I see that somehow over 4,000 of you (by the grace of God) have found my Web site and have signed up since January. I started blogging on mymiraclemessage.com after being banned from teaparty.org.ning. I hope my message has been of help and that you will pass it on.
Mine is the oldest story in recorded history, but the powers that be want it to be their story, not mine. I’ve yet to see or hear that authority’s plans have ever worked, in the end, to humanity’s benefit. Their story always works to authority’s benefit—and in the end never ceases to fail. It is a matter of historical record. Pitifully, we prefer to continue living in La La Land, waiting for whatever the intelligentsia’s plan in vogue is to work. It’s funny that the plan, whatever it is, takes from us and gives to authority. The next thing you know, the sheep are led to slaughter.
My personal story began on Good Friday 1975, ironically, the day Christians commemorate as the day Jesus was hung from a cross. We are sinners. Get on your knees and ask forgiveness, and leave something in the collection plate on the way out so that God’s word can continue to be spread.
God’s word, my eye! The feeling of being pushed out started in my teens. I felt different than other people, ashamed of myself. I recall the feeling during Christian sermons that God was up there somewhere frowning on me. I never received encouragement from my parents or friends. Something must have been wrong with me, I guessed evil thoughts. My father seemed to take delight in making me feel bad about myself. “No boy of mine” would do what I did. “God gave Adam everything a man needed, but he disobeyed!” I didn’t appreciate anything society had done for me. My father just wanted to help me grow up to be like him.
Why even try? On Good Friday 1975, at age 49, much to my father’s outrage (after all he did for me), I left my old life and never looked back. I had been politically active. I had received death threats. My business enterprise was on the rocks; that is, the business my father “gave” me (after I told him to get the hell out or I was leaving). My wife was divorcing me. She had me figured right, which she told everyone she knew, including my son. Anyone could see that I was a misfit. No one needed or wanted me. I was going to hell on the fast track. That’s O.K. I was on my own. They could stick what they knew about me up their asses. This included the United States of America, who I’d informed that I’d see in court. That proved I was a loon.
I departed and went to sea on a 37 foot sloop I named Bold Venture.
In April 1976, I was sailing a couple of miles off the Palm Beach, Florida coast when I psychically heard cries for help. I altered my course to the direction of the cries and sailed straight to three young people who had been snorkeling over a reef when caught in a current and carried out to sea. This was my first life saving experience. In spite of the feeling folks who knew me felt, this made me feel pretty good about myself—and even to think it was a message to me. I was nuts. It was just by chance that I happened upon the three.
Going to sea on a small boat is a great challenge, especially in the Bermuda Triangle. The weather is very changeable. The sea can be placid and in a few minutes become life threatening. This happened to me in late August 1976.
I was sailing with three friends from Nassau in the Bahamas for Palm Beach, Florida. We were midway when we entered Tropical Storm Dottie at 2 am. My friend at the helm awakened me and advised me that we were approaching a storm.
I was at the helm when the storm hit, with such force that my rail went under the water. I brought the boat into the wind, and just enough off to keep the mainsail from backing. We were heading northward and at a right angle to our original direction. It was like walking a tight rope. I was steering by the slope of the deck, with the rail just above the water, the main force of the wind spilling out, the mainsail fluttering and the boat shuttering, The tops of the seas were airborne. All I could see was the faint glow of my running lights. I kept my head down.
I felt that God’s hand must have been on my wheel. I was anticipating. It was like a dream. I was calm, my friends terrified and sea sick.
We continued on a northward course, on the north moving Gulf Stream, for 6 hours, and at a right angle to our original course. With daylight, and able to see, what I saw was nothing by sky followed by nothing but water. Around 8 am, as we rolled over a giant sea (I estimate from 25 to 30 feet), I spotted smokestacks in the west. The storm had moved on. I headed for the smokestacks which turned out to be those of Florida Power and Light one mile south of Lake Worth Inlet, our destination. We arrived at my estimated time of arrival, before the storm—impossible but true.
Seas were breaking completely across the inlet. After sailing back and forth a couple times, something told me to go for it. Seas were breaking on both sides. My stern went up. The sea behind never broke. We slid down it into the inlet. Presto chango! From good riddance by those who knew me, my sailing friends called it a miracle.
I’ve been kicked out of four Internet forums. Generally, people don’t take a thing I tell them seriously. I’m a phony trying to sell snake oil. In the Bermuda Triangle, it is said that there are time warps. Instead of disappearing and never seen again, a time warp put me and my friends where we wanted to be, inside the inlet. This made seven lives I saved during my two year sea adventure, including my own. My Lord Jesus helped me through the night, however, not at the time I’ve brought to your attention so far. I was an asshole with weird ideas, and I was trying to get out of paying “my fair share of the tax burden.”
I slowly came to realize that I had a greater purpose in life than those sending me to hell every chance they got. It was all predicted by ancient astrologers, but not to the folks. Early in May 1980, my third wife walked out. I never saw her again, more proof that I was a misfit doomed to end in eternal torment. Nobody in their right mind would believe one word I say.
Yes, two weeks later I was at the Greenwood Inn singles bar. I asked Karen to dance with me. There was something about her that caught my attention. The moment our hands touched I felt her good vibes. We sat and chatted until the bar closed. Karen was like talking with an old friend I’d not seen for a long time—probably before this life.
Karen and I were married on October 22, 1981. She remained the same to me as the night we met, not only the love of my life but the best friend anyone could ever had.
Something is wrong here. How could that be? In Luke 21:25, Jesus tells us there would be signs in the sun, moon and stars of his second coming. Oh that! That was merely metaphor.
Astrologers tell of this time, the dawn of the Age of Aquarius, when we become our brother’s keeper. That’s not true. According to Christians, astrologers are the work of the devil.
What, actually, do they offer? They talk what a supernatural god in heaven tells them. Just accept it without question. Question everything I say. Why doesn’t God tell us all? I was born again in 1975, long after I’d left the Christian church.
From a life in ruins, all of my dreams came true. Let him without sin cast the first stone. If we all knew what I know, we would live together in peace.
They tell you that Jesus was a Christian. I tell you that Jesus was here for all of us. He’s still with us in spirit. I wonder what the poor folks are doing today.