Pulling my hair out
Dearest my readers,
I want to thank you all today for your love and support, just for reading
Caring.
I thought today I would make a confession as to how I feel as a writer online. First and foremost I believe the fact that I can’t get a book published says something is
seriously wrong with the world.
Because-- I did in fact, bust the bible code. There have been too many charlatans who have said so but it was not so and even though
I proved it online, if you read what I write. Nobody cares, believes or ever comes forward to do something with the cures to helping our planet.
I also in fact invented many things from it, because if you broke the bible codex you became in touch with the highest power and authority. God and I have been online for many years, we have wept tears, in a constant battle to learn to commutate with people.
I have had the highest power Angels come online with me to recite poetry, much of which has been online. I have tried this on too many poetry networks. Yet, I find a world who doesn’t love poetry
And no publishing house willing to receive it. So, I don’t try-
I mean why?
How would you feel if you were me, sitting on a mother load of inventions to help save the world, yet you find no avenue for it.
Its as if something has taken over everything and its not good.
There is zero opportunity in the arts and it doesn’t matter how talented you are, you don’t get a break. It doesn’t matter if you invented the coolest, fun-est stuff on earth- people want what is evil and wrong.
And there seems no form of communication -even the Lord your G0D
Can come up with to reach people.
I can’t believe you all don’t see it the only thing I can calculate is you obviously are not staying concentrated enough to read it all!
I would guess my estimate of how many regular readers there are
But it is sadly too few who can stay focused lone enough
4 me to prove it.
In my confession I must add, I struggle many days to do this, I feel as if I am downloading a constant stream of information that is pertinent yet I can find no receptive audience, not in reality.
I could be sitting with the cure the most cancerous soars coming-
Plagues yet none believe me-
I find it said we have real God who does love us, who is trying to communicate, yet he can’t through to warn, help anyone
The pastors, priest, preachers, politicians, scientists are so blind
And filled with the mental contorted twist of being the one
None will listen nor receive
Their Lord King, downloading from the sky
And none want to publish him-
Because they don’t think God is marketable
What is really wrong with this picture.
And you know if I thought for a moment I was wrong, I would not do this, nor would come forward with such a boast if I were no absolutely certain.
And I did nearly kill myself doing it to find a world
Who hated me, was jealous of me, all because what I wrote and said
Was something,
And none can swallow their ego
To do anything-
If someone doesn’t recognize all that I do
There will be no survivors and I struggle to carry this burden
Yet, I must realize God would not give it to me if he didn’t know I were, am strong enough to carry it.
But everyday it is hard,
Some days harder-
I didn’t ask for this job
I was chosen.
05-23-08 12:34 pm
Oh my Jesus save us from the fires of hell
Lead some sum souls please with the power
To save us all.
Its raining now
To
Try to download a thunder
Ion
Positron
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Of hope
We must freely choose the right choice and it is God
The alpha and the omega
Or eid
we can save our earth it's there are too many few
listening paying attention
or trying!
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