. “Finally my opportunity has come,” I thought to myself. So I waited my turn and stepped aside from myself. When my turn on the now OPEN MIC came, I began speaking about something I knew very well, so as to not sound foolish. But almost as soon as I began speaking, a spirit of judgmental nature arose in the black man, and he grabbed away the mic, saying “I didn’t ask you to preach. I don’t have time to stand here while you speak. I thought you had a question for me about Christ.” The whole thing was less than 30 seconds and it was over.
I needed to have been preaching from the sidelines and up and down that street. I was too hyper-focused on the microphone that that man was holding. I needed an ability to speak the light of the Gospel with my feet shod ever true. The other thing I realized, is how effective challenging someone’s sin could be. Not seeking man’s approval, but instead God’s approval. The revelation God gave me throughout it all, was that judgment and condemnation were going to be a big part of my revelation message as well. And nobody needed that message more than the fallen Crow Joshua. With that understanding I left that street corner behind and continued on my way, considering the opportunity not a waste but a blessing, even though I didn’t get more than 30 seconds worth of thought into the debate. I needed to preach from the sidelines and not worry about the microphone at all!
This taught me something extremely important about my ministry, and that has now changed our future’s history. I did not have feet shod in the Doctrine of the Advent, and I did not have a clear sermon or record of truth, that would peek someone’s interest enough to open their heart to receive a blessing in my name. That was when I decided to stop dead in my tracks and forget about rushing busily around Toronto with Glory Rhymes, and instead pursue establishing a clear Doctrine of Advent Speaking.
I decided to prioritize hearing God’s still small voice, amidst all the chaos that the Devil was creating around me and inside me, and write exactly what God wanted me to. Not my own thoughts or opinions, not about my hopes and dreams, or fears and worries, not just science or history, or what I’ve observed quite like no other, but Aslornia’s words. God put it upon my heart to write this Advent Testimony, as something just as vitally important as the Epic Testament, and the Devil’s priority shifted from keeping me redundantly speaking my Glory Rhymes without results, to preventing me from establishing a firm grasp on speaking exactly what God wanted to say through me. When I decided to write again, this time focused intently on God’s still small voice, Satan came after me with vengeance and fury without relent. No longer was rushing around a busy city the priority, but sitting with focused intent on writing this Advent Sermon, and surviving every trick and scheme and prank and plot of Satan, to thwart my testimony and prevent God from writing His Testament through me. It was my choice in the end, to lay down the forbidden fruit I had been eating, ignore the serpent, write God’s Word in 2019, which is the Sword of the Spirit, and use it knowing that it would not return void, to crush the head of that serpent forever, so the Lord could cast him away into the lake of eternal fire, and heap vengeance upon the Devil’s sinful brow, for its treason against Heaven upon the Earth!
No Shoes No Shirt No Service
Now this is where having no clothes came against me, though it was fine in the beginning to loose from my provisions. With less than a fifty dollars in my pocket, and nothing in the bank, I was truly trapped in Toronto with no way to leave. Having never washed my only set of clothes, I began to sense feeling dirty and smelly, like I had been defiled by adultery even though my promise to remain in the Last Adam was being upheld since making it. By now I was covered in itchy bed bug bites and feeling the seeds of mental illness and evil festering on the inside. At the Salvation Army, the bathrooms were vile and disgusting, for the homeless that used that place for refuge, cared not about the cleanliness of where the Lord had given them their provision. It bothered me to observe the vomit, and non-flushed toilets, bugs in my bed, the smells and immorality of those people, and more and more I began to become sensitized to the filth of that place, and the stressful bombardment of pressure and guilt; knowing all too well the schemes of the terrible Devil who would love nothing more than to drag me face first through that disgust, and place it from an outward observation, to an inward soul sickness of poverty. I was edging closer towards cracking at the seems, with the intensity of the immense pressure and power that the Devil was using to crush my morale, spirit, and sanctity, for the love of God was not reverberating on the inside of Eve, even though the Lord did everything to express it beautifully.
God, throughout my struggles, tried to have me focus on the positive side of life, even after I wickedly walked away time and time again as a fallen saviour. Because Satan was Lord over my guilt, shame and condemnation, he had immense potential for rising up on the inside of me with a GorePhobia unlike never yet seen, and my light would have been shrouded by it when I am meant to shine brightly the Advent Candle before it’s too late, and the door is closed and locked forever.
Now as I’m writing this Ancient Proclamation of Advent Truth, I am making a declaration that the very existence of this testimony, and the fact that you are reading it now, shows the merciful nature of God, and that Aslornia’s love can conquer sin in the life of one person, and use that one person to touch the hearts of a multitude. Based on how my Crow nature has been dwelling in darkness, and how Eve did what was forbidden in the sight of the Lord, sinning against Heaven and Earth and all who dwell therein, I Joshua have no right to be standing here today, feet shod in grace knowing these Advent Truths are self evident.
After years of listening to the wrong voices and omen, and being lied to and deceived on every level, in every way, and at all times, at 33 years old, in 2019, at the end of our world, and the edge of oblivion, I trusted the quiet voice of God enough to stop and finally sit down and record this Testimony for you! The way this Testament came about was miraculous, because I could have fearfully continued pursuing works of the flesh and vain repetition, with fear fuelling my every decision and Belial spurring me onward, constantly lying, and cheating me out of the true instruction of God. By hearing Aslornia, I became set on this path to be forwardly thrusting, not with my own revelation or words, but through the Holy Spirit guiding my writing quill, and through His power alone pressing onwards with the true message for our day and age!
The decision to stop in 2019 and think beyond acting upon the Epic Testament’s original heartbreaking revelation, all came about so suddenly, as God shifted my focus from speaking and acting, back to listening, understanding, recording and THEN teaching. I cannot stress how close Belial was to exploding inside me with GorePhobic disease like before, because after I left poverty, and the effects of it’s filth around me behind, I struggled with suppressing the spirit of Satan rising within me with GorePhobia for weeks after. The Devil thrust his spear at my heart, the moment the revelation of sitting and writing a NEW REVELATION was accepted as God’s instruction.
Beyond the Eye of the Needle
I didn’t sleep at all the evening of Monday the 15th of April, and stayed up into the morning of Tuesday April 16th, focused on listening to the still small voice of God telling me Advent Truth. The image of Belial was vomiting filth and deception in the corner with hopes I would take it personally. The Devil was condemning me then with his vile words like he is now, as I’m speaking to you today. I was struggling with the feeling of his wicked presence and his power over my will, mind and heart, but Aslornia’s revelation to me was more clear! I am to write the Advent Doctrine and testify it to the world, crushing Satan with the power and authority that is my right to possess in Christ.
At around 5am, on Tuesday April 16th, I was given instructions to rise up from my bed bug infested mattress and go out into the morning dusk with God, allowing His presence to overtake me. The Lord took me to MC.Donald’s to get a coffee and a muffin, before I started out for the day in worship, and as a sign to the end of needless dietary laws. The Lord was speaking freedom from my bondage to Belial and the Devil’s ability to cast darkness upon my heart, and needless fear and worry towards an angry god that was no more god than the worst of earthly kings.
Following the spirit, I made my way to the corner of Young and Dundas and stood at Dundas square with my eyes cast downward to the ground, and my heart lifted up to the Father’s Embrace of Purity. I asked the Lord to cleanse me of Belial’s spirit, which I could feel growing on the inside, and Aslornia reacted to my cry for help. His voice of revelation came unto me quietly as I focused beyond the lies, I paused for a long moment, and in my mind I could see visions of my cats, back home in Kelowna. With the Advent Sermon revealed as the top priority, I realized that all these lessons I was learning in Nineveh, were helping me solidify a clear fixation on the TRUE GOD! I waited for confirmation, that retreating from Toronto was the will of God, and for the next few hours I listened as God worked to purge my heart of worrying over Belial rising up inside me with a GorePhobia.
The Devil worked diligently to distract and delay and suppress and pollute this Testimony, with lies and deceit. This is why we had to leave behind the busy bluster of Toronto and return to Kelowna’s quietness, so I could hear God more clearly and simply and receive instruction, beyond Satan’s trickery, and put all this into the words you are reading now. Satan would have soothed my reckless heart with lies and never allowed me to rediscover the urgency of Aslornia’s Advent Call, yet upon the rock of that rediscovery that vile trickster tried to crush me with sin’s illness under religious law. To stop me from writing one verse of Advent Hope, Satan would have me sit and write an entire library of books filled with vain babble and senseless chatter.
God instructed me to call my brother Mick, and ask him to pay for my airfare back to Kelowna. I had no money to fly myself, just what was with me and in my backpack. If it wasn’t for God’s provision through my brother, I would have been trapped in Toronto with the sickness arising and festering intensely. Satan didn’t attack with the illness, until he realized that I was being shown the revelation of the true message of Aslornia, and given the instruction to expound the true doctrine of our Advent Hope. It was especially the Bathurst St. revelation, that had me look beyond the obvious omen in my sight, and find the quiet voice of Aslornia and channeling that voice write GOD’s words. My brother was more than happy to oblige with my airfare which was over $700 from Toronto to Kelowna. This was going to be a near defeat moment, for if the GorePhobia arose yet again, right when I was going to start hearing God’s voice throughout the chaos of diabolic treachery, there’s no telling what we would have missed out on, and what the Devil would have achieved. Thank God I was able to hear His voice and react!
Under grace, I made my way to the airport. My flight left at around 7pm, so I had the better part of the day to make my way there, but I wanted to get there early, to be sure I didn’t miss my flight by mistake. All the while Belial was casting a shadow of doubt upon my heart, that the terrible putridity of what he was telling me, was to come into fruition.
Aslornia coached me with His still small voice, and I worked diligently to embrace the Eagle and suppress Belial’s presence arising. God encouraged my heart and spoke unto my soul, with comfort and meaning and purpose behind His scattered words. When I got to the airport I grabbed my boarding pass and quickly made my way through security, struggling with bizarre thoughts and visions, like I was already defiled by the reprisal of the Devil.
I struggled for a couple hours, with the Marvel movie Thor: The Dark World’s soundtrack on Apple Music playing. With the fanfare blazing, I spoke Glory Rhymes and I envisioned great multitudes hearing my voice and seeing my visions. Triumphantly I wrestled the Devil, and humbly I embraced the Holy Spirit in the form of the Eagle whom I adore. For roughly 2 hours I struggled, and tried to secure my clarity and peace at the airport. But it was when God instructed me to start writing, and obediently I sat in my seat resting in the Advent Gospel’s recording, that the power of the Devil began to unravel, and so Satan fled from me, only to return in the form of God.
Near my gate of departure, I plugged in my laptop and began listening, understanding and recording. The kaleidoscopic words guided, and my hand wrote the testament creatively. This inspired writing under the influence of the Holy Spirit, was the same as was in the early church, when the God of the bible wrote through the Apostles the many great works that became our New Testament. God’s utterance was made my upmost focus, and He secured me in this great task of achieving this vital sermon’s correctness. I wrote diligently and peacefully without pressure or despair, not out of a spirit of obligation, but because I found hope in the Advent Doctrine recording and it brought me closer to the Lord’s embrace. This continued on until my flight was boarding and getting ready to swiftly depart.
Aslornia’s instruction was for me to sleep on the aircraft, because I hadn’t slept in almost 48 hours now. Once in my seat, in the middle in between a woman and a man, I closed my eyes and began dozing, even with all the excitement going on in my life. As I was nearly asleep and extremely close to dozing off, I felt a jolt, and the Devil wrestled me awake and instructed me to continue writing the Message of the Advent; I obeyed and pulled out my laptop. Sitting in my chair on the aircraft I began putting words down intently. I listened for God and heard words fluttering around in my brain, in a chaotic way as I made sense of them. This continued for a couple more hours and I stretched myself and pushed onward beyond how tired I felt. Just then was when the Devil made his move with the guise of God.
We were about half way to Kelowna when, posing as God, the Devil stood up and began commanding me to preach on the airplane. He was pointing out the fact, that it was a captive audience, and that my decision to leave Toronto, was a repeat of the terrible mistake I made not long before, when I rushed back to Kelowna in a spontaneity of stupidity. He told me to smash my computer if I had to, and preach because that airplane was my last chance at salvation.
The woman beside me then struck up a conversation, asking if I was doing a school project. The voices began telling me to hurl my vision of damnation at the woman, but under guilt and condemnation my words were very sparse and few. Feeling greedy for not opening up and testifying to her, I was even more pressured to freakout on the aircraft, meanwhile on my right side I noticed Belial was sitting beside me, when in reality, the Devil was all over that aircraft and seeking to get me certified under the mental health act or imprisoned in jail, where I would have little chance of worshiping God unto a breakthrough.
As long as Belial could keep me distracted from finding the true message of God, relying solely on the physical evidence of the Epic Testament, and artistic poetry, and running around with vain works of the flesh, then the Devil was pleased to be the champion over my life. It was when I stopped everything, ignored what was going on around me, to listen intently to the Holy Spirit, that I found God’s words within myself. I realized this Epistle could be guided by the promptings and purposes of God, as I prepared HIS SERMON, not my own. This was a great and monumental shift in the right direction and it made the Devil extremely angry with me and my God.
Under guilt and condemnation I disobeyed and kept my mouth shut for the rest of the flight. I didn’t freak out like the voices were commanding with legalism, and because of that this work is being ready for you to read and hear upon my tongues confession. The spirit of fear that was driving me throughout my entire journey, came to a terrible climax on that plane, and I was frightened in my heart and soul, that leaving the poverty of the Salvation Army and rushing home to write this Testimony, was a trick of the Devil to rob me of my breakthrough. Freaking out on the aircraft only would have gotten me certified under the mental health act or worse, BUT GOD had purpose for me to step in faith, and walk the clouds home to my family, where I could focus on His ever quiet voice and result in a Advent Gospel that shatters the gnashing teeth of Belial lord of lies. I made it off the aircraft without any stupid blunders, and my mother Ilona was at the airport to meet me and take me home to where this Final Testament could be accomplished.
I am testifying to this, from a quiet room with many comforts. I am focusing on the abundance of truth and revelation in God’s word, and on my own nonconformity to the serpents lies. As the Last Eve, following in the footsteps of the Last Adam, I am quickly baring witness of my observations into this Universe’s terrible climatic war, where I find myself the centre as it’s Atom and Axis. All prophecy is being fulfilled through me, and if you have come across this Testament before the end ruptures, I have at least done something right, though hopefully not before it is too late! For I warn unto you today with my trumpet of truth, the end is neigh and we have a spearhead of hope that must be aimed true and forced into the heart of the beast, the wicked spirit of Judas Iscariot, that abomination who walks the Earth today in carnal flesh and blood, to die under the Judgement Seat of God’s Wrath for the sins of mankind and the death of Jesus Christ 2000 years ago.
Advent Calling Heading Toward 2020
Road Trip to Funeral in Alberta
May 1st. After having spent 2 weeks back in Kelowna struggling to write this testimony and suppress a great inward move of the Devil to burst forth with a GorePhobia, I am on the road again, this time with my mom and nephew Shaydon. We are heading to Calgary on Hwy 1 in part to attend my Grandpa Lou’s funeral. My grandpa was another person I neglected to come unto in their dying moments, and another missed opportunity for a miracle. I will be staying in Alberta for just under 3 weeks, first with my sister Kristin (Doodie) in Calgary AB, and then with my sister Shannon (Sha Sha) in Spruce Grove AB.
I have been writing this witness, and Advent Proclamation intently on making clear my witness and chronicling my Advent Adventures. The pressure of the knife has been removed from my throat, but I don’t trust the ease of my current mindset. I’m no longer worried about Belial crawling up my leg to flood my eyes with GorePhobic nonsense, but I also see easing up on the tension that was helping me struggle forward, has led to less intently focused conviction in these matters.
I’m writing this in the backseat of my Mom’s Cadillac, just outside of Golden BC, with 53% battery on my MacBook Air, on a wonderful intrepid crusade to Calgary AB, to secure our Stampede of Advent Arrival. The vision revealed by the shining of the Advent Candle, has shown me the breakthrough season could be in these next few days. God’s plan is to take Calgary like a Stampede, and move on to the entire world overnight, conquering this whole planet as swiftly as any nuclear war could. As fast as lightning in sudden blitz of World War 3, this Advent can thrust into the spotlight, and seize the victory God has been labouring for 13.8 billion lightyears to achieve in this world, in the split of an instant. But it can all end just as fast.
I have seen many visions and prospects of a mighty breakthrough, and God has revealed the founding sermon in my arsenal. The Marriage of the Last Supper, as the sermon is called, parallels the lives of the Last Adam Yeshua and the Last Eve Joshua; the 2000 year old prophecy foretelling the Second Coming of Christ; the Dove’s scars and stigmata on the body of the Crow; the role of Judas Iscariot and the ladder day beast; the end time prospects of an Advent or an Apocalypse; and among many other truths our eternal destiny of the Heavenly or Hellish rebirth of our entire Cosmos.
The physical evidence of the Epic Testament, the original revelation that shattered me, is not enough to deliver me into the spotlight. In fact, I’ve had the information of the Epic Testament for years, and nobody ever cared to consider it as true, or heed it’s warning! Scientific and historical passages, narrowing down Satan’s crimes throughout 13.8 billion years of evolution, and an explanation of the Alpha VS the Omega creating everything in a perfect duality, does not make conversions. Irrefutably you cannot disprove the Epic Testament with science or history, because it uses every conduit of truth, to renew its perfect validity. Nobody truly want’s to consider how powerful the Devil really is, nor what evil he’s accomplishing through humankind, and what we stand to loose without the spearhead God rising up to crush the beast.
Also, my glory rhymes are definitely a good greeting or farewell, but they are not the meat of my Advent Sermon. I have hope that my Glory Rhymes will aid in capturing attention and in helping me perk interest and curiosity, but as much as I am able to say poetically, a simple speech of Epic Truth and Advent Hope, will take me lightyears beyond what rapping words can! The physical evidence is latent with the Devil’s hidden finger prints, but this Advent Sermon is becoming so full of grace, it’s expounding age old enigmas and brightly illuminating firmly founded grand deceptions! The right message is key in seeing the power of God breakthrough, and no amount of vain repetition will pound that nail into the ground.
My plan is to reap harvests of souls, and offer my worship to God, wherever I am in Canada! I may have been overcome in Nineveh, and Toronto may have gotten me offset with a sickness, but now I am fired up and coming back to the good fight, with my boxing gloves secure and my feet fastened with Advent Hope! I will be focusing my ministry in Alberta, on downtown streets, and will work to spread this message of Advent till there’s a snag and I real in a catch. Deciding on the Advent Message now will save time in the future. For if this truth does not hold firm, than we are back to square one, and would be better off making immediate alterations, instead of excessive repetitions. What I’m scribing makes perfect sense to me however, but how can I know the blindness of another? The Epic Testament’s revelation makes perfect sense too, but none can see the truth in it, nor heed it’s wisdom, they just glance to and fro!
Friday May 3rd was the day of my Grandpa Lou’s funeral at Queens Park Cemetery, and there was a big turnout of family and friends. I was given a clear revelation that it should be a time of hope and prayer, faith and grace, not a time for fear and doubt, regrets and shame. The atmosphere was calm and I didn’t feel burdened, but I was struggling with clarity of thought and with anxiety about the different protrusions of unwanted thinking. I’ve struggled with these feelings and invasive thoughts for weeks since I had to leave Toronto before the bed bug infested filth of that shelter, sent me into a state of mind that fully acknowledges the presence of Belial and sees not nor hears not the true God. I overall found the funeral tense, but it was a great time of remembrance and celebration of my grandfather’s life. After the service a bunch of us visited the graves of my Uncle Pat, my Chickey and my Boompa, who are all residing in the same graveyard. I was prompted to share a Glory Rhyme at the gravestone with everyone was standing around, but I failed yet again.
I have much to grateful for, even if it has become late in the day and the hour of Judgment approaches. Grace has covered my iniquity and the good Lord has preserved a place for me at His table, to sit down and eat of the fruit of life. Eve no longer must worry and fear and concern over the lesser things, and move on to empowered speech and clear rational thoughts expressed through actions.
Concerned with whether or not to smoke pot came up again, because of the bombardment of 420 omen on my clocks, with perfect precision and accuracy. It was a focus on what I lack, and a wonder drug I need to react to these stressors and pressures. 420 was inspiration for a dead and dying Constantine, but not for the higher calling of Joshua rising in spirit. There is less goodness inside a man who relies on a feeling to do good, than one who does the right thing to please God in spite of how he feels. I realized that Satan has true abilities to pilot a backslide and fuel a furnace with the weeds that spoil the heart and soil within where seed will not take root nor grow nor blossom or bud. This is how now I am making my final and most solemn verdict that I will not smoke weed and choke the seed of God’s word by my sinful dependance on chemical highs and not the love of God inside and around me! 420 is no longer my number!
Just as we begin to usher in the Advent, 2020 will open our eyes to the Final Judgement we will endure forever. A vision of Advent Hope will arise from me, a flaming candle on the inside. I see the glow of 2020, as the final sparkle of light that pierces through darkness and deception, is met with a torrent of resistance. The flurry of a thousand fists, comes to crush Advent Hope with Apocalyptic calamity, but there will be time to Herald in the Kingdom of Heaven and receive the blessing of Christ.
As time runs short and my report is being drafted, I would have to encourage you brethren to take up not a cross, but a banner of holy excellence. A vengeful God rises up to exact retribution against the terror brought against creation and the Universe’s Saviour, Aslornia the Just Judge of Eternity, on the inside of me. Judgment falls upon the wicked and righteous alike and none on Earth can stand without confessions of Advent Hope and regenerated actions! A spark sets the world ablaze in Advent Glory and the candle I hold high for all to see, is a lighthouse and beacon of hope in our end times.
The looking glass I see through, with 2020 vision is clarity and sharpness that cuts through a veil of Satanic lies and legalistic barbs and thorns that only distract the soul with scrapes and cuts on the flesh. The Devil plays mind games and causes division between God and His children, by causing them to turn their gaze downcast to worries and fears, with no consideration of upward callings. However if one was to look upward, Belial puts it in the heart, false assurance that the assignment is already completed, therefor the saints need not strive! But I tell you now, this is the Armageddon and an Advent miracles from the hand of the Millennial Prophet are our only hope for survival!
I was never off to the races in a stance that could withstand each step with efficiency and speed, and the thorns and thistles, that only distract, turn our gaze to the missiles and the knife in our ribcage and the discomfort of the decaying of flesh, and our hearts away from caring about it. The truth is more powerful than a lie, to be weld like a sword against the heart filled praise of the faithful servant of Aslornia. So realize this, be true but in loving command of your thoughts, deeds and words, so that though we are have efficiency in our propriety to stand up with the Gospel and see the fullness of Advent Fulfillment.
This is my prayer in writing these things down, that you will see the crown upon my head, is not of thorns but of an unfed newborn with hope you will provide a poor soul a warm meal by a warm fire. Please take heed to these evidences and truly stand firm in this Advent Season.