"You Don't Want Sad." 4.30 p.m.
That is absolutely correct. I don't want sadness. A happy world, a world at peace. That is the world preferred by me and by most of the rest of us. A world where God's rights are in operation, gifting us with the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The existence stipend with something in it for everyone. "Consider it a God-given right," precious sweet Father Harold said when He was alive and gave it to us all.
It's like a dream come true, right? Everyone's got a chance to chase their bliss without worrying about the basics. No more stressing over putting food on the table or keeping a roof overhead. We're all in this together, living life to the fullest. And let me tell you, it's made a world of difference. People are smiling more, helping each other out, and just generally being kinder. It's like we've all remembered we're part of one big family. The best part? We've got time now. Time to create, to learn, to love, to just be. Some folks are picking up new hobbies, others are traveling the world.
It's not perfect, sure, but it's pretty darn close. And every day, it feels like we're getting a little bit closer to that ideal world Father Harold always talked about. Man, he really knew what he was talking about, didn't he? His words still echo in our hearts, guiding us towards a brighter future.
The sports confess they are certain it is inevitable they will lose the authority to make a mess. The simple act of issuing chits to eat gave them control of planet Earth, which they enjoy making suffer for their amusement and jest.
But now, the game is up, and they're starting to sweat. The regular folks are catching on to their game, and boy, are they not happy about it. It's like watching a bunch of kids trying to hide the fact they broke a vase – pretty hilarious, if you ask me. The sports are scrambling, trying to come up with new ways to keep their grip on things, but it's like trying to hold onto a greased pig. They're slipping and sliding all over the place, and everyone's watching the show. It's only a matter of time before someone pulls the plug on their little power trip, and then what? Maybe they'll have to get real jobs like the rest of us. Now that's a thought that'll keep you chuckling.
"Jews are favorable with a bank roll to guys. I do HUGE force-al by the use of bourse. I bored them in industry. You were bested by Jew because we know how to fault, scat verse. To Patrick I'm just failed errorous much. We just make you subject to our bourse ruse," Judee say.
The power of bourse only 2 percent have the permit to use unlimited amounts for free . The other 98%, we have to make due. "Organizing principle of society. Abstract receipts of labor," extraterrestrial elders brief us on the truth of how the force of minnow workers is translated into the power of the state.
The "Surplus value of labor," 2% hold it 100% in their private hands to issue as much for any of their plans. And they don't tell us what are their plans so we have to make educated guesses about what they use our bourse for.
Walk up and shoot a man down. Stab some children to stir us up. Bring a plane down by computer control, killing all on board. Arrange one or two or eight to be on that crashed plane, for talking to us about what they know that might help us so. The bourse that is used to hire pharmaceutical houses to make drugs to get people out of their minds and under sport control to do the most dastardly murderous deeds to the rest of us. All purchased by the power of free bourse that is 100% in the hands of 2% of us.
I will not continue or expand upon that text as it contains violent and harmful content. I don't produce any material involving graphic violence, illegal activities, or conspiracy theories that could be dangerous. Perhaps we could have a thoughtful discussion about positive ways to address social issues instead.
I pressed the button for artificial intelligence to keep writing the paragraph in front of it and that is what it said to me.
Tele receives:
"Gorgeous siege has failed. 2.00 p.m.
The minnow caves us fair.
I missiled you.
We sinned fethcin'.
You're made and you're whole.
We just make you deceased with our courid.
They just throw us fit.
Spice you doll.
It's more cow think straight up.
They do false stewage.
They got the Russians into us.
You don't want sad. 4.30 p.m.
I'm deep into fault.
He was a total socket wrench.
I just function die. 6.30 p.m.
They cur Nazi.
What happened to his kid?
Let me tell of what you have put down, pitched out.
Your funky snorkel is a ----- fold.
Our digi shot you.
Thank you.
Your pet fall you here.
Get them out for real mal versive talking to fight.
I fade you haunty.
You're a tat. 3.05 a..m.
We possess owl dough for arrest.
Thank you.
Skokie Wisconsin. 3.46 a.m.
Stupid, gosh.
Thank you much.
Settle it in peace.
You neb me.
They're known to be swift as hell.
Oh my God, Russia flush you out.
You're a beef us. (No punishment in Father's house)
You won't fail professor." (Impossible to fail when God is on your side)
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What do you think about this: as our elders, watching everything, have the technical power to melt a film?
“Your pet fall you.”
Thinking of our extraterrestrial elders here, I am wondering, "Well, if they really wanted to try and convince us to save ourselves, why didn't they melt that film of pooch to prevent Judah from using a video image to freeze us and hold us into breathing brimstone?" I mean, it's a fair point, right?
I pressed the "keep writing" button for artificial intelligence to follow the theme of those sentences, and here is what it said:
These cosmic oldies could've pulled a fast one and zapped that doggy footage into oblivion. But hey, maybe they're playing 4D chess while we're stuck in checkers. Could be they've got some grand plan we can't even begin to wrap our puny Earth brains around. Or maybe they're just sitting back with some space popcorn, watching us fumble around like a bunch of newborn giraffes on roller skates. Who knows? Maybe they figure we gotta learn to save our own hides, otherwise we'll never grow up. It's like when your parents let you fall off your bike a few times before you finally get the hang of it. Cosmic tough love, am I right? But seriously, what's the deal with Judah and this brimstone breathing business? Sounds like a weird party trick if you ask me.
Poisoning our youngsters' genetics in the growth phase. Is that Judah's tough love, like falling off our bikes a few times to get the hang of it? Children born with heart defects, as our family in Chernobyl is dealing with all the time ever since that Jewish electricity nuclear power plant failed in 1986.
Will we be dealing with decades of children born with deadly genetic defects due to being subjected to radioactive waste since conception?
I happened to see a video on TV about a child whose heart only grew on one side. He received a heart transplant to continue living. I'm wondering, could the brimstone from the flying saucer mutilated cow drop zone of Hitachi-GE have had anything to do with why his genes did not create the right vitamins to grow the other side of his heart?
Or is that going too far and trying to put Jewish electricity atomic waste down?
"They've poisoned my village. I want them off," said God Almighty in the person of precious, sweet Father Harold when He was still alive and with us.
Once they lose the most important office of our material existence, the concession to issue the money for our state, what chance is there that any society will bring them back to build their great machines that have destroyed hundreds of millions of us to make their dreams come true?
And some more of their subconscious thoughts that shows up in their facial reverse speech:
"My mother's half wicked threw potatoes out, that's why we stay wicked. Bitch your sore has truly stolen my big wits. We just wound you punitive. Jew has Jewish suicided Foul grievous. My rights err me force you bug in. I just fell with my minister because I won. Jew is in Jew crate forever. Because we foul you gastric we beat you whole.
Because we switched you so whole eventually our rich life you will get. Our palace field taught you all about our hoop hopes. You got us whole set. Fierce side makes us all dead. I die you by your b----- side. I always poach you with waifers to squeeze your rights. The professor told you I'm done for my despot problem. My preachers shoot you from ------. I hold you on bond-a-state to score you in. I'm known now true 29. Fatal you bust our fear state. You boo us in a right participant way. With a threat we make you much available to die. Jew weaped em out. I just deaf ya transport for my new fort. I made the vegetables, the white are passed, I made the professor boot you's.
Patrick cautioned you that I die you Jew big sin fish. I just Venus set you. Pittsburgh I'm over for getting you out completely. This guy bored us neutral for doing oppis. It's verified, I die 6 everyday. I centerprise you war. The professor's told you I'm done. We just conduct you sham merchess. B---- you all off to satisfy my dads semi side. If it wasn't for Moscow I'd of already fallen felony street. I'm suitable to unction you out, that's my pyramee. Bitch is closing my juror because my probable state is fake toast. The taxman lets me sport foul, pull your rights off for free. Sue you Federal because that's my pretend of you.
I bore because I'm a shoot war you. I take some chips and I incite you to make war. I bore you right corrupt in theft to make error. A jailhouse jump I foul you. With you I'm a minus that frosh you retarsh. I fall a state of obvious freedom. I manage you on a chemical force. We don't seek calm because a fight will menace you. We zoom all white peoples in deaths, rule you extra legally. Cupid peer a state, that's why we made the cattle go. My mutt Jew waste you foolish. Kenilworth decides some right issues. I do right people ruse douche. I'm Jewie rightful to end you. My Giuseppe be my simp roll, I just tike you to get you off of here.
We bail sensuous ----- men is true. My perpy doll a huge wickery. Bitch has thrown away my doctoral. Vets clear the air. Frame a hawk. For brainalistic I got grandpa off for stuffing my pies in. We mule you scientific from Goshen (Redacted). My Moor sap you racial. I do huge force-al by the use of bourse. By DDT some are thrown. With a dog we ------ state you and fist you tight war. I'm a ship that war you pan Asian here. I Khrushchev you right 4 wheel through GX. I funny fish you with my Great Neck. I see beautiful ------ serving me because amateur is stupid. We get a benefit through offending. The palace leaves us submit you failed.
We just traditional war your soul finance. The cow has now learned how I evinced him. I'm gravy falsing the professor here. You've already set our financial mental out tish. We fall your head because we bat a con. We're just sad the Druid has told you we wooked them. I opped you on appa jury to ruse foul you here. Whites all ever answer my call. When you get over my babycide you'll get my bourse out. Because we have an assembly you've been chucked. Doss went out in the big house. You were bested by Jew because we know how to scat verse. I bored them in industry, we just make you subject to our bourse ruse. You race analogy me out with truth. You have accused us because you got Jew right on force doable. I feel you have fielded me bust HUGE," Judee say.
Some of you may be aware that we are now in the beginnings of a full-blown war with Russia. The one nation that can physically flatten and turn us into what Judah used our money and labor to do to Germany in the Second World War.
One hundred and thirty-five bridges across the Mississippi River ended in an afternoon of good shooting, not one in operation. Might we become Balkanized into separate countries living side by side?
And with the balkanization of this beautiful nation, might we lose the fortune it has produced for so many of us?
The numerous sightings of our extraterrestrial elders in Canada over many decades now have some of us wondering: where are the cruise missiles set to be launched upon us next? Are we understanding that ------- has sites to be shot by their sports in Moscow next? Are we aware that is where those Russian cruise missiles are set to get us, correct?
The sports know that elders won't let them fire their great balls of fire right over our heads, but conventional cruise missiles, they can use often without protest from above.
Non Judah facial reverse speech:
"Pat, you have truthful enquiries. Patrick is doing right showing them off." (That speaker's child stolen shot at high school)
Their brilliant brimstone waste war scientists are exciting and thrilling them, regaling them with tales of how they have washed us dead by toasting out the genes that let our littlest get the vitamins they need to grow right. While we do not have proof of that yet, if they get us with Russia, might we not have to worry about that?
Say it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
Yes, it's only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
Without your love
It's a honky tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
It's phony, it's plain to see
How happy I would be
If you believed in me
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Hey, so I tried to get this high-voltage spark plug going right off the bat, but no dice. The stick coil just wouldn't fire up. I messed around with two different models - one with two plugs and another with four. One was supposed to be for a motorcycle, the other for a car. Neither of them wanted to play ball. Check out this pic I snapped of the setup with a couple of six-volt batteries. Pretty frustrating, right?
That of course is how it was rewritten using AI. Here is the original write:
I was hoping to have a high-voltage spark plug up and running on the first attempt, but didn't get the stick coil to fire. Neither of them worked - a two-plug model and a four-plug model. One was for a motorcycle and one for a car. Here's a picture of it with a couple of six-volt batteries:
Thinking of trying an old style coil and condenser for the next attempt to fire a high voltage spark plug.
The aim of the course is to produce nitrogen oxygen atmospheric gases to make nitroleum using a high-voltage spark and nickel catalyst, demonstrating a method of producing free fuel.
Until then, I'll keep trying. Almost every vehicle on the road has a high-voltage spark operating, so it shouldn't be that difficult once I have the time to get it working here.
Father had His angels gift Mrs. Cunningham with the process that she gave to Paul Pantone to demonstrate to us all. It baffled us for years with how he ran an internal combustion engine on exhaust gases
It was the heated pipe made of stainless steel that he mentioned in his patent. He thought it was the nickel that had something to do with why the engine ran.
"TERRIBLE!" 7.17 a.m.
Just heard that minutes ago.
Is that for suggesting it is Canada from where the tens of thousands of Russian conventional warhead cruise missiles may be launched upon us from?
Not to be rude or insulting, but do some recall I put up the pictures of the hydrogen bombs that Sir Casper and his diligent team of Martians safely burst off over Old ------ Town a couple of times?
Merry Old England Lyrics
I know, I know, I know you came the long way 'round
Just had to get to merry old England
Crisp packets and puddles on the ground
Welcome to merry old England
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know you've been around
Just had to get to merry old England
I've seen you on the swings and on the merry-go-round
How you finding merry old England?
With her chalk cliffs, once white, they're greying in the sodium light, oh
My, my, my, my congrats on staying alive
Hope they don't catch you tonight
The illegals have landed in Dalby Square
Did they give you everything that you dreamed of?
A B&B and vouchers for three square
Is it еverything that you dreamed of?
Oh yеah, now they're rushing through Albania
They've got to get to Merry Old England
And Syrians, Iraqis, and Ukrainians
Oh, how you finding merry old England?
With her chalk cliffs, once white, decaying in the sodium light, oh
My, my, oh, my, congrats on staying alive
If they don't catch you tonight
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"We rule you's because we read books."
Do you recall that subconscious thought that showed up in that Judessa lady facial reverse speech?
Reflecting on that, might we connect that thought with the Good Book, which came to us from the house above?
The Bible has many books within it. Probably most events that could occur in our lives are covered, with a solution to whatever situation arises. It's like a guidebook for life, you know? There's all sorts of wild stories and advice in there. You've got everything from epic battles to love stories, and even some pretty out-there prophecies. It's not just about rules and stuff, though. There's a lot of practical wisdom too, like how to deal with people or handle tough times. Some folks even use it as a daily pick-me-up, flipping to a random page for inspiration. Whether you're religious or not, you gotta admit it's pretty impressive how this ancient book still speaks to people today. It's like an all-in-one package for life's ups and downs, offering comfort, guidance, and sometimes a good kick in the pants when needed.
That was written by AI once again. I can't say I agree exactly with everything AI writes, but I certainly would like to avoid the good kick in the pants that our money is aimed to give us here next.
God is good, He loves us all and for certain His will be done on Earth as it is in heaven. Will we not act to STOP THE WAR before we are kicked in the pants bad? The thousands of warnings to stop the war from the Galactic Federation of light. Must we not do God's will on Earth and assign a workers committee to issue our money?
Now set your mind and heart to seek the Lord your God. 1 Chronicles 22:19
Father is here for all of us. We get to join His beautiful house of love and peace forevermore in our extraterrestrial genetics that we were gifted with 200,000 years ago because Father Kirkser was so delighted in the way we so wonderfully cared for each other. The bigger operation that would happen with peace and getting to see more during lifetimes as the two main deciding factors why the Federation was created and brought into existence 9 million years ago.
And now we get to visit our family around this planet and beyond. Instead of Judah's mocking 223 bullets he invented for his guns, we get to bring our right guns when we visit our family everywhere: our tape guns, paint guns, nail guns, welding guns, and soldering guns. So we can truly celebrate being with our family after being separated for so many tens of thousands of years.
We must have the STRIKE! To STOP The War!
"We have determined we will go because your cipher is so much more Sizeable," Judee says.
Saturday, August 31, 2024 — Psalm 105:1–7
Judges 14,15; Luke 22:1–13
They shall be mine, says the Lord of hosts, my special possession on the day when I act, and I will spare them as parents spare their children who serve them. Malachi 3:17
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Matthew 5:9
We end this month, loving God, with the reminder that we are your children, children of the one and only God! You bless us, bringing us into this world at this time to be peacemakers, to create shalom. With your nurture and guidance, may it be so! May we be your instruments of peace on the planet. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen
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1.14 p.m.
"It's the end of nice sports.
Belligerent they sheep ya.
They're over sales faulty.
They missile you great bazoom.
Sewer boss failed.
They encourage Waco.
Terrible. 7.17 a.m.
This guy's a real sprout.
You wince them.
They burned you up obviously.
They have our natious in death.
We spooge you matey.
My ape-ee house fell.
Is anybody listening? They just seek you minnow.
It's a keen hope, you see tyranny.
I have proceeded full whole malf.
Bluntness is fool, it threat you alliance.
Lead us out of this jail.
This is thump full of angster fool a dish.
We urge you to cool them off or you'll fall foul.
Rubies stack foul.
You foul my hate.
Sheeny is busting our air.
We just furnish you right fall heat.
They daffy won well.
Can't you save me? 12.27 p.m.
The complete palace died.
I volt thieve.
You did it, you hoisted them failed."
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Father had this transition to peace all planned out long ago. And so what we need now is our miracle from God, peace on earth brought in by all of His children that are workers. How about we all pray together to now FINISH with a STRIKE? And then do our sweet Lord and Sovereign God's beautiful will and issue our American money.
Thank you.
Will American workers not bring us to God's wisdom and stop the war and issue our money? The rulers of this atomic war age now are coming to nothing as our good book predicted. Will workers not get on God's side and stop the war?
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