Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
Yes, all I did in Virginia was keep looking for a way to live My life with the dignity of having nothing to do with My mother and be single, honouring chastity, using My secular abilities. Of course matrimony would have been a form of financial support, burying Me in longer anonymity, even on a soldiers wages. Evidently by your own admission I was desirable to someone. Personally, that is not My vanity speaking. I Am such a fucking disaster falling short of My own personal demands for My care. I know what I can look like so that I Am proud of My own appearance. How could I consider being with a human being in My present state of horror. I hate looking at My own face. When I do look at My face or observe My body I actively petition the LORD that I be able to restore Myself. Of course, at present, I Am not allowed to do much more than a few tweezing gestures dealing with unibrow and other genuinely male resembling markers Trump's drugs scared My body with.
Places that could have made room for Me so that, gasp, you were not faced with the miserable reality of knowing there was indeed a soul enslaved to your wickedness, hated the Lamb. This hate made Me an unendurable presence in commerce, or bed, even before I held the Christ prize. I did not know I carried such a burden, as in, that I hosted the Lamb. I knew nothing of having a circumcised heart. I knew I wasn't liked, and I was somehow unemployable. I fought with Spirit to fill out applications for even menial jobs for My honest survival. Evidently, I wasn't even touchable for rape. I do not know how My being raped would have prevented the destruction of this nation, but evidently a soldiers raping Me would have. I have no idea what soldier or solders were the qualified rapists I was in the path of. Again, evidently that was arranged for by someone's divination. Perhaps that was Torres' and why he became the Secretary of the Navy under Trump. I have not experienced genital contact, and this includes even a rapist/boyfriend, since Houston 2015. I fought hard to move from Corpus and was denied even prostitution and panhandling to earn a living. I had no idea that I was being denied even dishonourable means of survival.
Sir if I could beg anything of you, "Please release Me let Me go." I would continue that famous lyric with, for love of My LORD God you hate. Dump Me anywhere in the Middle East. Dump Me anywhere in Russia. Please have the decency to minister over My two cats or mercifully euthanise them. Do anything you want with the shit in My home. I will keep My laptop and a few tools to bank-roll Me on My new shore. Is the LORD loved other places? Perhaps. But I can be even when He can't be. There is no room for the Lamb in America. Even Putin has use for the Lamb's power, that I hold, that is beyond the limits of what the United States Military can do.
Heaven brings destruction against all the wicked or none. Abraham was allowed to petition for his blood relative. Abraham had no idea that is what he was doing. Then Sodom and Gomorrah received all they had been witch crafting against Heaven. All of you planned in some way a retribution against someone else for even the sins you perfected, and they simply mimicked, or mocked. You are reading the culmination of the rafter splinter parable when flesh seeks to abuse the divine power of Spirit to do even the mundane chores of caring for self. Cursing Spirit over having to eat healthy --as in the doctor orders you to eat your greens or die -- is a no, no. You blessed the damn doctor by paying him. You cursed Spirit with greens you could afford in your mouth. You can blame the divinations of Obama, Winfrey, Sharpton and Woods for the diseases and famine that are yet to be fully realized. You can blame Trump for having no homes in the future. You can blame Biden for sending your sons and daughters into the fire of Eurasia.
Had Janet Henderson refrained from performing the continued witchcraft in concert with Mary McRae to engineer My murder, which is a big no, no -- My being the Christ and all, We at Team God would not have gained so much in Heaven to bring an end to the wicked in North America. As in, Janet was the individual with the authority to verify to Spirit, "Indeed, all us flesh are this wicked. Bring the destruction to us all." or "No, we are not all this wicked because the Lamb we will make room for." Look in the mirror, you are looking at wickedness. Janet held that Abraham like authority to ask the LORD to save America for the sake of letting Me live. She was greedy to murder Me.
Nowhere in scripture are those that defile the Ggods not but to death. North America is Sodom and Gomorrah under Heaven's destruction. Had Janet acted righteously, even though it would have been hard on Me to have a place to survive here, and against the LORD himself for Me to live under such squalid conditions, Heaven would not be bringing the destruction all of you have been engineering since My birth. I did everything I could to stay away from Corpus so Janet would not have had the opportunity to put the nails on this nation's coffin. My returning, meant the nation was forced to face itself, and I was no longer a Jonah avoiding being the dipstick Spirit needed.
I Am going to send this letter in the post today. And then somehow I need to experience some kind of joy over Immanuel's Sabbath Ending Day Eight commencing yesterday. You know from your bible reading, this day lasts at least one-thousand years. Ha ha.
