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(7) The Nazi Among Us! Dr Death Was Given Immunity and Protection and Placed in the U.S.A.
TWIG THE BLIND MAN
I giggle as I type these words "Helping a blind man." It sounds like a parable from the Bible but trust me, it is not. I probably should not call him the "Blind man" but disclosure of his real name is not the best idea at this time. No, not to protect the 'guilty' but to protect his privacy issues-which I will respect. I am sure that when all is said and done, "The Blind man" will allow his name to be released. I could use the initials 'BM' but that sounds way too much like bowel movement, and after I tell specifics in this story-it is just plainly not a very nice thing to do....so let's just call the "Blind man" ....hmmmm....errrrrrrr.............for laughter's sake...I will call him "Twig."
Why Twig? God is the tree and we are all 'twigs?" I am most certain that even though I have not had pleasant outcomes with him at this moment...I can be assured and know in my heart that he is one of "God's twigs" anyway and for that I will respect God's work in progress with him-thus respecting 'Twig." When all is revealed...I just know that Twig will understand that I love him, a sisterly love, no matter what has transpired between us and that he is an intricate part of God's mysterious ways at hand.God will reach him and he will understand his hurtful ways that have only hurt himself. History will not repeat itself with Twig-God tells me so and I believe. Twig will eventually allow love into his life, even if it isn't the type of love he was desiring. When all is revealed, I hope that Twig will acknowledge that God does exist and that he also, was chosen for a reason.
TWIG - MY NEW HOUSE GUEST
I met Twig after running away to Las Vegas. It was not in the conventional way of meeting but through an Internet 'friendship' sight. Apparently in his blindness, Twig had managed to get a hold of magnifying software, so that he could enjoy something out of his life. I was amazed that he had the patience to even go on the Internet in his condition, when I looked at the HUGE letters on the monitor and exactly what he had to do, to read and to type.
Twig was living with a single male friend who had taken him in for free. Years had passed, as well as many denials of Social Security funds to help him and Twig had given it one last shot with a lawyer this time. Twig, unfortunately had gotten lost in the cracks of the system, a combination of amotivation syndrome, learned helplessness and abandonment I suppose added to his dilemma.
Twig "shined" to me for some reason--shined; standing out to me--a spiritual standing out. He was funny-sarcastic-and often crude-I guess this just made Twig 'Twig.' I thought he would make a great comedian-to do some comedic side work with me-a duet of dysfunction. "The Las Vegas Rejects." Perfect name for the both of us. I found him hilariously funny and entertaining and that is all that mattered to me. I was alone in Sin City, working-losing jobs from bankruptcy-over and over and Twig was always there on the internet serving up funny bologna sandwiches when I arrived home and turned on the computer.
Don't Get Drunk and Be Stupid
I communicated with Twig for almost a year via internet, never meeting him in person. One thing I did learn about Twig was that he was defined by his "Don't fudge with me" attitude. He had sent a pity party-I am drunk while I am typing this e-mail filled with not so good things to me and I was shocked. Apparently Twig didn't realize that I am defined by my "Don't fudge with me" attitude also. Can you imagine Twig's surprise when little ole me sent him an "in your face" e-mail back? His response was of utter shock and I remember his response. "No one would dare have the balls to type these things that you just sent to me." Well guess what my Twiggy friend, I have the b's of King Kong and for being a girl I believe that is a very big feat in itself!
OI was so scared that I typed him back and told him the way it was with me. Don't mail this type of crap if you don't want the truth. Don't think I will feel sorry for you because I won't. Get off the pee-pot and do something about it and for cripes sake-stop the drinking if this is what you become!
The truth is the truth and I will not fear speaking my truths...even to Twig and even about a Nazi!
Don't Give Up!
Twig had many justifiable reasons to be this way, they may not have been the right way but nevertheless, it kept him safe for the time being and I fully understood why he was the way he was. I myself, have had a life of sadness and pain, so I just understood it. His Mom died of cancer when he was a little boy, his Father died in prison and Twig was left to be cared for by his Mother's Brother.
From the bits and pieces he has shared, his Uncle was a child abuser and so the story goes, Twig closed off from God and dabbled into the dark satanic arts. His anger was just residual remnants of past abuses, injustices and 'giving up.' I understood it completely. The difference between us? I don't give up and no matter what comes at me full force in my life...I won't give up.
Giving up is the "devils work." I don't and won't do the devil's work. Sometimes it is the last key that works on the ring! Don't ever give up and let the devil win! Kick him down and keep marching!
I met Twig only once-I had to pick him up because he was so legally blind that he could not read the bus numbers. He was a burly man over six feet tall, bald headed, goat-tee, and very much overweight. I would predict that he was over 300 lbs. He looked like he just got out of the state pen on a pass. (That's what I told him and we laughed.) We ate at the casino and I threw him a handful of cash and watched him trying to play poker on one of the machines. I mostly watched the rude, mocking people staring at him; his face shoved up about a half an inch from the casino screen.
I wanted to scream at all of them! Here is a man, an Ex Marine, someone who did so much for our country, who has lost everything in life, anything that was of any importance to him, he is so blind that he can not work in his Chef position any longer, no system will pay for his surgery, turned down by welfare and social services and here are these goofy people just staring and snickering. Makes me want to puke just to think about it now. And you say that the devil doesn't work through people? May I eloquently say..."BULLSH*T."
Looks Bad on Paper But Papers Often Lie!
Twig shared something with me right from the start of this odd friendship. "I am a registered Felon due to domestic violence of a family member." My ex-wife lied over and over, cleaned my accounts out, even her own Mom and Dad know she lied. I never touched her-they are all lies!
I should have been shocked and ran far away from Twig but I didn't. I lived on the opposite side of the fence. I used to be a victim of domestic violence and I received very little help from what we call our "Justice system." I saw it manipulated by the abuser, very easily. The abuser was believed and my children and I were abandoned to fend for ourselves.
I found my own response to Twig to be quite peculiar and not my normal way of thinking, possibly due to my own "Don't fudge with me attitude," especially where domestic violence was concerned. I didn't feel that way with Twig-I believed him and I was not afraid of him. God told me not to be afraid of him, so I wasn't. Sounds crazy but true. If you haven't figured it out...I don't scare too easily anymore, possibly due to my own life of abuses-thank goodness for that.
I gave Twig the benefit of the doubt because I do know that the devil is a liar! I am and I will always be happy for helping Twig the best I could-within my own 'condition.'
Liars & Haters & Judgment
Due to the temporary outcome of what has happened between Twig and I, I have been ridiculed and laughed at for wasting my time-money-and efforts on 'someone' like that. As I have said prior; "Don't let anyone tell you that you are not worthy of God in your 'condition' because it is a false! Twig is worthy of God, just as I am. He has just gotten lost again! Have we not all gotten lost time to time? If you say no than you are a big fat liar!
Twig mentioned sitting in jail for almost four months and how he got tired of sitting in a cell. He was lied to by the justice system, his lawyer and even in front of the Judge-when he finally gave in and pleaded "Guilty," the Judge chastised him for it. "Now I can't do anything to help you because you pleaded guilty." Twig had unfortunately sealed his fate by giving up. What had he lost?
Twig lost his child, he was forced to sign away his rights, never to be allowed to see him again, he lost his dignity, he lost the ability to find jobs, he lost the possibilities on renting in a nice place and worse, he lost the ability to find love due to this negative stigma that hovers over him. Twig in essence, was defeated, broken spirited and had given up when I met him. Twig had lost his "truth" and Twig was lost because of it. Twig had absolutely nobody in his life. Ironically, I understood Twig, his abuse, being abandoned, losing everything important in life but I just couldn't understand one thing..."You have me now Twig and I am trying to tell you about God...why won't you let me in and believe?"
TO THE EX WIFE WHO LIED & PLACED HIM IN JAIL & STOLE HIS SON AWAY
Lady wherever you are and I know that you will read this, you best make things right with Bud. You have done something very bad and you best bring his son to him and repent to God because you are in a sheetload of trouble with God the Father! Do the right thing when this time comes and things will be much better for you in the end. Jesus does have compassion for those who repent. This man has been mourning and suffering for years by your actions! Do the right thing because I will pray anathema over you and you will not win against God the Father. Do the right thing and bring his son to him!
THE DEVIL IS A BIG FAT LIAR
I arrived home from work one evening to receive a message from Twig.
"My room-mate got married-wife does not want me here any longer-Social security has not contacted me yet-I am certifiably street trash now."
I was stunned by this letter but not surprised. Yes, I know those type of people, I have met many of them in my own life; spewing lies into your face, while behind your back, a different story to go along with a very sharp knife! OUCH! The fakes-pretenders-hypocrites and often they come under the guise of Pastors, Ministers and Priests.(That has been a consistent word for me for many years!) Welcome to the real world my friends! I quickly sent a message telling him to call me...another...and another. Finally the last one got a response. "Don't make me go down to that bad area in the dark and look for you on the streets...I will be so pissed off." And so it goes, Twig did not want to deal with the 'wrath' of a woman who would be good and plenty mad to have to look through homeless people and dangerous areas in the middle of the night, after an eight hour, heavy work shift.
I drove to the "home of the banished" and picked him up, though there wasn't much to pick up-him and a bag. This is what he owned after forty something years of living. I could relate to that also. I pulled out the two brand new king Coleman's and blew them up in the middle of my living room. It was the least I could do, giving this man a temporary place to lay his head until his Social Security was approved and he got his checks/back pay right? Unfortunately no. His backpay was distinguished and he received very little of anything. Worse? I got laid off again from another job, two weeks after I extended my home to help him. I was distraught!
How do I take care of me and another person in Sin City, with no jobs available or in sight? I want to leave this God forsaken city...but God, what do I do with him? How do I put this man out on the streets again? How do I explain to you that I did such a thing to another human being to save myself? I couldn't do it. I cried, explaining my dilemma to God.
Twig was great about it. "Don't worry about me, I have been on the streets before. I will take care of myself, I will find a way." Yes, I understood that too. I have been homeless myself but that just didn't seem like an option. It was my heart. I just couldn't do it and I knew that if I did this...If I drove off without helping...I was doing what the hypocrites in church do. No! I am not leaving him on the streets to save myself-I had limited resources and I would be okay for months but eventually I would have to replenish this money, yet worse, traveling out of state with my belongings and furniture was going to cost me greatly!
I had been watching many, many people losing their jobs, their homes, their cars repossessed and not for the lack of trying to find a job. Good people were living in tents, children, it was the scariest thing to me. I have never seen it before and I knew that it would get worse. These people I speak about were not what many would say are just the worthless addicts, hobos, drunks, hookers. These were people of all walks of life, the good walk took them down a bad path with the economy. I was under great strain on what to do? I will keep looking for a job...and that I did...to no avail...what now God? What now?
ME? A MONTANA GIRL?
Twig and I did not realize that these circumstances had the hands of God on it-right from the very beginning. Eventually, God's work was recognized, at least by me. I decided that I would relocate out of state and I would take Twig with me. He had been stuck in Las Vegas since 1999 by a tidal wave of bad happenings, including his blindness. He said that he wanted to go back home to Montana months after arriving to Las Vegas and he had wished so badly to go home for a long time. Twig got his wish.
Montana? You got to be kidding me? Me? In Montana? I thought about it and giggled. Well, I did buy a cowboy hat but of course it was pink and it has glitzy glam all over it. Does that count? I had met a part time deputy in Billings, Montana on a Christian dating site...he said sure...it is great here and we can get to know each other better. Why not? I guess a New York girl can handle Montucky for awhile. I would also have a chance at meeting a great Christian man and who knows what can happen?
"I just like him Twig...This guy doesn't have the looks that I am attracted to nor the charisma that I am usually attracted to but somehow he shines to me. I don't understand it but I feel spritually drawn to him-really, really spiritually drawn to him." Twig didn't understand it and just shrugged it off. He did not know God yet so it was difficult for him to understand what I was trying so desperately to convey to him. I hoped that these great spiritual feelings were leading me to a new-good-man who loved God as I did. That is the only thing that I have not achieved in life-a good man with God in his heart.
NO SUCH THING AS GOD tsk tsk tsk
My mind was made up. Montana it was! Billings, Montana to boot! If I feel great things about this deputy, who knows, I may have to turn in my high heels for a pair of cowboy boots! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!" If it doesn't work out, I keep the stilettos, stay long enough to find some services for Twig, get him his eyes back, get him back to working and then I pack it up back to New York-somewhere-but I am getting out of Vegas. This seemed to make the most sense to me. That way I could live with myself and there didn't seem to be any other option-unless I wanted to live with great unrest in my soul for eternity.
What I know now, this option about Montana wasn't really an option. God had put his hands all over me, well before I made this decision. God had sealed my destiny the very evening that I had read Twig's e-mail of becoming "Certifiable street trash." I went and picked Twig up immediately-caring for another human being instead of just myself. God already knew where I was headed and he was guiding me there-guiding us there-I just didn't recognize it at the time and neither did Twig.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I CAN'T RENT A PLACE!
I was in a catch 22. No one from Billings, Montana would rent me an apartment. Why? Because I didn't have a job. No one would call me back on a job or give me a phone interview. Why? Because I didn't have an apartment. It didn't matter that I had funds in my bank account and I could cover the first/last and security deposit. (In the process-I do realize how people become homeless-it happens quite easily.) Another dilemma, Twig was a registered violent offender. That doesn't look so great on an application for an apartment. After over two weeks of trying for jobs, trying for apartments and being rejected, I was completely panicked and confused on what to do. Can we say that the word feeling "FRUSTRATED" was putting it mildly?
I walked into the condo, only to see Twig sitting on my couch in the darkness. He did this often because there wasn't much he could do anymore. It made me so sad. I felt sad, angry and defeated! Me, this five-foot- five-and-a half woman who usually feels ten feet tall on most days was feeling defeated! I sat down on the other couch and for the first time, in a very long time, I cried in front of another person. Now I am not saying that I have not let tears fill my eyes or slide down my face with no expression...in front of another. I am talking about the sad, pathetic, howling, heart wrenching sobs that even the Angels could hear when I let out the pain. I heaved it out of my body that day and I am glad Twig couldn't see me. He heard me though and that was more than enough to put on this poor man, who had his own heavy cross to carry.
My violation of the noise ordinance in the complex ended and Twig tried talking to me. Again telling me that it was okay to just leave him on the streets and go. He just didn't get it. Twig was as smart as a bag of rocks sometimes. I couldn't do that. I told him I was going to bed and that God would have to help us..I was out of ideas. I knew what this blind man sitting on my couch in the dark was thinking. I could hear his thoughts loudly, as I walked out of the room. "Sure God will. Tsk tsk tsk"
THE MOST POWERFUL PRAYER TO GOD
Sadly, I limped off to my bedroom, this horrible episode and losing my composure was more than I could deal with. I climbed into my warm bed and grabbed on to my pink blanket. Yeah, I have a pink blanket...what about it?...Want to make fun of me? I could do nothing more than to pray-and I did. I know that I prayed more ferociously than I have ever prayed before...well possibly as much as when I needed the demonic forces to leave me alone years ago. If God and the Angels did not hear my gut wrenching screeches of pain and tears, I am sure they must have heard my prayer-in fact, I am assured now that they did. I think that it may have just stopped the Heavens, if for maybe just that split second.
"Please God. I don't know what to do anymore. I have tried everything and nothing works. I am so lost and I just don't know what to do anymore. You know that I can't put this man out on the streets and I need to take him home. I have screwed up my whole life with bad choices, even when I thought I was making good choices. I don't know what to do with my life. I have lost everything that is important to me.
"You know me, you know my heart. I know that I havn't listened to you often, I know that I have always done what I want to do and let you follow me. This time, I promise that I will do what you tell me and I will follow. I promise. Please help me God. I am so lost. Please use me and guide me and give my life purpose because I have no purpose. After all these years of loving-I have nothing and nobody- it means I lived a life with no purpose- worthless- Give me a purpose - God please."
They may want to put him on a cross but it won't help against Jesus
God Heard My Prayer
Ironically, my phone rang a few hours later, the deputy was calling. "Hey, you are not going to believe it but an apartment just showed up and it is paid monthly, no lease." He gave me the website and I typed a written message online regarding my interest for this two bedroom apartment. The very next morning there was a phone message on my voicemail from a relative of the landlord, and also one from the deputy. "I am headed over there right now to make sure it is not a dump-I will call you shortly." Wow! I couldn't believe it. Someone heard my prayer! He called back to tell me that he thought I would love it. These were beautiful words to my ears!
I dialed the number and I had a great conversation with my prospective landlord. The conversation was over an hour long. I liked him so very much. We talked about life, Twig and his lack of eye sight-my life-Las Vegas, the government, WW2, CIA, everything under the sun. He abruptly stopped short saying, "It is not a good thing to talk over the phone of such things-when you get here-if you know what I mean-we will have a drink and talk in person okay?" I hesitated, taken back by his remark. I promised him a bottle of brandy to make hot toddies-and hopefully give him a good buzz, hearing him spill the beans on our government deception he briefly mentioned. Who doesn't love to hear a good conspiracy story right?
The landlord allowed me to rent his place, no credit check and with no job! We discussed the details of the hefty down payment to hold the apartment for our arrival in a few weeks. I was delighted! I explained that I was driving up with my furniture and belongings and asked if I could keep them in the apartment free of charge for those few weeks. I would drive back and return later with my vehicle on February 1st, 2009. He agreed and he was just as enthused with me-- his new found friend, as I was with him.
I hung up the phone and jumped up and down out of happiness! "You see Twig, God answered my prayers! Who would believe that this place just popped out of nowhere! And this man is great! It was like we knew each other already! Some spiritual connection Twig, I just feel so drawn to him, it was as if I knew him already-we both mentioned this on the phone-really strange! We are on the right path...I know it!" I felt forever indebted to this wonderful old man who helped me out in my time of need. "No matter what he or his wife needs, I will do it for free and so will you...understand Twig?...he did something good."
I was on the "right path" and for once in my life, I felt it in my soul. I was finally on God's path this time-for once in my life- I was finally doing it God's way and not my screwed up way! Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Thank you God! Thank you God! Thank you for helping me!
Strangely enough, I was on God's path but not in the way I had assumed. My travels lead me out of Sin City and off to Billings, Montana but it brought me more than what I had bargained for-Earthly and Spiritually.
It wasn't until after we arrived, when I saw a photograph of a Nazi, that I fully understood why all of these demonic attacks were assaulting me again. Oh, yes, God had his hands on this from the very beginning and I know that he has his hands on it right now.
THE BEST E-MAIL FROM A STRANGER
JANUARY 19, 2010
YOU GOT MAIL : )
DEAR Ghost Whisper 77
Not sure The NAZI title is`of referance to the Hiltler Regime
I to not to long ago once threw the salute to the devil in the air in pride of the wretched Evil One.I proudfully supported and preached the ways of the NAZIs.
I was saved By the Loving Savior Jesus Christ and On Jan 17 2010
I celebrated in a black church the truth of Jesus and the celebration of a true disciple in Christ Dr.Martin Luther King.I endured a true purpose a true Love and will drive on serving and speaking of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
CAN'T GET PAST HER SCARLET LETTER--AND THEY NEVER EVEN MET HER!
FOLLOW THE PATTERN!
The Ignition of a Flame
Nazi's Hidden Among Us
Many of you who are reading this may be quite confused by this story. I had written this on the instructions of God for His own perfect will and His own perfect appointed time. It has been seven years that I have been waiting for God to fulfill what He told me that He would fulfill. God does not lie and He always is faithful. Seven years of a walk in this fire with only God to protect me and guide me.
I have numbered the stories by chapters. Start from the beginning and read chapter to chapter and do not skip around or you will miss what God is showing you. It will allow you an understanding, a basic foundation of me, my life, my spiritual experiences with God, the demons and the devil. I pray that God allows you to grasp the full profound spiritual meaning of my story and how this all happened and where it started! This is the first part of my testimony of the Living God, Jesus Christ. It started with a prayer to God and it was activated in the spiritual and manifested in the physical.
Due to many, many things involved in this story, Politics-corruption-Nazi's and of course ...good versus evil...you will see my series in many categories. I am not quite sure where to put them due to so many variants. I will scatter them as if they are leaves on a windy day-hoping that the very lucky will get a chance to view "History in the making" and above all..to witness God's justice...prophetic and a warning to all who have not called upon Jesus as Messiah.
May God bless you!