"Those, who follow Lucifer,
can be the smoothest, the most charming of all.
The evil ones have gained control of your
legislative bodies, where they get their way 95 to 100% of the time. These evil
ones have you sewed up. They own you; they own your media and work to destroy
your youths. You are decadent and this is why you must go as a nation." –
the Father to Linda Newkirk
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"Precious Child, it is
I, Master Jesus. Sit and write from atop the Mountain; for your cries have been
heard to the heavens. Time is short to get these messages out and you need
great discipline to get them typed, so that they can be published."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Child, climb into My
chair of power, wisdom abundant, knowledge, miracles and more. You shall need
to prepare your son-glasses for microscopic vision; for, you shall need to look
far below. Write as seen, and given."
"My Lord, I am looking
far below and find myself in a room. There is a man in this room, pacing back
and forth, who appears to be George Washington; but as I look at him man I know
that he is wearing a disguise. When he takes off the disguise, I see that he is
a younger Ronald Reagan."
"‘Tis so, Child."
"Why the
disguise?"
"What is before him,
Child?"
"The Declaration of Independence . This George
Washington/Ronald Reagan enigma looks admiringly at this document and seems to
be pleased. There are others in this room, where a celebration is unfolding. He
approaches others with the ‘high-five’ sign, slapping their hands with glee. I
look outside and see abundant snow on dark, narrow streets, and with the
exception of several horses tied to posts just outside the door, all seems
rather deserted. Inside, Washington
rolls up the Declaration of Independence and puts it under his arm; then, he
takes a lantern, leaves the festivities, and heads down the snow-filled street.
He follows the street a short distance and comes to a door, which is labeled
‘Martha Washington.’ He knocks on the door and much to my surprise Nancy Reagan
answers the door. She invites him into a modest house and they sit at a table
for two.
‘The Yankees are coming,’ he says. ‘We must bed down
for the night.’ Then, they put on their nightcaps and go to bed. At 1:00 AM
there are three, strong knocks at the front door. A very large man, resembling
the late Dan Blocker, stands at the door and says, ‘The Yankees are coming, we
must prepare.’ The two dress hurriedly and go outside into the cold night air,
where the snow is falling steadily. Martha takes a broom and begins to sweep
aside the snow, but it falls faster that she can sweep.
‘Get into the carriage!’ George exclaims. ‘Hurry, the
Yankees are coming!’ Hurriedly, Martha jumps into the carriage and the fat man
drives. The roads are very rocky and Martha’s hat keeps falling over to one
side. Washington
blurts out, ‘What shall we do about the Melai Massacre?’ Martha pretends not to
hear and keeps on knitting. As they travel on, they come to a small stream
called ‘The Stream of Life,’ and they cross it. It is rocky, indeed, but they
go over, even though the carriage sways from side to side. ‘Get me some lotion,
Martha,’ George commands. ‘My hands are chapped, and this journey shall be
long.’
Martha pulls a bottle of
Jergens Lotion from her purse and oils his hands and feet. Washington is beginning to look very old;
his hair is white and sparse and his face is chapped. ‘What shall we do,
Martha? The Yankees are coming and they shall kill us, surely.’
‘Dear, we shall ride the West Wind. Ride the West
Wind!’ In the flight on the West wind, the two get caught up in cinders.
Gray-black cinders cover them and Martha says, ‘I despise soot. Look at us. We
are black with filth.’
‘Yes,’ Reagan says, ‘but, we have reached our
destination; we are at the base of the mountain. See the writing of the
mountain, ILLUMINATI WELCOMES YOU, WELCOME HOME.’
At the base of the mountain
is a black door, through which both enter, awaited by cheering crowds. Then,
they lie on conveyor belts and travel down them until they end in front of
steam pressers, like those found in laundries. Both Ronald and Nancy pass
through the steamers and are ironed flat. Someone dressed in white, with a
chef’s hat, takes them off the conveyor and stands them up. At first, they look
like cardboard cutouts, but soon they begin to expand on their own. As they
come to life, they begin mingling with in the crowd.
As I look over the crowd, I
see George Bush, President Carter, Gerald Ford, Lyndon Johnson at the bar
drinking one shot of whiskey behind the other, Clinton, Gore, of course the ‘R’
man, Queen Elizabeth, Newt Gingrich, and an array of other people I do not
recognize. I see a famous movie director from Los Angeles , Henry Kissinger, and Barbara Walters,
hobbling on a cane. Nearby is Diane Sawyer. There are many at this gathering,
who embrace evil."
"Yes, Child, ‘tis
so."
"My Lord, why did you
show me this?"
"To show you something
about the history of your country."
"So, George Washington
was of The Illuminati?"
"‘Tis so."
"Ronald Reagan is the
spirit of George Washington?"
"Back again."
"Looks like he picked
the same wife?"
"Have you not seen
it?"
"Yes, My Lord. Washington had much to
do with the founding of our country, yet he loved the secret societies of
evil?"
"Both George and
Martha were caught up in this evil."
"Who are the
‘Yankees?’"
"Those they consider
infidels."
"What do you
mean?"
"Those opposed to
Illuminati causes."
"Why would they be
concerned about this?’
"Threats to power,
Child."
"We believe that good
men founded this country, but it was a haven for Luciferians from the
beginning."
"The wheat grow with
the tares."
"Why were they so
eager to get away from the ‘Yankees?’"
"They had a dread, a
fear of being caught."
"So, they carried this
fear with them when they crossed the stream of consciousness?"
"‘Twas one rocky
road."
"Why did they make a
decision to go west in this life?"
"To get away from Washington and their
past."
"But they went back to
Washington ."
"Yes, indeed. For,
unresolved conflicts draw one to the same places and situations."
"Explain the cinders
and the soot."
"What do you believe
this to be?"
"When they died they
were caught up in darkness."
"This and more."
"Please explain."
"Where there’s smoke,
there’s fire."
"They went to
hell?"
"Were they not black
with soot?"
"Yes, My Lord. If they
went to hell last time for their secret, dark doings, why did they come back
and get into the Illuminati darkness again?"
"Birds of a
feather."
"Reagan could be so
charming."
"Charming, indeed,
just as Clinton
is charming. Those,
who follow Lucifer, can be the smoothest, the most charming of all."
"My Lord, why was
Martha trying to sweep the snow at night?"
"What is the
snow?"
"I cannot be
sure."
"Drought of the
soul."
"Like a cold soul?"
"Exactly."
"So, she was trying to
expunge guilt by her actions?"
"Expunge coldness,
absence of Me."
"My Lord, they entered
the cave and went down the conveyor through the presses. What does this
mean?"
"Through ritual,
Child, their humanness has been ironed out. They came out stiff from ironing
and then became the life of the illuminati party, did they not?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Then, ‘tis so, in
real life."
"Reagan has seemed so
easy-going."
"In some ways, yes.
Where he is lacking, Nancy
supplies the iron."
"This is most
amazing."
"Amazing, yes, how the
Luciferians have managed to control you from atop since the beginning."
"And, we hadn’t a
clue."
"Neither, do many of
them, Child. They just feel the pull of like mind and spirit and they travel
it."
"With these at the
top, how have we managed to stay afloat as long as we have?’
"Child, you have had
many in your government, who were not Luciferians."
"Like John Kennedy,
perhaps? Was he killed because he would not go along with the Luciferian
plans?"
"He was killed
because he would not accept their plans for world expansion."
"You mean,
the New World Order?"
"This and more."
"This and more."
"Like, what?’
"He would not smoke
the ‘big cigar.’ See the ‘big cigar.’"
"My Lord, I see a big
cigar, which reads ‘Money changers.’ The cigar has a brown door, which opens to
a dark stairway, which has a single light on the wall."
"Go down the
stairway."
"My Lord, I have done
so; it is exceedingly cold here at the base of these stairs and the wind is
howling, like an Arctic wind. I see a steel-gray, metal door in front of
me."
"Push open the door.’
"I have done so and
find myself amidst great boulders of ice, and snow is all about. I see an
office in the rear of the room and the lower part of this office is wooden, but
the upper part is glass, and I can see into the room. The door to the office
has writing, which says, ‘Rothschild only;’ and I see one of the ‘R’ family in
the office chewing up a huge cigar and spitting out the chewed up pieces.
Incredibly, he is spitting out these chewed up pieces, spit and all, into ice
trays and freezing this concoction in various freezers, lining the walls and
hallways, as far as I can see. Looking beneath, I see three basements full of
these ice trays. So, My Lord, this ‘R’ man was in on the death of JFK because
he would not play and pay the Illuminati way?"
"This, and more."
"Like, what?"
"Like, whom?"
"My Lord, whom?"
"Child, who has his
nose up the rear end of this ‘R’ man?"
"Lyndon Johnson. You
mean, he knew?"
"Not only did he know,
he was an active player."
"Did Oswald fire the
shots that killed Kennedy?"
"Child, you know the
story. He was a plant. The real shots came from elsewhere, from those within
your own government, from your own Illuminati secret service. Child, why do you
believe them to be called ‘Secret?’"
"Because their deeds
are so evil, and they must work in darkness that others not know."
"‘Tis so, Child. Like
attracts like."
"My Lord this is
chilling and dark to the core."
"Yes, indeed, Child,
the Illuminati have controlled nearly 2/3 of your presidents."
"Now, we find out. All
the time, we believed we had a democracy."
"Child, you have had a
battle ground, where good and evil have fought for control. At least, you have
had this chance, but this has changed dramatically. The
evil ones have gained control of your legislative bodies, where they get their
way 95 to 100% of the time. These evil ones have you sewed up. They own you;
they own your media and work to destroy your youths. You are decadent and this
is why you must go as a nation."
"My Lord, I know and
the fall comes swiftly."
"‘Tis so, Child, as
you are ripe. Go in me. I am Jesus. Yea Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."
As witnessed, recorded and
dictated this 16th day of October, 1997,
Linda Newkirk
Linda Newkirk
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