Vaccines are a WEAPON to destroy the body and mind – watch at REAL.video (Sunday LINK)

“In order to discourage people from believing in God, and instead have them put all their faith in the godless state (atheism), scientists for more than a decade now have been toying around with a so-called “fundamentalist vaccine,” also known as “FunVax,” that they claim will rid people of their “God gene” and make them good little slaves for the New World Order.

In a video clip shared by Emily Windsor from Truth or Dogma on her REAL.video channel, a man is seen and heard explaining the nature of FunVax. In essence, its purpose is to target the VMAT2 gene for destruction – VMAT2 being the “God gene” that visual mapping shows is expressed in people who are religious, and not expressed in people who are non-religious……….”

READ AND WATCH MORE HERE > https://www.naturalnews.com/2018-09-22-vaccines-weapon-destroy-body-mind.html

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I Found the son of satan ! (LINK)

Reader discretion is advised!!!

He lives in the Philippines and his name is rodrigo duterte

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FROM RT NEWS-No one can escape the wrath of Rodrigo Duterte, one of the toughest-talking world leaders today, be it a US president, UN chief, or even the Pope! The Philippines president has now gone a step further by calling God “stupid.”

This time the 72-year-old leader targeted the concept of original sin in the Bible. During a speech at the opening of the 2018 Information and Communications Technology Summit in Davao City on Friday, Duterte recalled the Bible creation story of Adam and Eve and how they ate the forbidden fruit.

“Adam ate it… then malice was born. Who is this stupid God? That son of a b*tch is stupid if that’s the case,” the outspoken leader said. “You created something perfect and then you think of an event that would tempt and destroy the quality of your work.”

Notorious for his controversial statements, the president continued, saying that babies shouldn’t be responsible for original sin. “That was your mother and father’s deed, you weren’t born yet, but now you have original sin. What kind of religion is that? I can’t accept it.” Duterte, however, said he still believes in the existence of “a universal mind.”- WANT TO READ THE REST CLICK THIS LINK:

‘Stupid God’: Tough-talking Duterte takes on Bible creation story

https://www.rt.com/news/430727-duterte-stupid-god-bible/

WHENEVER I MENTION THOSE “BAD PEOPLE” IN MY POSTS, THIS IS ONE OF THEM. I THINK THIS GUY IS THEIR LEADER. NEVER HEARD SUCH BLASPHEMY FROM A MAN AS THIS. I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YOU HIS FUTURE…………..

YA KNOW, WE HAVE BAD PEOPLE IN THE WORLD AND WHILE I DON’T WANT TO GIVE THEM ANY PRESS, WE NEED TO BE AWARE THAT PEOPLE LIKE DUTERTE EXIST; PRAY FOR THEM; THEIR FUTURE ISN’T LIKE YOURS OR MINE. GONNA BE A HOT ONE…REAL HOT, AND SEPARATED FROM GOD FOR ALL ETERNITY; OF COURSE, I DON’T THINK THIS MAN CARES.

UPDATE: 6-26-18

There is a special place in HELL for beings such as this:

‘Your god is stupid, mine has common sense’: Duterte accused of blasphemy, branded a madman & freak

https://www.rt.com/news/430870-duterte-defends-stupid-god/

Not All Outlaws Are Bad

All outlaws were not necessarily bad men. Many were victims of a corrupt law system (similar to the one here in the U.S.), some were honest rebels against the regal status quo (politicians and their deputies of law), others were simply in the way or social outcasts (non-rich or lovers of God rather than money).

Medieval people were all firm believers in God and prayed to for deliverance and support; this would provide a degree of comfort during periods of pain or lonely isolation.

In addition to the tangible requirements for survival stated in previous posts regarding lessons from Robin Hood, there is the less tangible but most important requirement of sheer willpower if you don’t think you can survive you probably won’t survive.

The psychological effect of living outdoors for a long time on a knife-edge would wear down an outlaw’s ability to think and plan; he would be unable to react rationally to an immediate or sudden threat and any ill-considered action – or sheer panic – would sink him deeper and deeper into trouble. He would become as wild as the environment, cease to be fully human and eventually succumb.

An old survival adage from the North American Fur Trade years 1750-1840 is: Where one man can survive, two men can fare well : certainly numbers would permit support and a delegation of tasks but would also require more food from a selected catchment area(s).

In the medieval forest world there are no doctors, dentists, supermarkets, clothing outlets, friendly policemen, fast-food chains or charity shops.

To survive in the medieval forest to become like Robin Hood, one must take into account that it isn’t just about survival – you must adapt, improvise but above all overcome; take precautions, make preparations and plan ahead.

Only then will it cease to be simple survival and become a way of life but to endure the long term, you really must learn to stop roughing it, settle in, know your stuff, develop a routine, then learn to like it and want to be there. Only then do you become part of it all. And above all, count on God to supply all your needs wherever you find yourself.

“If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.” Psalm 139:8

Credit mostly to :Jonathan C.

Thanks Jonathan!!! God Bless!

BONUS VIDEO (THIS IS AN AWESOME VIDEO)

How To Survive A Knife Attack (Urban Survival)

In Other News:

Google, Facebook and Twitter now routinely violating the First Amendment to silence all non-conforming voices (LINK)

THNAKS TO SURVIVAL LILLY FOR HER VID @ YOUTUBE

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This pen in the link above I own, it’s perfect!

A Story Of Transformation

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I wasn’t going to post this; but I don’t know, somehow, I could relate to the following to some degree,…maybe many degrees- Maybe you will too; thanks Evan.” –Moraldiplomat

 

“There was a time in my life, a long time ago, when I felt very lonely in the world. Do you know what it is like to feel you will never be loved ? To never feel truly understood? To feel that when people see you, they are not seeing the real you – and they don’t even try to see the real you. It is like the real you is invisible to everyone but yourself – and everyone thinks you are somebody you are really not. To be next to a person and feel so far away. That kind of loneliness is even more lonely than being just by yourself. At least by myself, I can just be me. I can feel who I am.

I felt as if my life had no real value to anyone, and thus no value for myself. For me, this was worse than “death”, because death seems a relief from loneliness.

The tears of loneliness are one of the most painful experiences I have ever felt in my life. They are not tears of the body, but those of the soul. I wondered, why live when it seems so much easier to be dead?

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To be born into the world with so many people, and all your life feel alone. The present and the future seemed to stretch out into one long eternity. To tell you the truth, I did think of ending my life. But my heart told me, “That is against the law of both nature and God.” Were I to end my life, I think I would have only been creating more suffering for myself in the next life. But if an angel had come in those dark times and asked me if I wanted to leave this world, I would have gladly gone with her.

And that is how I knew I was in hell. If heaven is the place where you never want to leave, then hell must be the place where you always want to leave but can’t. The place worse than death. And for me, loneliness is such a place, and it is one such a hell. Always wanting to leave, but not knowing how, seeing no way out, and no one to save you. And this hell was inside me, and I carried it everywhere I went, all the time, unable to be free. If only I could be delivered, for I did not know how to deliver myself.

But an angel never came. Nobody came. Nobody came to save me. Nobody came to understand. The only person in the world, it seemed, was me. I was all alone, as it had always been, and seemed it always would be.

And in this darkness, I saw the only way out into the light… love. Love can save you. Love is the only way out of hell. Not someone loving you, because you can never expect anybody to love you. But you loving someone else. If no one loves you, at least you can love someone else. Love, without expecting love in return.

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And God, Who is love; He saved me! He will save you too, if but in your loneliness you call out to Him.

There are others who are suffering in the hell of loneliness – love them so they need not suffer as you have suffered. Live so that others need not experience the hell you have experienced. A gentle eye, a kind word, a helping hand, a patient ear, a ministering heart, a generous smile… these are the free acts of love you can give to ease the suffering of others. These acts of love take away loneliness – both their loneliness and yours. And they add to love – both theirs and yours.

I can’t guarantee anyone will ever love you back in the way you need to be loved. Love is always a choice, made freely by people and by fate. But I can guarantee that the love you choose to give freely, returns to you freely to live inside your heart. As love lives, so you live in love. For in the love you give to others, lies the seed of heaven. The hell of loneliness you once felt gradually fades away into the past. Love has the power to transform hell into heaven.

If you don’t understand any of this, then you are blessed, because you have not experienced the hell of loneliness, and so do not understand its language. Perhaps you live surrounded by love – or perhaps you feel you do not need love. But if you do understand the hell of loneliness, then know you are not alone. I know it may seem no one cares, but I care. That is why I write this for you. To let you know that you are not as alone as you may believe. And you need not envy those who never seem to have been lonely, for you are blessed too.

Yes, you are blessed too, even though you may not see it now. You are blessed because you have the chance to be stronger than others, for true strength is born from the ability to accept life and love and overcome weakness. You have the chance to know how to love, for those who have never been loved have no choice but to love others – or die.

The chance to always carry and feel love inside your heart, for that is the beginning and ending place of all love. To be a true survivor, for only those who have suffered can be said to have survived, and it is only the survivors who can become the true leaders and ministers of faith, hope and love. It is you who are blessed, because you have the chance to gain the power to transform hell into heaven, for only those who have been to hell can transform it into heaven. ”

Credit: Evan L.

Thanks Evan

Remember, even in times of loneliness, God is only a prayer away. He will never leave His own.

Heb 13:5 “Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. ”

Deut 31:6 “Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.

Rom 8:9 “But ye are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you. Now if any man have not the Spirit of Christ, he is none of his.”

ENCOURAGE YOURSELF IN THE LORD!
1 Sam 30:6 “…………………..but David encouraged himself in the LORD his God.

Rom 13:8 “Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.

Our Original Face

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*”I recently lost my brother-in-law, Mike … never really got to spend a lot

of time with him. In short, we never had been close until recently. It’s still 

unknown as to what killed him. Things just looked “funny.” Anyway, what

a way to spend the day after Christmas, seeing your brother and new-found 

friendship dead at a scene reminiscent of a Columbo crime scene. I’m dedicating

this post to Mike. I believe Mike was finding himself, was …getting back on track,

but had a lot of luggage he just did not need. No worries now 😦 …I miss ya Mike-

still can’t believe you’re gone!”

-Marty (Moraldiplomat)

Note: I’m not really sure how the following will mean to you, but I know what it means to me. Thanks for taking time to read.  I hope you can glean something from it. Much love to you all in these uncertain times.

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Our Original Face

Who were you before you were born (Job 31:15)? What was your face before your parents were born? Can you imagine yourself being a thousand years younger? Who will you be after this world, in eternity (1 Jn 3:2)? In a thousand years from now? Who are you now…here. Deep down, really, truly, authentically, basically, simply (Phil 1:6,Col 1:27 with Philem 1:6).

The answer to all these questions is the same, and once you know, you know. You remember…it is just a case of remembering. The way I see it is this: Virtually from the day we’re born we begin to play roles. We start to adapt, to fit in, to conform. Throughout our lives we will play thousands of roles (Daughter, Son, Mother, Father, Friend, Grandparent, Stockbroker, Bus Driver etc.)

The problems come when we become too identified with these roles. We forget that we are the one who is playing the role. The word “personality” comes from the root word “persona”, which means mask. We wear millions of different masks throughout our lives, changing them for every role, every occasion.

The trouble is we do this unconsciously and eventually begin to see ourselves as others see us (1 Sam 16:7). We start to look at ourselves through other people’s eyes (James 4:4), from the outside in. We forget that we are the ones behind the mask, looking out. We allow ourselves to be pushed and pulled away from our true, real, authentic center, our home (2 Cor 5:17).

We will have many, many different experiences, but we are none of them. We are the one who is having the experience, the experience-er. Life is a dream and we are the dream-er. The eye of the hurricane, the real center (Rom 8:9).

If we begin to think of ourselves as the role, the mask, the dream or the experience, sooner or later these ideas will become more solid and they will become imaginary walls around us – separating us from each other and from existence itself. This is hell; this is illusion.

Basically it is essential to, at some point, witness all of this going on. Through focusing our thoughts and heart onto God; the Creator of all life, spending time alone with Him etc., you can gain a glimpse of your Real Self / True Nature / Original Face- what God in Heaven intended us to be.

Once this has happened, it is so much easier to see all the layers of personality, conditioning and falsity we have allowed to be integrated into our being from the poisons of the world.

We can peel it away like peeling an onion or carve it away like Michelangelo releasing the ‘angel’ from the marble. But the trick is that once you can see it and feel how heavy it is, how constricting, what a burden…(1 Peter 5:7) it is pretty easy to drop it, to surrender to the will of God; calling out to Him for help, to just let it go, renewing our minds to what God has done inside our born again spirits (Rom 12:2).

To me this is the most essential thing in life, because by doing this you understand what is Love/Freedom/Peace/God/Reality/(Rom 6:11). You understand that the essence of who you are in the Lord and are no longer in a state of being “lost.” (Rom 8:1)

In that moment, you have come back home (Lk 15:4).

Credit: Anonymous

DEADLY MISTAKE

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At one point in everyone’s life, we experience trials and tribulations that are so horrible, sometimes we consider putting an end to all the pain one way or another. When I was down, I considered putting an end to my pain. I desperately prayed for an answer, and in more ways than one, I received all the answers I could handle. I believe the Lord spoke to me through a dream. This poem is the dream that opened my eyes. Thank you, Lord.”  -Dustan B.

*Thanks Dustan

‘Where am I now?
What have I done?
All I see is nothingness.
I must have dropped the gun.

I feel no pain, but no light of day,
Total darkness, complete disarray.
My heart feels cold, in this black lonely tomb,
Where I’ll fall forever be my eternal soul wound.

Terror inside, is worse than the pain,
He speaks the words of evil, tearing deeply at my brain.
Oh God Help me, I’m sorry for this sin,
Just give me one more chance, My Lord, …Satan will not win.

No answer came back,
It was indeed too late
Below my falling body
I could see a fiery lake.

Scream with no voice, sight without eyes,
Plunging toward the flames below, I hear their screams and cries.
Echoes laughter below, as I submerge in molten rock.
I can’t describe the pain I felt, as my flesh began to rot.

Nothing I can do but scream and cry inside,
Torn and burned beyond description, entrails thrown aside.
When you burn in hell, you will never ever die,
Continue to feel the flame forever, and witness your flesh fry!

I scream and cry out as I sit up drenched in tears,
Ringing wet with sweat, carrying a brand-new set of fears.
That moment I said a prayer, and I never will forget
I will never get that bad, Lord. Won’t do anything I’ll regret.

Life’s not yours to take, so if you do you will die,
Not just in body, but your soul will never fly.
Life is a gift from God.
What you do with it is your gift to Him.’

Luke 12:4-5, “And I say unto you my friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear: Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him.”

1 Cor 3:17 “If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are.”

WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?

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A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”

“This is Heaven, sir,” the man answered.

“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the man asked.

“Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.” The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

“Can my friend,” gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?” the traveler asked.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

“Excuse me!” he called to the reader. “Do you have any water?”

“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there” The man pointed to a place that couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. “Come on in.”

“How about my friend here?” the traveler gestured to the dog.

“There should be a bowl by the pump.”

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

“What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.

“This is Heaven,” was the answer.

“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.”

“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s Hell.”

“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”

“No. I can see how you might think so, but we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who’ll leave their best friends behind.”

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