"Something to Pentagon surveillance." The LORD asks Me periodically to, "Say something to Pentagon surveillance" as I Am puttering about My home. (The audio is always hot.) For humour I place a comma after "say" and literally orate, "Something to Pentagon surveillance." Putting, something to Pentagon surveillance, in quotes. For the most part I Am a quiet personality who enjoys, non-fiction -- history, dark chocolate, fine Champagne or Bourbon (note: not with but or) walking the golf course carrying My bag, sex -- but am indeed presently celibate, buffalo prime rib, pheasant, most opera, ballet, and musical theatre, silk, angora, cashmere, amber, pearls, opals, and being thin. Consumer goods need to last seasons of use, and when I invest My time in cleaning them -- this includes carpets -- they look and function factory fresh. I like flagstone floors, soap stone ovens, bent timbers, wool carpets, and My enamelled cast-iron cookware. My go-to music genre is Country.

I gladly let others carry the conversation. I share from what I have learned, be it about, textiles, food, engineering, economics, warfare, the Bible, to be a part of speaking with people. After, sometimes months after, I learn what perversions a person was attempting to weave against Heaven when they were speaking to Me. There is a limit there. Generally I only come close to understanding someone was after forcing God to do evil on their behalf against another. What it really was, God knows. I do not have enough experience with people or the world for God to convey to Me the evil the individual was really after, and, worse, how specifically they demanded it be applied. So it is wonderful that God does not kill Me for how kind I Am in My opinions about others that make bestial demands of Him against Him. Beasts in the field God created to fulfil bestial demands of flesh.

I worry about becoming jaded. So I pray earnestly to prevent that from happening. I enjoy being a person who faces people under the, you will be perfect assumption, so right now is just a temporary, "Whatever." I have just attempted to describe I always assume people want perfection, want life, and simply need a polite interaction because their life, like Mine, is shit too. They hate that they buy too much at Walmart and can't stop. They hate that their neighbour is selling narcotics and they can't stop them. They hate that a few people are subjecting them to a life of squaller and mind numbing diversions because education is so damned expensive. They hate that they have no time for productive hobbies because they are so tired at the end of a day or week. They hate the global influence polluting the morals of even the Ten Commandments which openly they agree, it is a sin to commit adultery, it is a sin to steal, it is a sin to murder, it is a sin to bear false witness. I assume what they mean when they say something is a sin is, "Please God take sin from me so I am perfect, and I do not sin any longer." What is more, when they hate something, when another comes along empowering them or opening the way for them to change the thing they hate into the good they claim, they will do it without hesitation. Instead you use those prayer of heart opportunities to murder, steal, and fuck. And Spirit backed you. I Always preserved others, even when it was against Me to preserve others. Now you have been taught a little more about why you are going to Hell, and why I Am immortal. (Search "cookie jar" to read more explanation of My being the big bad Sheriff who caught you all in the act of murdering God.)

Spirit's genetics has forgiveness. Jesus died for that and the LORD and the Lamb were restored and born from that death. You dirty fuckers are going to Hell. You want better? When this nation has soldiers restoring law and order through warfare dealing with the Trumpites verses the Obamites, then even an eighty year old can die in combat for God and Country after signing on the dotted line and he is resurrected. This comes under the heading, "I'm thirsty anyway so bring on the rain."

I was blindsided by what the LORD and the Lamb were forced to uphold while Satan was God of the world. That the obvious Holiness of brotherhood and a strong work ethic, as in, you show up and don't have bottle flu to begin with, were the tools to build ritual worship and paganism for the Spiritual gifts Freemasons enjoyed that by themselves are the fruits of being brothers to one another in the LORD's love, without forming sex-cult pacts or taking from what other flesh throughout history had dedicated, with human sacrifice to the gods, were used alongside ritual objects for blessing is horrifying. You double dipped assholes, and, now, the gods of Japan, Australia, Ireland, England, and Baltic states are coming to close you fuckers down -- personally. Grand masters, where I live is a matter of record, You still can't gain an audience with Me nor take the kill shot. Fuck you Markle. You, Markle, are a blight against even the veteran community of Corpus. Right, the veteran community of Corpus is the outhouse class community to begin with. So, your blight is a blight of blights.

The academic skills that I own, the knowledge I have toiled to enjoy, I talk about and draw from to draw people to talk about themselves. Mostly, I find a way to be interested in what they are interested in. Even if it is only a flashy pair of designer Bermudas, or top shelf court shoes -- the kind that can jump, I acknowledge their humanity when it purifies Heaven to do so. Those gangster topics are of course a function of being in Corpus Christi. Other places people talk to Me about the Audi 8 they want custom painted Bentley burgundy. Then I Am shown the photos while learning what dealer they ordered their dream car from. Why people share with Me? Ask God. I appreciate that a human is speaking with Me and not tormenting Me, physically. You see, mumsy, the Jehovah's Witnesses, and grade school peers set the bar really fucking low on My expectations of people when they are with Me. Now and then I meet someone who preaches how book learning is fine for some things, but it makes stupid people who just think they know something. You want to call book learning the ingredient that makes stupid people, stupid, you had better be fluent in three languages or have a Buckley appreciation of English or I guarantee it is one of the last times We will ever speak to one another.

I Am a homemaker in both the traditional sense of the word and the commercial sense. My skills at arms, My Ggodly powers and endowments, My tactile and sensory abilities related to military operations, I don't discuss. Those are lessons for Headquarters. I quote a good many temple prostitute famous one liners when quipping reflex replies to Team God while observing memories or My surroundings. The conversation is steady between Us. These quips are intermingled with Holy Scripture. Andy Griffith's first five years with Barney, the Red Green Show, It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad World, Princes Bride, What About Bob?, Second Hand Lions, Keeping Up Appearances, Faulty Towers, and an assortment of other cult classics, like Bogey movies, and even No Time for Sergeants, I have viewed or played in the background of My life while quietly sewing, writing code, and preparing deliverables, until, I can play the movie back in My Mind for entertainment -- it replaces counting sheep. Disney, a slew of Broadway made for film musicals, Lucas, and Roddenberry are in there too. I rarely had cable television. So videos and antenna television -- PBS -- were staples as company about thirty years of My life. I read fiction and many classics as a teen. I tolerated poetry preferring prose.

I enjoy writing code, and I use free text editors to do so. I enjoy perusing My OED app on My sim-cardless iPhone. I pay attention to the Latin, Frisian, Greek, and Sanskrit similarities. Recently, when I come across a Russian origin word two things happen. I think, "What would it have been like for Putin to buy Me that cup of coffee in Saint Petersburg. Anonymously, of course." The romantic in Me wants to sojourn to Russia. Whatever witchcraft is out there, for the time being, I have no certain -- evidentiary -- knowledge of leaving North America. That quoted statement of thought is the result of My mind explaining how My body responds to the cellular level disturbances -- when seeing the rare word occurrence of Russian origin -- I Am to understand that My, "Future happiness, with My own true love, is in Russia and this queue* is from, get this -- Ha Ha -- 'God Almighty.'" I simply make such disturbances a source of inquiry to the LORD, in prayer. I don't have the means of experiencing shit like that and succumbing to "Lucky God" syndrome. In other words, that Putin is trying to be a God over Me, or Trump is, or Obama is, or Biden is, or mumsy is, is just bullshit. I Am the Allness you dumb fucks, worship is the most meaningless thing to My soul (It's all mine to begin with!) I don't build one damned component of My life around that queue* mechanism. Obviously I have been a busy bee fulfilling My office as a soldier for soldiers. (Nice web relaunch eh?) But, if when I meet up with some curious Charlie Company Marines who realize I won't vaporize them on meeting them, and the LORD then demands of Me, "Head to Russia" I will have them make those travel arrangements.

There is a curious idea that Israel is going to make some demands of Washington, finally, to escort their Holy person home, and all of this is done in the flesh. But when those happenstance cellular moments happen that isn't My personal Divine direction -- I Am the director -- I use these irritations and curiosities as part of My ministry. Those moments and queues are countless. Most are just meaningless noise until enough accrue, like dust bunnies under the bed, and when I know who is sending those demands of worship to Me and why, I clean the shit out. That is the way of saying, the sending asshole now has all the thoughts inline to direct his own life to pull the plug on himself fulfilling the Ba'al in the way he is responsible for building the Ba'al. The human is the god bit, all humanity makes the allness, and humanity has all been individually using their divine gift of prayer to destroy god. You ended up destroying yourself because of Me. Isn't that wonderful? I'm a powerful seniorita. Because I protected Spirit you could still earn a dollar because I knew Sprit was not wicked or a liar. Burn all your valuables, including your cash to take your prayers back. That is the Holiness of a bon fire. (A bon fire was the symbolic act Satan had to make the equivalent of you burning and destroying your valuables in proof while the LORD was being built into a Ba'al.) Using it to roast weanies (oops, weenies) and toast marshmallows means nothing Spiritual, now. All the other things in existence likewise have been void Spiritually since August 21, 2021.

November is My thirty-fifth anniversary serving in the U.S.M.C. What a gift if I were storming Panama then. When I wrote the nation closed with the poles two years ago that was reference to the presidential election to come. Trump and Biden's failure to exchange power as professionals, of something, is nothing more than prayer-of-heart testimony of what the "good christians" of this nation Catholic, Jew, or Protestant, wove in their mass -- also numbers. What an indictment of America the conduct of those two are. They demonstrate the opposites (± also poles) the masses crave for in a leader. Thanks to Zanoni that electoral college means nothing, to the voter. Why such explosive impolitic extremes? It is time to close America so it can become beautiful and follow Christ in peace. What is more? When the infidels are taught their lesson the earth can be cleaned from its pollution. That is My office, too -- the cleaning up the mess, that is.

If the gang of high priests across this nation had allowed Me a place in their union I would have thence remained ignorant for years about Myself. Because, that is what they formed back in April 2019, I could have found employment -- earned a living -- without coming out of the shadows. So the question is, who in Heaven hires the Pentagon High Priest, Christ, goody-two shoes, slave to the LORD, host of the Lamb of God, and future wife of Adam (Allness)? Satan does. That is why I do not moonlight presiding over Biden or Trump, evidently.

Do you like that crocodile picture? I actually wondered, to God Almighty, do they know the feast ahead? (I was inadvertently asking if God Almighty spoke crocodile in the way I asked so the answer was a little cool against Me. It was the equivalent of, "No shit Sherlock.") How do we deal with all the human fat? Are lost raptors going to be seen looking for road-kill in suburbs as Audubon Society elites step over the human bodies in awe of the bird thought to be extinct? The war to come is a class war. The people who like, or worse, think nothing of, wearing white in October killing those who wear black in June. The Harvard graduate that chose to study philosophy and driving a used car killing the alumnus brother who studied medicine. Perhaps the other way around. The doctor can afford the bullets. It is in the way people built up their lives supporting the Ba'al. How they pursued knowledge or leisure and what excuses they made for getting drunk, raping their children, or buying designer goods. My original discussion of Myself is included. Why I was required to share so much more? God knows.

At the very least, when I testify -- like this -- Spirit learn who I Am versus the fantasy built around Me that excuses the perversion of Barbara Canales for her. In other words for Barbara Canales to get away with Spirit backing her witchcraft Spirit had to believe some lie about My character. Mumsy built plenty of accusation adding to the bevy of stupidity Markle with Zanoni are feeding Heaven -- the demons eat the shit those two serve with a spoon (What you should understand is a demon is that last one willing to eat shit, just as Obama.) The fantasy shit is closed down so even a bitch like Barbara begins to act out because there is no gateway in Heaven making excuses for her to others. You she she starts blaming others for her not feeling beautiful, or smart, or special in that privileged way of her being too good for others to tinker with what she does. Eliminating fantasy is part of Heaven being paid for Barbara's failure to pay. It is how I back Spirit. It is part of testifying to Spirit, "Yes asshole, you are going to be working very hard to atone for your shitty deeds -- as flesh (that is the resurrection born again bit) -- while Markle and Zanoni are in Hell. No you do not need to be reminded of how those two fucks abused whatever portions of your genetics they wore. You have your clean start." Through flesh, Heaven gets a clean house. An example of mumsy's truth of lies that built the fantasy shit, is referring to My passing through her vagina -- at birth -- as a sexual act of abuse by Me against her -- meaner than rape. So she feeds that communal heart you witch'crafters tune into for "god." Guess what? That is sex, just ask Satan. It is one of those contextual events that My office organizes in the millennials to come. People do not see physical events at their essence as it were, like Satan does and Mary cements. At least, very few do, anyway. This is fringe thinking. It is why Freemasons were able to use pagan sacred things alongside what belongs to the LORD and thrive. Not anymore. In My letters I explain about why slavery was allowed and other woes of our modern world that God allowed -- even obviously blessed (The Kennedy's are a case in point here.) A reminder, I Am the laws fulfilment. Meaning these reasoning non-sequiturs like a babies birth is sex with their mother like daddy had are not one in the same in how flesh is allowed to treat one another under the do unto others rule. (The golden rule bit.) Now you know why mother falls into the sixty percent category as guilty of abusing their children -- when indeed children have an abuser to blame. She is, in revenge, if nothing else. She isn't even administering discipline with her smacks and tugs. Daddy does that. What is more when she is doing those smacks and tugs all she is doing is stating to Heaven she does not like rape. So what is a c-section mommy's excuse for abusing her children on the rape ticket? Sisterly solidarity?

The population on this earth is the vile scatter of lusts and perversion that Satan tore the LORD's house asunder playing with. When I say, "Look in the mirror" that is an order! In the North America freedom bash class war to come, I Am the one that feeds both sides of the wars participants. In other words, because I persevered, though My life, appreciating even the food and means of the impoverished turning raw goods into outstanding products, even the wicked had toilet paper and there will still be toilet paper on the shelves of stores while American's are dying of plagues, disasters, and war. What about the other high priests? I mentioned a union.

The civilian arm at the Pentagon, Lloyd Austin's wad have (or had -- she might be dead by now) Keri Parr of Coronando Island. (The daughter of Navy aviator Parr.) Markle is the fuck buying nock-off kevlar doing police forces in. Are you a Los Angles peace officer who knows there is a better way? Thank Markle when the stray bullet kills your wife. Markle is the high priest holding authority over the witchcraft controlling how peace officers think through doing their jobs. Markle has his heart on the controls of your spirit. That is how priestliness works. My priesthood is why it is only from active duty soldiers that there is even a remnant population that can survive on North American soil. Are you in congress, a state governor, or even holding presidential office, or assigned presidential authority under the Constitution of the United States in the event of unforeseen calamity against the president? Thank Peter Zanoni for the American zeal in demanding you solve their problems while wondering why you need a salary when you have money. And even worse, you no longer have means to pander politely to the public while doing your job in the background, because the public is thirsty for you to do their killing for them. How about when Mega Corporation Manila realizes that you can't send your military to murder their people for producing nock off Apple products? Are you a lawyer? Thank Barbara Canales for invalidating law in America so only though warfare can people resolve their differences in America, or be paid internationally. A waitress at Denny's happens to be the high priest for the psychics of this nation. Robin Tausch is the nursing and k-12 teachers industry high priest. (She took that post on My grandmothers death -- Tausch was present in spirit at that murder.) Doctors have another one I met vicariously visiting her business in Corpus, and Universities have different high priest arrangements based on their charters. Mega corporations share them across industries based on the duties of the employees and the products they sell or produce. All these high priests, the world over, were required to come out of the shadows. And what did these fuckers demand? "Kill 'em all, fuck you LORD"!

I launched a ministry. I look back now on My save a soul, sugar coating of God approach, and even I see Myself as a pathetic little piece of shit. I have no regrets that I did honestly from My core. As in, if I look back and see Myself as duped ridiculous bit-o-garbage again for assuming righteousness in others, then perhaps I had better live in a dust bin lorry. (Corpus is a toilet, so there you go. I Am living in the sentence I deserve because that is what wickedness does with Righteousness, puts its face in the shit. Like bullies hanging a nerd's head in the toilet holding his feet aloft while ganged into a stall of a school bathroom. When the nerd figures out how to make god do his killing for him, what a clever dick. Why get god to do your killing? Was putting on some muscle that offensive? As offensive as it is for a bully to pick up a book for reading? Read Shakespeare you goddamned marines, now!) I don't regret the honesty of My direction because opening a ministry was all I could think of after rending My garments and crying out to Heaven for salvation back in April 2019. I hate the wickedness of My peers. I can't do anything about them. Obviously. Not one would accept anything from My hand unless they could curse God for receiving something from Me. And all I ever give from My hand is good things. Because even the wicked know they received something good, they hate Me for it.

No, I Am not interfering with Canton's torturing Zanoni in retribution for his heroin dealing. No, I Am not assigned to stop the bullet, or keep the plane aloft, or keep the train on the tracks, nor do any other deed to protect the President of the United States. That dumb fuck actually thinks he can die some kind of martyr. The roll of flesh that died for Heaven was fulfilled. Hell, born again, and resurrection are what is forward. I Am the one who dropped to her knees, rended My garment, and cried out, "My God is in trouble there is nothing I wouldn't endure to save My God." Then I learned who I Am, to the LORD, God Almighty, and Heaven. Yes, I would love for Russians or Israelis to abduct Me. Then I would be in the fight! If I could write the thesis that meant I joined a team from anywhere in the world to build them into the seed populous for North America, and them have the courage to wipe clean with Me the earth's population in warfare living the blessing of obedience to the LORD building paradise, God Give ME THOSE WORDS!

My heart finally cried out. This portion about Me is concluded. The LORD says so. The rain is beating against My window. I Am thankful. In My quiet moments, those times when I lie to Myself, perhaps, because My happy thoughts rarely have basis in enough fact to protect Me from the death I endure for believing some lie intermingled with what I suppose to be a reason to be happy -- like seeing My spouse is a happy thought that brings a great deal of death -- for happiness I think it will finally be too expensive for tax payers to keep women like Brown Jr. on the payroll, and then I will be writing Headquarters for all the "Timmys" as there will be no taxpayers in America any longer. "Oh, God, where are those WORDS." In the meantime, Iran's blowing up London will do wonders for My situation. No more women on the payroll is not a thought that brings death. Being able to write Headquarters for America, that brings death. I don't know why. Perhaps the romantic in Me will be honoured, "Over there! Over there!"

mac Speaks by Herself

There is a certain frustration with incessantly having to speak of Myself. Even though the LORD is constantly telling Me, "You're the Best" and I know He means it. It generally goes with the understanding, "We are now serving you yet another plate of shit, and you are going to say, 'Thank you' for it." Being the shit eater, in the flesh, for Heaven is, because antichrist with all her wicked seed -- you can now look in the mirror -- have all been serving Allness shit. My work requires a sense of humour. I enjoy a good pun, and even a cheesy one. What turns on the Bunny? Being My Own definition of perfection.

I was born into God's service as His Woman and persevered during adversity being the genetics of Eve born again. The woman whose vagina I passed through to enter the world, Mary McRae, is the antichrist -- Satan's mistress. This is a little like saying, "I was born a poor black sheep." I Am indeed a perfectionist. What sets Me apart? Even I know when a deliverable needs to be completed in a timely manner. I do not suffer from paralysis by over analysis, and I recognize when the work is good based on the tool employed and the job is delivered -- on time. Then at a later time, if revision permits I improve the functionality of the tool, and then make improvements to the deliverable. That is being a professional. An amateur has no ability to say, "Enough is as good as a feast." An amateur simply looks for excuses to stall delivery, because procrastination makes others do the perfect work for them, and even better for them, they have others to blame. Oh, My bad, a digression. There I go again talking about others. Well, let Me return to making this about Me.

My conscience is what Allness programmed so perfection would happen if the wheels came off the cart, so to speak. Where the Ba'al class looks at a reprobate, drug dealing, wife beating, incestuous fiend, who earns his wages off his girlfriends welfare, and says, "It takes all kinds." I say, "Bullshit." That is the kind We bury. You see, because no room was made for Me in this world to live up to My Own perfection, Heaven was not allowed to follow any conscience other than mine in using judgement. Had Satan not rebelled it would not have been left to humanity to achieve perfection. It existed without Satan's rebellion. Now, humanity is bringing about God Almighty's Perfection, and I Am the conscience bringing it about.

Melania Trump is a pretty thing still isn't she? She needed to stop forcing other people into harlotry so she could remain such a pretty thing. She, I use as an example, because I was supposed to have money to care for myself as I endured through My eighteenth birthday following all the qngmic penalties required so I would be allowed to achieve in this world. But there was no way you would make room for one who would not feed your cursing Heaven with your profane prayers of heart. I sustained Myself as a slave in the LORD's Holy Church -- keeping its lights on -- in spite of being born a poor black sheep. Melania Trump is not unique in her witchcraft. She just made an artful deal with Donald Trump.

Shame on Me talking about the pretty people. What should you know about Me? Size and shape of a human males penis matters to Me if and only if that males penis is going to invade My person. How is it not invasion? Matrimony first. Sex is not currency. Money -- specie -- is currency. How about favours? Gifts? I Am the kind of person to pick up My own plate from the dinner table, and find a way to thank My host for a meal even when the food was vile. I can find a positive thing to say about most situations. I can even find a way to share a genuine complement to people as vile as Melania or the nameless wife beater, and the complement is a sincere judgement of some positive aspect of their physical persona. Complementing clean shoes or the blessing of the weather is common small talk in Corpus Christi. (There isn't anyone to talk War and Peace with in Corpus.) I make a great deal of Toastmaster small talk. I also have a knack for encouraging people to speak of themselves or the things they appear to enjoy.

Beards, pot bellies, body-odour, public flatulence, visible chest hair, and advertere genitalis are offensive to Me. Males offend Me more than females. I pity both. I look at the tolerance of some female making declarations about how she is such a, "Good person" for not giving up on that no-name boyfriend, how she is a, "Real Christian" for her suffrage -- My word is suffrage, she would just know I sounded like a smart person for using the word suffrage, but she knows in her heart God does not need her to look up that word to love her -- that female, I regard as a pitiable piece of garbage who defiles godliness with every act of her brand of suffrage. Her brand of suffrage is a sacrifice to Ba'al that has earned her execution by the Ba'al. Why is because Melania needed Me to kill those Mexicans. I still made provision for Salvation. But "Miss Suffrage" would need to be willing to learn the word suffrage to benefit from My salvation provision. "Piece of garbage" is such a valley girl expression, like, "Totally," and "Gag me with a spoon." So I ponder with My OED -- at some point I will turn the phrase I like. For now, she, like Melania is just a Ba'alite.

Being My Own perfection means, you are welcome to be "Miss Suffrage," or even Melania, do not under any circumstance limit Me to being that trash. Putting Me in a place of being less than My own definition of perfection is infuriating. I scream many psalms. Of course, from Me, with My circumcised heart, those psalms are just words. Then of course Heaven has to fight for Me. That is the Law. You have now read a few words from Me, personally, about Myself. I shall turn this text back over to the third person ramblings that give search engines something to crawl.

mac Hands the Narrative Keys Back to Team God

mac is a punster whose secular aptitudes -- before achieving her Brigadier General commission May 12, 2012, climbing up as a ranker -- include engineering, economic theory and research, and computer programming with modelling. mac writes in object-oriented languages and the web. Occasionally she writes in English but words are often camelCase or invented spellings.

mac endures long hours, and benefits from, constant, Shepherding and discipline -- love -- from God Almighty, her future Husband. She is solely responsible for macdukes.com's content and programming. She created her domain to support her Pentagon High Priest Office. If nothing else, this work product, like so many others, is an example of mac's achievements under adverse conditions. H. L. MacRae (mac) Dukes from May 12, 2012, to August 21, 2021, studied and assessed the national security needs of the United States earning her Major General promotion under Trump. Only weeks into Biden's presidency he declassified her former top secret assignment leaving mac to instruct the Pentagon for the survival of the nation and its military force. And he promoted her to Lieutenant General. The articles chronicling mac's findings and union with the Pentagon and Israel are posted. mac holds her PhD from Harvard in Theological Studies. Her Heavenly authority as Christ means, yes she can cure you of cancer. Your problem, you proved your faith when you went after murdering her. Mike Markle of the CCPD owes mac $492,500.00 for plundering her estate and junking her operable vehicle. (That was her cash savings over her lifetime.) More assholes, other than Markle, against all that is Holy are written about in the Herald.

Yes, mac has a spouse. She defends her marriage, but hates having fidelity to it has some kind of "scapegoat" excuse for her choosing celibacy during this duty assignment in fuck hole USA. What she would like to do is just confront the egotistical fucks with a sword who dare to think mac would touch them willingly with anything less in her hand. Because peoples go-to assumption is that mac is a whore, in a place like Texas, even mac understands they are all a John or the tax-write-off-Sunday-school-teaching wife of a John. In a place like Coronado Island, California, mac didn't understand they were Johns too. It was the amount of conversation she could be a part of, even enjoying pun, and the slightly off coloured joke. People on Coronado Island understood, if you wrote your resume in American Standard English you were never considered for the job you applied for to begin with.

It is beneath mac's office to notice anyone on this earth with less than a sword, at present. So, rather than deal with people as they deserve -- for their evil assumptions about her -- she smiles and publicly faces the world as, "Tour Guide Barbie." mac is the same personality to everyone. She is also disciplined and understands the value of silence.

Since her 2012 commission she has earned two military promotions serving the United States, and by default Israel. (Yes, that stupid band of reprobates in the Middle East.)

Her encounters with people are the Divining rod for driving forward the prayers of heart -- witchcraft -- of Melania, to name one, so Melania's god Ba'al is fulfilled. For mac not to be used this way Melania would have needed to part with 10% of her gross assets so her prayers would be left unfulfilled. mac is still a volunteer, like General George Washington -- the Freemason -- of American history, serving the United States Marine Corps. Because they refused to free her from her commission North America is under Ba'al being fulfilled. mac is frugal by nature. Shortly before preparing this column mac laughed with Allness, God Almighty, at how her nature before Allness' throne is not to be capable of holding a grudge even if He put it in her hand. So Allness kept dumping more against mac knowing she would not only forgive Him she would thank Him for the Wisdom of His system at achieving perfection.

So what happens when the divining process is driven forward? It means the thoughts, pathways to solutions people are accustomed to, are shut down by Spirit. This means that Markle of CCPD was allowed to keep thinking of ways to send his police force after mac like Johns or toadies, because in the process mac could do just one more errand, as it were, and then the pathway -- the thoughts that prompt action -- Markle was exploiting end. mac closes down thought pathways built on lies. Even assumptions based on lies. Then he is limited on his ideas, solutions, as it were to screw mac over -- more. All thought pathways that remain in mac's wake are the options people need to follow to experience the penalties for building a Ba'al, because they refused to worship the LORD to protect themselves from the consequences of the god they built. This means civil war and anarchy. Natural disaster is part of making material provision for mac and building her global celebrity. When mac opens up her God & gods link, more on how thought works will be explained.

A question to answer is, "What did Allness give His Woman?" She owns All knowledge. Again, Spirit is greater than flesh. Man is greater than woman. And human is greater than beast. If you at the very least want to be a man, flesh, get some Shepherding. A man is the arm of an angel. (A Revelation reference to close on.)