"My Lord, we know that the crafts of Hollywood are but fantasy and so many are lost in this illusion. It pains me to know that many cry ‘Lord, Lord,’ but are lost in the material world."
More from Chapter 23
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More from Back to Room Five
"My Precious Child, I
am your Master Jesus; and once more I have brought you back to My Holy Mountain
and into Room Five of the Sacred Hallway far under the River of Life
"Yes, My Lord, I am
here sitting in the chair and all around me are the pristine white
surroundings. The air is fresh and pure and I am enveloped in complete peace
and calm. Yet, My Lord, as I look in the direction of the desk which has the
screen with the knob, I hear rumblings emanating from it. In fact, this small
screen, which sets of the pedestal, is beginning to shake violently and steam
is spewing forth from it. The spewing steam has caused the screen to tilt
toward me and I see a black train coming to a screeching halt. The conductor of
the train says, "All aboard now!" I see Nancy Sinatra enter the
train; and she is dressed as an early US settler, wearing peasant clothes
and a bonnet. Smiling, she gives the conductor a quarter and she goes a little
ways down the isle and takes a seat on the right behind the conductor. But,
suddenly, My Lord, her whole attire changes to that of a witch and her
countenance is angry. She wears a black top hat, a black dress and even black
shoes with a buckle. He teeth drip blood and she hisses as she speaks. Nancy gets up and goes
back to the conductor, ‘The dime is mine,’ she says.
And, the conductor opens
his white gloves to show her that he has no dime in his hand, but a swimming
pool with very clear water. Nancy jumps into the
pool, leaving the witch’s costume behind; and the conductor closes him palm,
putting Nancy
and the pool into his pocket. But, immediately the conductor has a heart attack
and falls over dead. The train, which never left the track, has many ghoulish
people, and a number of them are dressed as witches and goblins. On the outside
of the train are the words, ‘Hell bent!’
Then, in his madness the
wolf runs the length of the train, panting, growling and howling. One reaches
down to pick up Marilyn’s shoe and I see that the person is Carol Burnett.
‘Poor Marilyn,’ she says. ‘She never had a chance!’ Elsewhere on the train are
many people dressed in black. Some are busy doing arts and crafts and others
are fast asleep. I see several well-known actors, a well-known chef, an
admitted sex addict and some other Hollywood
types from times past. One, who stands out, is Janice Joplin.
Outside the train, I see
Art Linkletter and he is whistling happily. ‘Where is Mary,’ he questions? ‘I
am looking for Mary.’ Trailing behind him is Bill Cosby and he, too, is
whistling happily. Suddenly aware of the train, Bill stops and says, ‘Funny
place for a train to stop. Nothing here but a graveyard.’ And, as Bill says the
word ‘graveyard,’ I see it to his left and the entranceway bears a huge arch
with the words, ‘Has-beens.’
A fairy with a wand comes
up behind Bill Cosby and says, ‘A penny for your thoughts.’ ‘Oh, I better not
do that,’ says Bill. ‘My thoughts must not be bought, lest it be known that I
am the man with the plan, well, for the DNA Plot.’ The fairy stands there a
while and continues to talk with Bill Cosby but Bill waves his hand as to
indicate ‘no’. And, as he does so, the ground suddenly begins to sink beneath
Bill’s feet, and he quickly finds himself at the bottom of a very deep hole.
Art turns around and calls out, ‘Bill?’ And, straightaway, he sees the
perfectly round hole carved out of the ground with Bill Cosby at the bottom of
it. Bill sits there smoking a cigar and typing on an old manual typewriter.
‘What are you typing, Bill,’ says Art. ‘I am typing my obituary,’ says Bill.
‘Why?’ questions Art. ‘You have plenty of time.’ ‘No,’ says Bill, ‘I am afraid
that my time is running out and I don’t want to wind up in that cemetery of Has-beens
Then, a thick fog, a
rolling mist, falls upon Bill in the hole. It covers Art; and the train can no
longer be seen. The cemetery disappears, for all is caught up in the dense fog.
But, from within the deep clouds of white mist, I hear the train as it begins
to start up. Its engine belches fire and smoke; and the smoke begins to cause
black whirls within the dense, heavy fog. Slowly, the long black train moves
down the tracks, the sounds of metal grinding against metal. Erie screeches and grinding scrapes, painful
groans and chugs fill the thick air. From the sounds of the train whistle, I
know that that the hell-bent train is moving slowly but surely on its path to
its final destination, straight into the howling pits of hell.
"My Lord, I do not
know why you gave me this vision, but I suspect that it is both a statement of
fact and a warning to others to repent and to come back to you."
"Child, you have seen
it."
"My Lord, we know that
the crafts of Hollywood
are but fantasy and so many are lost in this illusion. It pains me to know that
many cry ‘Lord, Lord,’ but are lost in the material world. I pray that all will
take heed of this black train; for any, who love the world and dismiss You and
what you have to offer, will surely get caught up on this train on it journey
into the dark abyss."
"My Lord, I pray for
Bill Cosby, that you strengthen him and help him through his great trials, as I
know that He has suffered so. I know that he has a good heart and has helped
many. Bless him, My Lord; strengthen him to make the right choices about his
life, for as he shall soon pass, so shall many of us. My Lord, we all need your
precious love and guidance in our lives more than ever and may it be so."
"I pray for all the
souls on this train and others we do not see or know about. You know that I
have been on this train and by your grace you delivered me. I pray for Nancy
Sinatra, My Lord, that you bring a spiritual miracle into her life. And, I
thank you, My Beloved Lord, that great miracles come about in the hearts of
many on this dark train, that you deliver them even at the 12th hour. In your holy
name, Precious Jesus, I pray these things."
"Now, My Lord, as you
have shown this train, I pray that all take it to heart and begin anew to live
for you, that each of us know your grace, your love, your peace, hope, joy and
beauty. Help us all, My Lord; and deliver our families from this evil, lest
they get caught up in this graveyard of has-beens or on this train into hell. My
Lord, so many of us worry so about our families and I beg you on behalf of so
many that you bring deliverance into our families. Please, My Lord, help us.
For, the ones, who love you so, weep for the lost in their families. Let your
will be ours and give us the strength to carry it out. In Your Precious Name,
My Lord, let it all be done."
"Worry not, My Little
One, for so much is out of your hands. Be steadfast and pray always for the
lost. For, you never know who will receive My Light and be a light for many
others. So despair not, my Little One, but continue on in faith, knowing that
many of you shall see many miracles according to your faith; and many of your
family members you suppose to be lost forever shall come around."
"My Lord, we cling to
this hope. I know we must continue on with the prophecy of December 02,1998 and
the pirate’s booklet. Please explain the phrase, which says, ‘Blocked Colon and
Blocked Artery.’"
"As you seek to know
this, My Child, go to the door, which is marked, ‘No way in and no way out;’
and knock three times. Then, enter."
"My Lord, I knock
three times on this very old, thick door and it is so hard that it hurts my
knuckles. I believe that it is made of black marble."
"’Tis so, Child.’
"The door swings open
slowly to reveal a room, which has been closed off for a long time. A musty
smell pervades; and dust flies up as I take a step into the room. Something is
hanging from the ceiling. On closer inspection, I see that it is the remnant of
a dead chicken, which is mostly bones with a few feathers and dried skin stuck
to the bones. There is little light, but I see that the walls are made of
jagged stone. Surely, I am within a cave; and before me is a very narrow
pathway, which leads toward the back of the cave. What shall I do?"
"Continue on."
"A cool draft sweeps
past me, and I have a spooky feeling, but I know that Your Spirit is my
constant friend and companion, and I know that I am safe. So, I continue on the
narrow path and around some boulders until I come to a second room. Even though
the lighting is very dim, I can see clearly a very large casket before me,
which is placed well off the floor on a pedestal. Atop this casket is a stone
statue of Lenin. My Lord, I cannot be sure, but I believe I hear a heartbeat
coming from the stone statue."
"Oh, you hear it,
alright."
"You mean, Lenin may
look like a cold, dead statue without life, but his heart beats still."
"He has never been
dead."
"Tell me more."
"His spirit
roams."
"Should he not be in
hell?’
"Child, Lenin was
possessed by demons of great measure."
"You mean, like
Hitler?’
"Exactly."
"So, it’s the same old
demons haunting the same old places."
"Unless they are
remanded back to hell; and most don’t get sent back."
"Why?"
"There are two
reasons: 1. No one with authority in the Earth has done so; and 2. Your Father
has allowed them to stay."
"I see."
"So, Lenin’s demons
are just waiting to take over again?"
"They have and you
know it not."
"You mean, people
think that Lenin is asleep, but this is a lie."
"Exactly. People believe
that Lenin is a thing of the past, dead, and out ‘yonder.’ But, he is
alive."
"Well, My Lord, what
does ‘No Way in and No Way out mean?’"
"Child, it means that
you have been tricked if you believe that you have caused a fall of communism
in Russia .
You have no way in and no way out in this. Understand?"
"No, My Lord."
"Democracy has no way
in and no way out."
"I’m still lost."
"Child, freedom has no
way in and no way out of communism. It cannot get in and it cannot get out.
See?"
"Yes, My Lord, now
that you say, ‘freedom.’"
"Child, communism is
forced slavery. It is Luciferian at the core. The truth does not get in and it
does not get out."
"But, My Lord, I know
that Bibles have gone into Russia
and that some people have been able to come out out of Russia ."
"Yes, my Child, this
is so; but truth, My truth has not reached the minds of the communist leaders.
They will not change; for they are communists, who are owned by Lucifer, and
controlled by demons of great statue. These people will not change, so you must
see that there is no way in and no way out."
"But, My Lord, I pray
for miracles."
"Child, you will see Russia go back
full red; and when they can no longer drain you, they will become once more
your arch enemies. They have played your games to use you. You have not made
inroads into the minds of the communist leaders. They have played you for fools
and they have told you what you have wanted to know."
"So, My Lord, no way
out means that these evil people will not change, no matter what."
"They will not. Many,
many will die of starvation, disease and natural calamities; and when I come I
will set those free, who are worthy and the rest will take the train straight
into hell. All demons will be commanded into hell by Me and they will stay for
the thousand years of the Millenium. Understand?"
"Yes, My Lord. But,
until then, certain of your servants have the authority to send them there
right now?" "Yes, My Child, so long as this is also your Father’s
will; and all should seek His will in such."
"So, we have seen the
stone statue of Lenin with his heart still beating, but tell me about the
blocked artery."
"See, My Child, there
is no way into the heart, the center of communism, as the artery is blocked.
And, the colon is blocked meaning there is no way out. The died-in-the-wool
communists will not change. There is no way out for them as they are dark and
evil and you still not get through to them, ever. Understand?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Child, let us resume
at another time. I am Jesus. Yea, Jehovah, Most High God."
As witnessed, dictated and
recorded this 11th
day of December 1998,
Linda Newkirk
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