Still and Windless (The Time: Commentary)

A world, nation, subject to chance, you can be sure not one thing would be calculable; natural laws world be undependable. A lawless world. This is what I see today in America. Astoundingly, America—a good portion of it—is living in a mirage, and to be frank, it has been a brief journey to this stage.  All traditional values, and morals has shifted about, re-composed itself beyond recognition. In lieu of a stronger and healthier, and wiser America, chaos has mysteriously appeared, in the past fifteen or so years. Nothing is what it ought to be, we live in a labyrinth of mirages. America is still and windless.  She has yet to see the Days of Darkness, as Amos in Chapter 5, so prophesied for her, in the Old Testament. Or the Days of Awe, as Isaiah has prophesied for her in the Old Testament. And we can include Daniel, Chapters 8 & 9, that fit America today; in chapter two we see Daniel writing and seeing in visions, “He changes times and seasons…deposes kings, and raises up others.” All three write what they see, and let whomever cares, heed.  No demands, just warnings. God is pretty democratic in that way, he’ll let you hang yourself if you have a closed heart, and mind. Matter of fact, he’ll help it along, and take away your understanding, why, because you most likely received the wisdom, and laughed, or mocked it.  We all forget God is in charge, and he says in a figurative way: you do not have the right to do as you please with what is his? Are you envious because he is generous to others? So the last will be first and the first last (Matthew 20). So one and all has to figure out what is his, and what is not!

#1159/9-21-2016 (11:50 p.m.)  Dls

The Devil’s back Pocket

The world watched us across the serene and topless ramparts of the seven seas, for decades; we were the deaf, cigarette smoking, thumb and finger licking generations. Our women were stepping into the unbelievable rapidity of the decades, the changing ways of, the: ‘50s and ‘60s, which might have belonged to anybody for the taking. When the ‘60s came around, it was a decorous turn; although for some folks, harsh and sharp. From Elvis to the Beatles; from the Beat Generation, to Aquarius; from the slanting shades of the moon to complete blindness of the sun: the Beatnik, to the Hippie. The conservative girl, to the daisy loving couples of San Francisco (where I lived for a year in 1968-69), and New York City, and across the globe (lost are the days that female teens learn modesty, virginity, and industry, a crown to their future husbands) (and now are the days, the clergy put away the old stint, ‘For the Greater glory of God’) From the Korean War, right onto Vietnam. The devil owned the earth, and he became rich, because he had two peers trying to outdo the other: hence, he only had to wait and see, not even see, he knew when he stirred the pot of crickets, how it would turn out; let me explain: the ‘40s, don’t count, the devil had that in his back pocket, ever since WWI; that is to say, they were either preparing to go to war, or actually going to war, or one was ending and the other gearing up. You see, the devil took WWI, testing the water for WWII.  And then came the Korean War, and then the Vietnam War, which was a simple task (we learned from Japan and China, and the Philippines, we could fight in Asian Waters): war creates jobs, millionaires, billionaires, and the farther away from home the better: in devilish dialectal, it is called: prosperity (or the new invention of evil, to create more and better evil), the very thing Christians and Muslims, and Hindus and all the other religions of the world, sway towards, sooner or later.  These last two wars, were a steppingstone of more evil to be: one war for oil, also called black gold, and prosperity, the other out of revenge, which also was used to push industry into high gear, calling it ‘Reconstruction’, and making more millionaires: Iraq, and Afghanistan: all steppingstones to WWIII, and then onto Syria, —otherwise were getting close to Armageddon.  You see, the Devil (the brown lean lizard) thinks like King Nimrod who was building the Tower of Babel: a brick, one brick, is worth more than a human life, and one baby step at a time, you get the whole tower built, and no one notices: “Therefore,” says the Devil, “give them bricks of gold, shinning or black, it don’t matter, and that’ll turn men into beasts, and I`ll have their souls, and take one liberty in the name of safety at a time, and then you got them hogtied.”

       Today is the devil’s harvest, it has come to that: to men marrying men, and women marrying women. And remember how we all were against   abortion rights in the ‘50s (and for 500-years before that), in then the ‘70s came, the so called in-between decade. Because none of us thought it would come up so soon. And then Evolution, took over Creationism, in schools, and no one saluted the flag, no one stands for the national anthem, one thing leads to another: those who care now can only stand with our heads bent a little (and we let everyone in our country only to mock our flag).  And the Devil crackles, tittle-tattle with his ears, dancing like geese do. And Obama hiding behind Christendom so skillfully, that when he became president, he did everything, every true Christion would never do, we all were quizzical—what happened?  Like a letter in the post office, once lost then found, the envelope might look like any other but when we opened it …we found out the holy can be fooled, by the sinful quickly, quicker because they are holy. No, the engagement was over, Satan had his full, that being, no more waiting, and down came the towers in New York City, now called 9/11. We had all thought America was the Titanic,   but when it happened we were like an anonymous child lost in the post office. God stopped playing watchdog for America. It was not good, but perhaps as the old saying goes: no pain, no gain, or why rake dead leaves.

Now we got terrorism, like Israel got Hamas in its back yard.

       A country without God’s grace is a dead country, like those dead leaves. We are on trial, American’s punishment for having been too lenient with her morals? And I doubt the punishment is over if indeed it was a punishment: Satan’s harvest is yet to be, he has just really begun! And still we defy.  Have we not learned the lessons of: Babylon and Greece, whom became paupers, as did Rome, and most all the great powers of the world, who were great powers of the world at one time or another, they all became paupers: who never learned modesty or seemliness, forgetting Godliness; America has lost her destination, her destiny, somewhere along the way, and: “Tick, tick,” goes the clock.

No: 1023 (1-8-2014)     Reedited: 9-2016      

Edge of the Cliff (The Day of Awe)

  

There   will be two parts to this, “Edge of the Cliff,” and “The Time of Wrath“ both will be intermixed.  

       First, in 1984 I had some fifty-three visions which showed to me there was soon to be The Day of Awe, as described in the Bible that was thirty-two years ago.  I saw many things, the American coastal areas, that I assumed was Florida, as if it was under war time conditions; 1985, the San Francisco Earth Quake. Terrible cataclysm worldwide, to include Paris, New York City, Washington D.C., and these on ongoing catastrophes I recorded in a poetic epic called: “The Last Trumpet…” that has now become a quite sought after book, which has been out of print for a decade, and a classic if not a collectable, or both. The manuscript was written in 1984, given to some preachers, lost thirteen years, then found in 2001, and published as a book in 2002. All the visions in the book have come to pass.

       I wish now to convey its composed substance, the essence of the book. The things the world has always been plainly visible to, in fact are now due, and are starting to manifest. This is not artificial light, these are some visions that have already come to pass, and what exactly is a vision?  A warning that presently brings the vision into infra-violet range, and within the scope of man’s visual cognition, these visions have been a part of my life for a long time now, before my mother passed on in 2003, she per near begged me to get the book published, she knew its contents. If you can’t understand what I’m saying here ask yourself why, there is an answer for that. You may be perhaps one of the many God said he’d send strong delusions so that such people will believe what is false in order that all maybe condemned who did not believe the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness. Biblically we see in the Book of Daniel, and in Paul’s second letter to the Thessalonians, this very message; 9/11 was a warning.

       America is being overpowered with an aesthetic, as if it is in a period of unconsciousness which has now lasted for three decades, as if the devil himself has injected into our bodies a drug that affects one’s vision to see, understand, rationalize, rendering America ripe for war within its own boarders, and for those surrounding her boarders. But is it the devil? God has indicated for those who will not hear or listen, he will bind into spiritual deception, it is hard to see through such a bondage, this bondage starts as indicate in the Book of Daniel, backtracking, the year 2023, by seven, which makes it 2016, the onset of the seven years of misfortune. Why?  Thus is coming the Tribulation, a grace period for man to come to God, and a deadly and dark period. What is the Biblical Tribulation in terms of end time biblical events? It comes after the days of the Trumpets and Atonement in Israel, also called the Days of Awe and Repentance.  We can also see this in the Book of Isaiah. Mankind need now wake up, as in the Book of Amos indicates.

       I haven’t wrote much on this subject for the past  twenty-five years, and now I’m too old to worry about if people think me crazy, or a zealot,  or if I hurt their feelings, I see what I see, read what I read, and experience what I experience, and they all fit together with prophecy. It is like this, if you reset the strength of gravity in the universe you change the balance for life, thus the force of gravity by moving it, destroys it, it must remain exact. It is like prophecy, if it is not what it should be, it is not prophecy. I believe soon the phantasmal world will descend and will be taking half-visible steps, as is happing right now in America, and for America it must get back its few instants; God is waiting for an immediate reply.

       These flashes of visions I have had, you may call very strange phenomena’s of refractions of the mind, let me point out plainly, Jesus Christ told Mary Magdalen, point blank: God uses the mind to produce visions; and visions are what is forthcoming. The Old Testament was trying to tell the Jews, their Messiah was coming, but they were blind to Him when he came. In a like manner, Daniel is telling mankind, when this sealed scroll is opened in future time, when it is unsealed, will be when the signs of the times have come into pass.

       Israel’s rebirth is one sign, 1948. Israel’s six day war, is sign two. Israel’s giving to Egypt the Sinai, 1978, is another sign. Nostradamus, Daniel and Mother Shipton, all have pointed to this time period. And in my visions, 2016, appears to be the onset of something.

       I believe the world is going to see Hell’s inferno, and America if it does not bend its knees like Nineveh did, which was at one time the largest city in the world, in the days of Jonah, it will fall off the edge of the cliff. For myself this will be a period of some mixture of enlightenment and wonder. This is not left or right political jargon, in my lifetime I’ve been both a Democrat and Republican, depending: actually, I’ve been a conservative Democrat except for this era, today there is no such creature, so what I write is not political centered, rather theological, or biblical centered.

       I’m kind of like Jonah, in that I really don’t care if the bad seeds of the world don’t bend their knees, I’d like to see God break them. But God is more gracious than I.

       During this period of daily and nightly visions, about nine months of 1984 going into 1985 if I recall correct: I saw Washington D.C., under attack, and New York City, I was given a symbolism for its destruction, and ruin, also to include Paris, and its legendary tower, which I realize a few attacks have been altered concerning that, and on and on, and I believe Paris will see more. And to date strangely enough I have a mesmeric compulsion to bring to light this once again, which is all in the book “The Last Trumpet…”

       In The Book Daniel it talks about the Ram and the Goat, the Ram being Persia who conquers Media, or Turkey, and Alexander the Great, Greek, who conquers Persia, and the Israel War of 1967. All prophecies that have come to pass. So you see when 9/11 came, I was not surprised. Nor am I surprised with the companion blunt attacks now taking place worldwide, in Europe and America. I saw bin Laden in a vision, I knew he wasn’t in a cave, I wrote about it 20-years before he was captured. But who would listen. I don’t have a glass crystal, just a portal when God decides to open it and show me a few things.  I’m not a saint nor claim ever to have been, but God uses those of humble origin, those usable, available.

       America is now on a rock-strewn slope, ready to cave in.  What it once stood for, it no longer does. People are living moment by moment. Overlooking all the, and their deadly sins, and we all know what they are I don’t need to spell them out. My last vision, and I’ve had them off and on, never like the fifty-plus in 1984, but occasionally, I saw Christ, in the distance, I even drew a picture of him, he was looking west towards the Pacific Ocean, I wonder why?

#1155/Written 17 & 18 of September 2016.

By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c. 

The Poor Little Kiddy cat ((R-Rated; not for Cat Lovers) (a Minnesota Story)) 1959

I have not done a story on cats for a long time, did one several years ago, and there was nothing loving about it, and to be frank, there is nothing here loving about it, so to be upfront, don’t read this if you’re a lover of cats, because I’m not. So if you are asking: “Why is he telling a story on cats?” Because there are other people in the world that do not love cats—like me! This story is for them. It is kind of like Democrats and Republicans, we don’t always get along but we got to live by each other. But before I tell this story, I need to bring you up to date.  When I married my wife Rosa, she had fifteen cats.  I never saw them, because she moved from Lima, Peru to St. Paul, Minnesota for six years with me right after our marriage, and they all fled to new owners—thank God—shortly after.  And when I moved to Lima, in 2006, they were all gone, another thank God, they didn’t return. Plus in our condo in the mountains, we have no cats, a third thank God. Now, when I met my wife she had breathing problems, asthma, is my best guess, she doesn’t anymore, not sucking in all that flying loose cat hair. I do believe those poor little kiddy cats, we all adore, turn out to be in adulthood, imp devil cats, they can’t help it. Okay, now for the story.  

       I don’t know what kind of cat this was that is the protagonist of this story, perhaps a Forest Wildcat, or a crossbreed of a polecat and wildcat, and North American cat. It looked a little like what is called a Caucasian Wildcat, it was no pussy cat I’ll tell you that. Now we must go back some years, let say to 1959, I was twelve years old, and a Boy Scout, and my Scout Master took us to St. Croix, Camping Grounds, for the weekend, we built two tents, several of us to a tent.  I had fallen to sleep about 9:00 p.m., and it must had been sunrise when I opened my eyes, not because I wanted to wake up but something obscure or something reproachful I felt was happening: but what?

       As I said I opened my eyes, I was mummified, a creature from Star Trek was composed, sitting on my chest, looking at me. My brain was swamped on what to do, and what it was, whence it come from, for what purpose had it, landed on me, it was a monster, an alien cat, a non-terrestrial something.   It was huge, with a vertebrate body, formed like an elongated monster over my face, I was breathing in its mammalian carbon dioxide. He was so close to my face, he had a shapeless head with the curving needle tipped nose, like a mammoth insect. Not sure if it was a she or he (I think a she, they’re more diabolic, just kidding, but who’s to say?) but whatever gender, it scared the britches right off me.  Why me? I asked myself later. But for the moment, here was this vampire monster, I grabbed it under its front forepaws, or forelimbs, its powerful ape like claws, or clawed feet dug into my chest, and tossed it halfway across the tent, airborne like a bat. It landed as if it was only on its second of nine lives, and gave me the evil eye. 

        Anyhow I shuddered with repulsion. To this day, cats avoid me, I them, they are a paradox to say the least and unconsciously perhaps I’ll like to make them all into stiff jelly.

Note: Written 9-17-2016/#1154

Goat Stew In Ranquitte, Haiti (1986)

Haiti is surely a mysterious land, presently with nearly ten-million inhabitants.  I visited Haiti on a fourteen-day journey, to Port du Prince (population, 450,000), Cap-Haitian (100,000 inhabitants), and Ranquitte a mountainous region, of a little over 18,000-residents, where I spent most of my time help building a medical clinic. I also took time out to visit the populace within the wooded areas, —doing some Evangelism, and a visit to the Great Citadel, built to defy Napoleon’s navy, back around 1806.

       During my visit I made it to the ‘Iron Market,’ built by Mr Eiffel, himself, who built the ‘Eiffel Tower,’ in Paris; the Iron Market being similar to the Turkish Bazaar, or Moroccan Kasbah.   

       Although Haiti may be considered the poorest country in the Western Hampshire, the people are very warm-hearted.  They live a simple life, and so this story is simple, it is simply about goat stew!

. . .

I stood still in the hot forenoon, my face turned away from the sun. A woman was cooking goat stew in my long shadow, it was for all of us nineteen-workers whom came from Minnesota to build a medical clinic for the township of Ranquitte, high up in the hill country of Haiti. The Baptist Minister’s house, where I stayed at night, I slept on a rubber mattress on the floor, was silent, he had gone to buy materials at Cap-Haitian. I’m standing under the edge of the extended roof, bought a cold coke from the Mayor of the township, he and an old Congress man, that was booted out of Congress by Papa Doc, the dictator, of Haiti, he too sold cokes, own a large house in the village, he was afraid to leave lest one of Papa Doc’s Voodoo priests see him, and make him into goat stew.

       My friends and I are just finishing the basic frame of the medical clinic, pouring cement into a framed square for the floor. I’m a bit overheated, resting; it is the summer of 1986, and a hot summer at that, I feel like a strange sea creature wanting to draw back into its shell. But the spirit inside of me is moving, it says that Goat Stew looks good, and you got to finish the lower structure of the clinic! I’m thinking about a shower too, and that means I got to go down to the river, carry back five gallons of water and put it in the upper tank, pull on a rope, and let it sprinkle on me.

       Most of us who came, the nineteen of us that is, we brought our own can goods, soap, and whatever is needed. So this will is quite different for most of us, although I’ve lived the life of a soldier, they haven’t. Everyone but myself and our guide, an American, has gotten sick, too long in the heat, and eating off the Haitian economy, bad food.

       But now it’s time to eat, and to tell you the truth, that goat stew is like eating a T-bone Steak, especially after eating out of can goods for ten-days.

#3379 (7-18-2012) Reedited 9-2016

Note: Recalled from notes and photographs from 1986,

The Insufferable Camel Walk (1998)

    

The sun was low, per near on top of us, a grueling inferno, the air stagnant, in the city of Cairo, in Egypt, it was my third day, no wind, other than a puff now and then. Solomon, whom was the head bellboy, about my age, 51-years old, he and his brother, Herc, whom I nicknamed after Hercules, he was so strong, I hired to take me to the Camel Market, outside of Cairo, some forty miles. It was his day off, so it worked out well.  His old Chevy, whirled down this long dusty dirt road picking up light dust and sand along the way, the tires wheeling and tossing it in our faces from our open windows. It was 107 F. In the distance was the pyramids and sphinx at Giza. Two days ago I had been in the pyramid of Khafra. The Great pyramid was closed for repairs. I had entered down into an empty rock-cut chamber.  Khafra is built on higher ground, looks taller than the Great Pyramid, but it is just appearance. From Solomon’s house you get a great view of dynasty pyramid temples.

        But what I was about to say is here we are driving down this long road about forty miles outside of Cairo, it is 107 F., open windows,  the ground seemingly giving back all the heat it absorbed from the sun, even the tires on the car are hot has hell.  The front windshield, gives a glare from the rays of the sun, the window glass radiates a kind of shimmering blinding waves of diversions, bendings or refractions. On both sides of the road, as we rode down this dusty and dirt way  there were many camel drivers, bringing their camels to the market, some paused in the sweltering heat to get a rest, drink water, see the car, our car, coming down the road, soon to pass them. Many of the camel owners have driven their camels to exhaustion, many dying dead on both sides of the road, about half a dozen lying dead!

       The dead, and the soon to be dead, their spines looked rocky. Their humps leaning over like old women’s breasts. I stared out of the back window in a groggy wonderment at this insufferable puzzle; saying to my mind’s eye, ‘Why bring camels to the camel market to sell, only to watch them die on the way?’

      

At the market it was surrounded by a white adobe (or mud brick) eighteen inch wall. Per near perfectly square, and perhaps a third a mile wide, and on both sides, men, within this walled bizarre market of sorts, were selling, and trading. The ground was lined with numerous pits, and the sun hotter than a machinegun’s barrel, shooting at full blast. To peer through the flickering heat-wave, my face sore and sunburnt, I was still mindful of those dead half dozen camels on the road leading up to the market. Yet I remained unspoken of it, knowing Solomon and his brother, took it as normal.  Knowing one sees strange things in different cultures that are simply a way of life for its people, no rhyme or reason for it.

       I felt a bit depressed, I mean this was not the work of nature, but of indolence, on behalf of the owner, and if not, what then? Greed?  He just lost a selling item because he didn’t want to rest the animal, or feed or water him.  Whatever the reason it would remain an unexplained mystery.

       I, along with Solomon and his brother, walked about the market, looking into stalls, and stopping to nod our heads now and then at folks selling, it all was a growing sense of strangeness and mystery to me, and it seemed everyone was blinded to a kinder care of the animal.  Solomon explained they tie up one leg of the camel so he can’t run away. And there he stands, or falls to the ground, on three legs, when he gets too tired of standing. A beast of burden. I even told my second self, perchance, everyone’s brain here is affected by the sun; but that was of course a cruel observation, criticism, until you walk a distance in their shoes, who’s to say!   And to be frank, myself being a poet, I’ve come to the conclusion, trying to reason something’s out, only inflicts wounds.

Note:  My most recent story “The Insufferable Camel Walk,” (#1153) written September 16, 2016, at 1:00 a.m., dedicated to Domenico, who was born September, 16, 2016, at 8:30 a.m. 7.5 hours later, to my Godchild,    Ximena Herrera.

     

The Coming War with Russia ((WWIII) (A Worldwide Jaunt))

Revised Version 9-11-2016

((Part one and two, written April, of 2004, put on the public internet, July 7, 2005, revised in part   on 8-15-2008, and reedited and rewritten again in,  2-2009; updated a fourth  time 9-2016; and part #4 added)( Viewed on over a dozen sites, on one site alone 11,156 times)) 

By Dennis Siluk Dr.h.c.  

Part One

In my book, "The Last Trumpet..." I write about prophecy, and World War III, in the makings, which I published in a book in 2002 A.D., that came from my manuscript written in 1984,   from over fifty visions I was having at the time. Thus, I have not wrote much on it since, which I fear, I should have. Many things have been taken place since in the building up toward WWIII, which in the book I somewhat indicate 2016, is the beginnings of the Worldwide Jaunt.

World War III has been gearing up since the Korean War; when the world divided itself between the United States and Europe, alongside China and Russia. With South Korea and Japan going with America, and North Korea a buffer for China, going along with Russia and China. The Middle East was open, although during WWII, it was with Hitler, until they were losing, then they became turncoats, and ran to America. This is history, no need to belabor it.

We saw in 2008, a somewhat friendly Russia (since then the invasion of Georgia, and the Ukraine has changed that status somewhat) as indicated in the Book of Ezekiel. On another note, prophecy foretold Israel shall return to their own land and now we see this has come to pass too, the last Tribe being Dan from Ethiopia, returning to Israel in 1985, and Russia has allowed the Jews to return, back in the early 1980s likewise, hence, this was not so for 2500-years that Israel was disconnected; this is a prophecy for our generation to absorb. In the most recent decade Iran has become directly involved with the invasion of several countries in the Middle East as will Russia, as they plan to invade Israel in the near future. That is one of the reasons we should have stayed in Iraq, believe it or not, we were a buffer zone for Israel, and this is why in 2009, Israel wanted to destroy the nuclear capability in Iran before Russia and Iran become partners, now we know, this is taking place, and within this time frame Russia has taken a few bites out of Europe, and planted themselves firmly in Syria. 

Looking back, Israel destroyed Iran’s nuclear capability in the 1980s, as they were trying to create what North Korea has already created, the Hydrogen Bomb, a feat they’ve been working on for thirty-years, and now Obama has made this possible by releasing billions of dollars for their quest, and to carry on neighborhood warfare, creating chaos in the region. Again we see President Obama, holding back and to my knowledge, threatening Israel, should they bomb Iran’s nuclear facilities, it would provoke a military air strike on our behalf, in stopping them.

Now look into Chapter 38, verses 1 and 2, Ezekiel, it mentions Gog, the land of Magog. If you ask a Russian what is the top of the Caucasus Mountains called, he'd say, "The Gogh."

Magog, with his tribe, left Asia Minor and went to the southern part of the land we now call Russia. Thus, Russia is going to play a major part in the war to come in the Middle East. As we can in this month and year of September, of 2016, already see this in Syria, and nearly a new war between Turkey fostering between Europe and Russia, which would bring into play the U.S. A.  This fire has been somewhat put out, but it is a danger zone.

These are the times, Israel’s last Holocaust you could say, is forthcoming (that is to say: a war, and then the Holocaust). Let me explain: the people to come against Israel will look like a cloud, this is biblical. This war will bring two hundred-million military soldiers against Israel. China can boast that alone, with their reserves, so it has been documented; that is two thirds of the population of the United States. Those who have mocked the Bible, look closer skeptics, look at 2 Peter 3:10, there you will find a clear definition of an atomic war as is contained in any library:  “...the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up."

In short, Russia will most likely hit Israel, or threaten to (once there is an agreement with Iran and Russia, and as we all can see that is forthcoming at this very moment). This is all pointing to the Battle of Armageddon of course, to which America is too far left to realize (in a comfort zone), but not Israel nor Europe.

  Gog and Magog

Part Two

I talked on Gog and the land of Magog, which in essence is Russia. Russia, the words have roots, stems from a Finnish word, meaning rowers of a vessel, and ‘Rosh,’ is a Hebrew word meaning ‘boss.’ (Ezekiel Chapter 27).

What comes next in Zech. 14, we see a man trying to lead an army, seize Israel, and this starts a world war. Also, from the Book of Joel:  "...wake up the mighty men, let all men of war draw near: let them come up..." Joel Chapter three, in the Old Testament is talking about future times.

The regional superpower here is Gog and Magog, (from the Book of Revelation, Chapter 20); the invasion of Palestine by the nations will turn out to be in the long run, the last great battle.

God says to Gog and I shall paraphrase it: are you not the one I foretold would come against my people of Israel? Ezek. 38. All Russian leaders should take note, if not heed of this.

The Middle East Confederation

Part Three

 Israel Facing the Impossible

I do believe Egypt and Libya will join a Middle East Confederation, or conspiracy against Israel (Jer. 46), called in the ancient times, the Bulls of Bashan (nations surrounding Israel). Kaddafi, now being part of history, and the ISIS, now taking over much of Libya, may very well play a part in this scenario.  If not them, whomever.

Turkey will be added into this group, although we are really talking now about three groups in the end: Russia and Iran, the Middle East Confederation, China and perhaps North Korea, and even Europe, which now is called EU or, The European Union.  One must remember, in the early 1970s and even up to the middle of the ‘80s, Globalism and a European Union was not heard of, publicly. And if heard of, only in a whimpering whisper. All biblical prophecy. And a prophecy is something foretold, that happens, if it doesn’t, the prophet is false, thus far, nothing I’ve foretold out of the bible has been false, and it is in our plain sight. 

The Confederation, the Russians, and the European Union, Ezekiel refers to Turkey as Gomer, it is not Germany, it is in Asia Minor he points, but many have thought it to be Germany.

The point here is, as Russia and Iran are thinking about invasion, so are these other folks, or groups, the other two groups that is, if Russia fails, and Russia will fail, but at what cost? And a cost to what other parties perhaps is the bigger question (America?) On the other hand, America is strong because whoever helps Israel, that country is blessed by God. But can we say in this year of 2016, we are still blessed? And did not God turn his eyes away from what took place on: 9/11, I mean it could have been avoided, perhaps God said, “Sin, causes sin!” That too is biblical.

The question comes up: will the other groups fail?

Back to Russia, we see the old prophet has named the nations around Israel (these are part of the beast): writing of and for future generations, of their dilemma to be, a hard task to do, unless you got God’s notebook.

The other missing link here is America, the United States, where are they going to be in all of this mess?  Time will tell, but our agreements are quite clear, to protect Israel, yet will we? The United Nations has turned their backs on Israel, our White House leaders as of this writings have done the same; we have seen executive orders can alter an agreement within the stroke of a pen; agreements that were in place for decades.

Now who is Magog? It is the beast (Satan's Armies), as Gog is the individual (The antichrist that is possessed by Satan). In other words, The Beast is the mass group complex. America must be weakened, or tied up—which is at present, taking place within her boundaries and outside (that is to say: our military forces are being depleted, weakened, and our law and enforcement forces within our states are being paralyzed); surely the world has noticed this, and perhaps after Russia invades Israel, we’ll decide not to help, America will be too weak to get involved beyond verbalizing its anger, or perchance too week to even oppose Russia and Iran, and its allies, verbally.

We are at present, the only global power in the world, this has drained us, not that it can’t be maintained, but it can’t be preserved without assistance by whom we are protecting, for some reason our alias think we can do it alone while they bath under a sun umbrella.  By and large, it will all come out in the end as prophesied, lest we bend our knees, and I don’t see America, Russia, the Islamic Countries (confederation), or Europe doing that; everyone wants to do it their own way, without God. And this bending of our knees goes into a lot of reflection on  what liberals we feel are our rights (Lucifer says: no limits, no discipline needed, do as you please; and Plato says, if there are no laws, why not take you neighbor’s wife, who’s to stop you? … Right out of Lucifer’s Bible.)

And America has Lucifer’s attitude right now.

 God’s Limits

Part Four

In Brief, or last words: last night (September 11, 2016) I had a most ardent desire to redo this commentary on Russia as if God himself would not allow me to sleep until I planted it firmly in my mind! I couldn’t sleep, and had to write down at 3:00 a.m., “Revise and update commentary on Russia”, not realizing the date, and so I have with this ending, along with updating the contents above this ‘brief’:  prophecy must be placed in the correct time period ((future tense) (past to present and/or future)) that’s the way it works, although it has a few more mechanics.  Destruction deceives no one, although peace and security does, but first must come chaos, as we see in today in Egypt, Syria, America, Africa, Europe, Israel’s Hamas, China moving in on the South China Sea, Russia and Iran and Syria, and so on, more so today than a year ago. Now we must look at how God has dealt with man in the past, to see how he is going to deal with man today and in the near future, it only makes sense: first, Adam’s expulsion should explain this fully, but even more so Seth and the Great Flood of Noah’s day, and the confusion of tongues, and the bondage of Egypt. Moses’ dispersion. The Holy Spirit (Acts 2). Christ’s Revelation 20, confirming Gog and Magog.  And last but not least we should not forget, God cast out 200-million angels from heaven for treason.

Jesus said, “As it was in the days of Noah,” inferring man’s dividing line of time is as it was in the days of Noah, should man again become so arrogant, and Sodom and Gomorra like: this is man-made, the point of no return, a point at which one needs to take caution before reaching that point, before breaking God’s limits, and God has limits.