with Katya and Buddy. I worry about them like 24 hours a day though they very well might be better off than us.
They're calling me.That's right, I was going to write about Manna, and right now I don't have any idea what I just wrote about. I'm not even sure if I'm awake.I'm coming, sheesh, I have to wake up Rachel who is snoring so peacefully, and they keep helling is that monkeys or my borthers and sister?sOkay, okay, I'm alive. This can't last much longer. Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
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We're what Joshua calls "out in the field," the real world, or what is left of it. Joshua thinks we are about five miles from Sanctuary.There are more people survived than we at first thought, we've seen thousands, by my guess in two days.We had a Jeep but people took it from us, Joshua smiled at them and said it was okay, and they were afraid of him, but once they realized how gentle he is they began to hit him but I got in between them and they stopped.Joshua has been carrying me. That probably sounds bad. But my legs are not very long, and I get tired easily.We've got three men from Sanctuary with us, and we have been joined by three others that we'd never met before but recognized immediately, they belong to Him.We do what we can, but I don't think there's much we can do. Military has come in, finally, after three weeks, and are running a hospital but rumors are running amok that they are giving shots that kill.The clouds are racing high in the sky. We're humans, and we get used to things, now it doesn't seem so strange, the way the white streaks move like an animated movie. Special effects. Now it seems peaceful. But we heard on the radio that high-flying aircraft are destroyed instantly by the winds up there, I think it is above fifteen thousand feet, but I don't know if anyone really knows.Of course people are saying "Global Warming" as if that is the big meanie. But I think people, especially scientists, are pretty stupid as far as recognizing that the Earth is a living organism, and fully developed eco system where everything depends on everything, and when you start tweaking one infitessimal part, you have pretty much thrown the who thing out of whack. And I think just like our body has an immune system, ways to fight illness and invaders, the white blood cells and stuff, I think so does Earth.So does Earth.And I believe that people were put in charge of the living organism that is Earth, and we have not done a good job at all.We have failed miserably.I get dizzy easily. And have to lie upon my back. I stare up at the sky and it's like watching a giant book turning, page by page.Joshua says, all the time: "Isn't this all exciting?" I think we all want to kill him.
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We got an e-mail from Stacey today! Or at least a partial one, Joshua said it was fragmented. I'm writing this from a twisted position, as I have broken both my legs and my back. That's a whole other story, I don't even want to think about it.We now know what the "carpet cleaning" was, and probably that's the rumbling in the Earth, as well.Thank God Stacey is alive, but things don't look good for us. We are hundreds of miles from Sanctuary, packed into cattle cars. I doubt I would be alive right now if Joshua didn't carry me all the time. He's sleeping right now and I'm in his arms, we are surrounded by exhausted men, women and kids. We try to operate as a team, we move the dead to the back of the cattle car, and we are all very good about encouraging each other.They take the dead out about every other day, and they shout for us to throw out the sick, or the unconscious. If they knew about my bones, I would be one of those left to die in the snow along the tracks, either on or under the other dead bodies.It's weird, that it is so cold, it's against the seasons, and weirdly cold. People are whispering about an ice age, or a nuclear winter, and the skies are getting darker and darker. The train is takign us east, so Joshua doesn't think we're being taken to any of the camps.
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We were in Sanctuary, with loved ones and now here in cold car dead people and such love on faces these still rothers and sistres, but there was movie day this sunday what were we going to watch? Ew still had electri and good morale popcorn and movies.Osyury not thinking too good. Have feveroite. Mean fever, can't see in dark. Battery running down soon no sunlite.Not thinking too clearly. Seeing in flashes. I mean living in. Fever, everyone in car gets together, prays for us. For everyone. Especially the sick. Josh never sick. Feel sorry for him because he won't put me down. Least I lose weight.Thing ring like bell in head. Maxims. Quoters. So clear. Wish I think so clear.What was it I was thinking? Oh yeah, her name Wafa Sultan, don't remember what kind name that is, but so courageous. She said: "Brother, you can believe in stones, as long as you don't throw them at me."People can't get through their heads. Too alte, tooo late. The stone trowers, the ultra-conservatves took over the world. Now we eat their stones. StillDoctor on board. Say legs getting better, healing. Miracle. Slow miracle, but I learn that whatever God offers that is best, slow or fast.sleepy Punch and Judy. Puppies. No, puppets. Hitting each other. RemIt's not enough to NOT hit. We have to stop those wohh keep hitting after one stops. Too late, of coursd. Down the rain might rain. I pray to Christ, oh, that I were in my lover's arms and in my bed agin. Sailor take warning, red sky, red earth, bleeding pinnacles with crosses on top, and the slicing blade, close shave can't concentrate too long but i need to so something so joshua said go ahead and write dark in here so battery not good much longer, turn watch function off to cocnentrate keep thinking deeply theink deeply stacey helped us see things new eyes he had new eyes not the eyes of tradition that are killing us today wehe we going we stop on sundays to keep th law and it cold in here or is it hot gett warming so we an south going southward down the warm rain might rain blow ye westerd wind blow oh christ oh jesus please one last hug from rachel i think about sanctu we were goin to be watch movies this sunday popcorn and the lord of the rings all three the extend direct cut scissors was i dearming of scisorss what was i think about how frodo never gave up and im like frodo or no sam is joshua where are we going when home joshua we need to work on internet and then go coffee dump see rm behind counter long hair beautiful long hair like chocolate milk choco thirty im so thirsty for water or lemon nade dark in here cant see for ryupographic al errers dizzy are we moving again it must be midnight like it better when moving we went through place screams and gunshots think sometimes we trappet in skindlers list always goin to mosco wait wait noto russia cold war im think holoocost what was it deathcamp called cant seem to think in straig lin butt keep writer watch cash memroy stace wrot here for me my fath o what i think joshua need to sleep take na
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Feeling better. A little light. Joshua held the watch up to the light for about 10 minutes. Will only write in concise words. Food today, think dry dogfood. We ate. Water too, but very bad, brown. We drank.With Joshua's help, I put weight on my legs. Miracle. Sore like crazy, but I can stand for a few seconds. Watch beeping. Go soon.Train moving steady. Fast. We went through a place where there was fire. We sweated for about an hour, smoky, now cold again. Beeping.
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Only 9 left in this car, were 32 (23 are still here, but stacked reverently to the back of the car). Feel almost guilty, legs and back getting better. We all pray together. So close.Beep.Come quickly, Lord Yeshua.
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Out in the light, thank God, it feels wonderful, the light shining down. The warmth. I can feel light soaking into my skin, slipping around the filth, the oil and grease, and my being opens up hungrily. I am famished for light. I could go without food (it's been about four days) and even sparkling water (I don't know how long it's been, other than this brown, foul water), but light, how can we live without light?My watch has been charging for the last two hours as Joshua and I have rested in the light. Resting in the light, that is so rich in connotation. Who is there to connote? Connotate?But we have light. Joshua and I are kind of giddy, so rich in the white beams that immerse us, that baptize us. Enter the light. Light at the end of the tunnel. Father of Lights. A million points of light. Light a single candle.The Light of the World.We came out of the train about two hours ago. A camp. Gray faces. Depression, fear, anxiety, so thick in the air. They look at Josh and I as if we are insane, smiling, giggling in the light. There are only four of us from our car, I don't remember how many we started out as, but we are only so sad, because the closer we get the so much more obvious it all is how soon we are all going to be together again, and this will only be a flicker of darkness, just an eyelid batting.Eternity is heavy upon us now, and the light seems more like substance that waves. I never thought much about light. We always think more about darkness, that the darkness is something real that overwhelms the light, whereas if you think about it, darkness is just the absence of light. The light going away is what creates the darkness, or allows it.We think and talk much about Sanctuary as well, wondering if it is still in place, or if they have moved on, or if they have been wiped out. Of course, where we are right now, thinking about Sanctuary is kind of like thinking about Heaven.More and more Heaven seems like a real place. Like it is just over that high wall. That it is moving toward us. We can feel its vibrations like the T-Rex in Jurassic Park, shaking the world as it nears, only this is such a wonderful and good thing approaching. Not for them. Those guys standing over there with rifles. We worry about them, about the look in their eyes when the dark cloud appears in the sky, growing larger, filling with light.Strangely, it does not make us happy, their fate. The terror that will soon replace the smug looks.Since we have been here they have shot about five people, one of them a child, no more than three or four years old. They are doing the shooting with a strange detachment. As if they are bored, taking turns at an old pinball machine.One old man approached the high gate. He was bald, with a fringe of white hair, stooped posture, he reminded me a little bit of Isaiah Bookman. This old man said: "I renounce it all. I want what you guys have. I spit on the Sabbath and the Jews! White is right! White is right." They shot him and laughed. Then one of their superiors came out and cursed them furiously. He took the gun out of the shooter's hands and shot him in the ankle. He screamed and lay on the ground and they left him in here with us, and he's been begging for the last twenty minutes, and someone of "us" went to help him, and he cursed them, spit at them, he's still cursing, cursing everything, the world, Jesus, the sun, his former friends.But I have a trouble seeing. I say it like that, a trouble, because it is the anti-trouble, if it makes sense, me I mean, sense, making, this awareness of the light, as if I'm seeing through a cloud, seeing through a cloud lightly, it is so beautiful, it is difficult to be distracted by cursing men and dying friends. Joshua is in the same way, the same trouble, the identical anti-trouble. Much of the people, too, are happy.Maybe it is the happiness of people lying down in blizzards as they lose all their body heat, feeling the heat pervade their reality as their body freezes. I don't know.The light. Not only is it coming, it is here, right now. Around us. In us. Is peace light? Or is light peace? Beauty for ashes? Is that what that means? My burden is light?I'm putting away my keyboard. I'll let my watch charge. I have to open my eyes to chase away the light, to pull it in, to eat it and drink it and we're not hungry. Okay, I'm putting this away.Light.
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This is Michael Potok. Greeting to those brothers and sisters that have discovered my online Journal and the heresies I have mistakenly recorded herein.
I have both good news for you, my brothers and sister, and bad news as well. If you have come to this "Journal" to find the usual junk that has appeared herein, I must apologize to you, for the bad news is that I have seen the light, enjoyed a change of heart, and this is the Good News as well; bad because everything I have thus far spoken has been false; good because I stand corrected. Glory.
I am ashamed to admit to you that I, along with many others, have been heretic to the True Church of Jesus Christ. I have been an enemy of my Deliverer and Saviour. My heart has been grey with sin, and darker colours.
With the aid of my Jesuit brothers, I gratefully acknowledge the one Truth in the Universal Church of Jesus Christ, and hereby renounce all former heresies that I had grieviously clung to before in my former, very sinful life.
I hereby renounce the Jewish sabbath and all its grossly inappropriate rituals. It is part of the Old Covenant, and it with all its ceremonial aspects has passed away. I now cling to the True Christian Sabbath of Sunday, in honor of the Resurrection of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, our Sun of Righteousness. I hereby foreswear against all former allegiance to the Synagogue of Satan, and its heretical tennets, and promise to work in my freedom from God's laws and its righteous requirements, hereby finding all my righteousness in Christ, Who is the True Sabbath, and I rest from all my works in Him, and hereby acknowledge that where there is no law there is no sin, thus I am free from both the law AND sin. I like the man in the parable falsely accepted my salvation with joy, and this is decidedly not the way of my Master.
In accepting this True Grace, I have joyfully accepted the Mark of the New Covenant, the Gift of Tongues, a completely unknown and unlearned and non-understood Prayer Language, which I hereby promise to practice, daily, constantly, faithfully, exercizing this vertical prayer between God and I: I am trinity, in me, myself and I.
I am now a god in Jesus Christ and renounce the "Sign of the Beast," the seventh-day sabbath. I have spit upon the law of Moses, in my freedom in Grace, my freedom from the law and foul Old Testament, a work of the Jews, false brothers, and now acknowledge that this salvation cannot be lost, not through trickery, as a true believer in Christ cannot be deceived, and not through freewill choice, as there is no free will in the Sovereign Will of Jehovah. We have been predetermined to our bliss in Heaven, and our enemies have been predetermined to their squallor in hellfires.
I apologize for ever using the pagan and New Age name "Yahweh," and promise to never use it again unless in derogatory terms, especially associated with cursing. I promise to only call the Most High God by His rightful Name of "Jehovah," as I am His rightful witness.
I entreat you, brothers and sisters, to forego eternal torture in hell, a torture worse than any human imagination, a torture suitable to the limitless wrath of an omnipotent God, Jehovah. I now fully embrace the practice of first beheading the enemies of God, and then burning their fleshly containers, so that their bodies may join their immortal souls in constant and eternal torture, in Hell. Damned in this life, and throughout eternity, amen. This is justice, we serve a JUST God, and if He chooses to punish wickedness with eternal blistering pain, then we ought to join Him in persecuting the wicked. Amen.
I entreat you, brothers and sisters, give up this fight against Jehovah. Forego "Yahweh" and his false sabbath day, the sabbath of the Jews, who are damned throughout all eternity, unless they become a part of the 144,000 Jews who deny the sabbath sign of Yahweh, and embrace Jehovah, and receive His mark.
Please. Join me for eternal security. I want you to be in heaven. God will not allow me to bring you cooling water when you are in torment in Hades.
If you are not Jewish, join me in Heaven. If you are Jewish, please go to your forefathers in Abraham's Bosom.
All these things I swear to be true. My name is Michael Potok, god in Christ, and I bow only to God, Jehovah, and my King, Robert Cilantor, may God bless him forever and forever, amen.
Please join me, brothers and sisters. Amen.
[THIS JOURNAL IS HEREBY CLOSED.]
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This is Michael Potok, and I send greetings and encouragement to all my new brothers and sisters, fellow gods in our pantheon under Christ. In God We Trust.
Be careful, my beloved, as deceivers are out there, they are watching, and practicing their art to deceive the nations. But those who were taken shall soon return, praise Jehovah! They are coming soon! With Christ!
We have fought off the antichrist, one Stacey Colton, he is now dead. We defeated him, and now the way is paved for Christ's return, His Glorious Appearing!
Remember, brothers and sisters, don't think. Feel. Your mind can be deceived, but not your spirit. Pray in tongues, constantly. Believe. Do not doubt, for a double-minded man can expect nothing.
Speak positivity, brethern. Speak life.
Do not THINK. FEEL.
DO NOT think. FEEL!
God bless you all!
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the taken shall return, with the appearance of glory, in all power in lying signs and wonders, to deceive if possible, even the very elect of god, what returns is not the same as what departed, and what departed did not depart to the supposed place, indeed, but those represented are perished, tormented, and those returned are higher echelon being, but not what represented, not the lowly forms, these wear masks, leprosy is covered by beautiful porcelain, the time draws nigh, deception is here, deception draws nigh, watch, do not be deceived
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Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow.
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This is Michael Potok, and I send greetings and encouragement to all my new brothers and sisters, fellow gods in our pantheon under Christ. In God We Trust.
Be careful, my beloved, as deceivers are out there, they are watching, and practicing their art to deceive the nations. But those who were taken shall soon return, praise Jehovah! They are coming soon! With Christ!
We have fought off the antichrist, one Stacey Colton, he is now dead. We defeated him, and now the way is paved for Christ's return, His Glorious Appearing!
Remember, brothers and sisters, don't think. Feel. Your mind can be deceived, but not your spirit. Pray in tongues, constantly. Believe. Do not doubt, for a double-minded man can expect nothing.
Speak positivity, brethern. Speak life.
Do not THINK. FEEL.
DO NOT think. FEEL!
God bless you all!
[THIS JOURNAL IS HEREBY CLOSED]
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Big Brother is not only watching, he's speaking, here and there, but it is with a forked tongue, whatever hacker gets here first gets to leave the bestest ever note, and so today it is I, plus myself and me.
Don't believe everything you hear, but then again, don't discount everything that sounds absurd or impossible. In other words, TRY THINKING. Have you been so mind-wiped you can't think a coherent thought for yourself.
Today it is myself, perhaps tomorrow it will be somecreepy different, maybe I, or even that guy not Ick who isn't not me. Think. Try it. Practice. Come up with some original thought.
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Anger is growing, do you sense it? Bitter anger, frustration, seasoned with fear. It is a bitter batter, with barter butter, hey batter batter batter SUH-WING!
