I heard earlier today that Obama's lead over Clinton has gotten smaller, and this news has upset a few people that I know personally. So I thought I'd share a bit of my knowledge - since I wouldn't have cared to write about Obama or Clinton before today.
Being that Yahweh is my God, He has given me prescience in certain matters; I spent months taking things to God (and I still do to a smaller degree). He definitely made sure that I said the right things to Him, and offered up the right suggestions.
From what I understand, Iran will be bombed by the US, and some African nations will fall under the hand of violence from the US military (my guess is related to oil or the Islamic Republic). Now, this isn't set in stone - it's impossible for any 'future event' to be set in stone. The probability of these events taking place is high, unless people seek Yahweh or demand, with all their being, that they don't take place. Every word from Yahweh's mouth is conditional; Yahweh Himself will change His mind on certain situations if I take to Him an alternative. One fact is that there isn't much good coming to this planet; only a continuation of violence because there will be a continuation of prideful acts and a continuation of religious ignorance.
After all is said and done, and Yahweh refuses to look at anymore of the bullshit here - He will show rage (as I've pointed out in a few of my letters) by violent roars and worldwide "depressions", and by removing people out of Washington, DC's many High Seats - including the Seat in the White House.
It is my personal desire that Yahweh shows no rage while a black or female president is running the country. I want Him to prove a point, to every generation before us, that a rich white man can't have everything he sees; he can't rob everyone's land; he can't capitalize off everyone else's belongings; he can't make everyone a slave; he can't tell everyone how to dress; he can't tell everyone how to speak; he can't tell everyone who God is; and he can't charge everyone just to keep breathing. So I say to my few readers, don't cry for Obama, not today.
I'm sure that this blog, along with the one before it, means absolutely nothing to most of you - so I say to you as I always say, don't believe any of it, just remember.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Those Devils...
On Friday, my friend told me that he has begun speaking directly to Yahweh and saw a spacecraft - not the 'shooting star' type, but one that was luminous and slowed down for him. I, of course, asked him what he talked to Yahweh about - and he didn't give me anything specific. So I reminded him of the injustice and pain on this planet - that there are billions of people here who need help. He has a lot to learn, and I don't mind spending the time with him until he gets it. I told him that he'll need to stop being afraid of people - and he denied that he is. So I looked at him sternly and said again, "Yes, you are afraid of people." I said this to him because he will never be able to tell people the complete truth if he's afraid of them - and he will never be able to condemn an oppressor for their atrocities if he's afraid of what will happen to him.
I explained to him the exile of this planet, and why the planet has a veil covering it separating people from the sight of God. Using visual aides, I showed him that there is nothing that can't be explained using scientific methods, even if we simply don't have those methods today. I also made a mockery of spirituality and gods and compared them to magic and magicians, just to get my point across. I made reference to psychics and mediums, ghosts, and other 'paranormal' things, and also religion to get to my main point - the devils.
I first spoke about "The Liars of Heaven" in November of last year in my blog, but more needs to be said, all of which I explained to my friend. Firstly, when I talk about 'devils' I'm not talking about the ones you find in religious texts - I'm talking about people who do really fucked-up things to others. The devils above come from a planet(s) taken out of exile, but are very fucked-up in the head people - not as bad as people here, but they are still deranged individuals.
Their intent is to keep this planet in exile for as long as possible by helping religion be persistent (religion itself creates inequality and the shitty world we see when we look out the window). They know the gullibility of humanity, and know they can easily use the human imagination to their benefit. The human mind is their playground, because they know people will believe anything (as is obvious). If people simply stop and think logically, a devil runs out of options. Science has been the greatest threat to the work of a devil - and Yahweh is the greatest scientist. A scientist knows that if a ball rolls from one side of a room to another, then there must have been a force moving the ball - whether the house tilted, or someone pushed it. But suppose the ball rolled, and the house didn't tilt nor did anyone push it - what should we then think? Check out this YouTube clip regarding a 'poltergeist'. I assure you, there is nothing spiritual about it - if something moves, it moves because of a force, whether that force is seen or not. The technology a devil has is really an amazing thing, but unfortunately, it is used to keep people worshiping some invisible god believing in invisible entities - plunging the world farther in exile.
The same applies to psychics and mediums - their knowledge of others, dead and alive, comes from technology above (for real psychics and mediums anyway). Devils see most things that take place on this planet - so it is not hard for them to tell a psychic what is going on with another person, while at the same time, keeping the psychic oblivious to the fact that a devil is speaking to them. Most psychics and mediums have their own theologies and beliefs - often conflicting and contradicting. This alone should prove that devils are at work. You see, a devil will help you become a psychic, they won't deny you anything so long as you keep religion going. They may come up with their own rules, just so that there can be some sort of order (otherwise religion would quickly fall apart), but they won't deny anyone. And at the end of it all, the psychic and the medium dies and fades away just like everyone else - proving even more that no god was with them.
Now, no one could ever blame a devil for the world being as it is - if you choose to believe there are spirits blowing the wind then that's your ignorance, and is not their fault. So God will not judge a devil for screwing with a man's head, but he will judge a man for being an oppressive asshole because of his religion.
I explained to him the exile of this planet, and why the planet has a veil covering it separating people from the sight of God. Using visual aides, I showed him that there is nothing that can't be explained using scientific methods, even if we simply don't have those methods today. I also made a mockery of spirituality and gods and compared them to magic and magicians, just to get my point across. I made reference to psychics and mediums, ghosts, and other 'paranormal' things, and also religion to get to my main point - the devils.
I first spoke about "The Liars of Heaven" in November of last year in my blog, but more needs to be said, all of which I explained to my friend. Firstly, when I talk about 'devils' I'm not talking about the ones you find in religious texts - I'm talking about people who do really fucked-up things to others. The devils above come from a planet(s) taken out of exile, but are very fucked-up in the head people - not as bad as people here, but they are still deranged individuals.
Their intent is to keep this planet in exile for as long as possible by helping religion be persistent (religion itself creates inequality and the shitty world we see when we look out the window). They know the gullibility of humanity, and know they can easily use the human imagination to their benefit. The human mind is their playground, because they know people will believe anything (as is obvious). If people simply stop and think logically, a devil runs out of options. Science has been the greatest threat to the work of a devil - and Yahweh is the greatest scientist. A scientist knows that if a ball rolls from one side of a room to another, then there must have been a force moving the ball - whether the house tilted, or someone pushed it. But suppose the ball rolled, and the house didn't tilt nor did anyone push it - what should we then think? Check out this YouTube clip regarding a 'poltergeist'. I assure you, there is nothing spiritual about it - if something moves, it moves because of a force, whether that force is seen or not. The technology a devil has is really an amazing thing, but unfortunately, it is used to keep people worshiping some invisible god believing in invisible entities - plunging the world farther in exile.
The same applies to psychics and mediums - their knowledge of others, dead and alive, comes from technology above (for real psychics and mediums anyway). Devils see most things that take place on this planet - so it is not hard for them to tell a psychic what is going on with another person, while at the same time, keeping the psychic oblivious to the fact that a devil is speaking to them. Most psychics and mediums have their own theologies and beliefs - often conflicting and contradicting. This alone should prove that devils are at work. You see, a devil will help you become a psychic, they won't deny you anything so long as you keep religion going. They may come up with their own rules, just so that there can be some sort of order (otherwise religion would quickly fall apart), but they won't deny anyone. And at the end of it all, the psychic and the medium dies and fades away just like everyone else - proving even more that no god was with them.
Now, no one could ever blame a devil for the world being as it is - if you choose to believe there are spirits blowing the wind then that's your ignorance, and is not their fault. So God will not judge a devil for screwing with a man's head, but he will judge a man for being an oppressive asshole because of his religion.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
My Beginnings, My Story...
I know that there are some people who have recently begun reading some of my blogs, so I figured that I should introduce myself again and explain why I speak and write as I do.
Let's take a trip to the past.
The year was 1999, during the summer, and I was still 19 years old at the time (I didn't turn 20 until October). I used to work at Six Flags in Largo, MD as a Manager in the ride's department - it was a summer job while out of school.
One evening while leaving the park for the night, I, for whatever reason, looked at up that starry night sky, and an odd bright 'star' caught my eye - it simply didn't look like the rest. The 'star' began to move - it instantly shot off with an incredible speed in a circular or spiral motion then off into space. This all took place in about 2 seconds. I stopped walking and dropped my mouth in complete awe and looked around me to see if any of the other people saw what I just saw. But I don't think anyone else did, since they were mostly teenagers running around, playing with one another.
I never told anyone about that event except in the rare cases when friends asked, "Do yall believe in UFOs and aliens?" - then I would tell my 'little' story, but it was never taken seriously, not even by me - the one who actually saw that moving 'star'.
Now, at the time I was Christian, raised in the Pentecostal Church - and it was unacceptable for Christians to see such things... and talk about them. I became more and more religious as the years went on. Eventually, I became so religious, that I lost my religion... I learned too much and became too logical - it destroyed my 'faith'. In the process of me losing my 'faith', I ran across Brent's website where I noticed he talked a lot about justice and 'Yahweh' - but I couldn't fully understand him, since I had never thought about such things before. We had a few back and forth emails - and I learned only a little because of my religious mentality - it was still there, though I was no longer Christian. It was like a sober man speaking to me, a drunk man, drunk by my parents and elders and preachers from the time I was a young child - I couldn't fully grasp what he was saying. This all took place in mid 2003 when I was 23 (according to old emails that I see).
As time went on, I was on the verge of atheism, because I refused to believe in anything - unless it could be proven scientifically... and it was this little bit of understanding that never made me an atheist. I took on the view that 'God(s)' could possibly be a physical entity(s) - that he/she/it/they existed, but simply had nothing to do with this planet. In effect, I became deist. It was simpler for me to believe in God than it was to believe there wasn't one.
In 2005, I read through the Greek fragments of the Gospel of Thomas, and came across a line that reads, "A person old in days will not hesitate to ask a child 7 days old about his place in life and he will live." And from that line, I said to myself that I would give this a try, I said to myself that I would dump everything I've ever considered about God and the ways of life as I see - I will only continue to do what is necessary for me to keep breathing. I remembered that spacecraft I saw when I was 19. I would say to God(s), "Whoever you are, please speak to me. I will assume nothing about you, and I will only accept what you tell me about yourself." After this, maybe a few days later, I began to notice coincidental things happening around me. To this day, I'm unsure if I was simply responding to these things with a religious mindset or if God had anything to do with them. Even then, I told God(s), "I still don't know who you are, and coincidences are not enough. Even the religious have coincidences that they say are from their gods." After that, I had my first dream - in that dream, I was given the name of God as "Yahweh". After that, I was shown in dreams that there are many worlds, with intelligent life like ours - but only one God. I was shown that this planet is covered in darkness; I was shown many other things as well. (I actually continued to have these dreams until mid 2007.)
I said to Yahweh, often while outside at night smoking a cigarette, "Thank you for showing me who You are, and I can see that You want me to speak, but I don't know what to say. Dreams are not enough for me to speak - the religious speak from their visions and dreams, but I refuse to do that." This is when the spacecrafts first began appearing overhead in the night sky (and only in the night sky, or close enough to night when you can see the stars). They would show up every time I came outside - even when I hung out with my friends. I learned a lot about Yahweh from those experiences, so I began to talk to others about Yahweh. The spacecrafts then became (and still are) messengers of Yahweh to me, and began responding with fast speeds and bright lights to the things I would say about Yahweh, the lack of compassion and justice on this planet, and what would become of this place. They would also warn me, or oppose certain things I said or planned to do with slowly pulsating red lights - similar to red lights that warn airplanes of the antennas and buildings they sit on... except the glow was different and, of course, they were moving. At one point, something clicked in me, and I knew that I could take my plans to Yahweh - even if they involved changing His mind. This can be seen in my initial blogs concerning Zimbabwe and the HIV drug among others. But today is different - I don't need them to show up often anymore, since I can always speak on behalf of Yahweh wherever I go - but they do show up sometimes... they will definitely show up when Yahweh is ready to show rage to this planet.
In all this, I understand Yahweh - He is no mystery to me, and this allows me to effectively speak to people, telling them what's to come based on the character of Yahweh and what Yahweh revealed/told me. So, this is why I speak and write as I do.
A hell of a lot more could be said about all of this - but if I write a book on a blog, I doubt many people would read it all. A fuller version of this blog can be found in my Eden of Yahweh posts.
Let's take a trip to the past.
The year was 1999, during the summer, and I was still 19 years old at the time (I didn't turn 20 until October). I used to work at Six Flags in Largo, MD as a Manager in the ride's department - it was a summer job while out of school.
One evening while leaving the park for the night, I, for whatever reason, looked at up that starry night sky, and an odd bright 'star' caught my eye - it simply didn't look like the rest. The 'star' began to move - it instantly shot off with an incredible speed in a circular or spiral motion then off into space. This all took place in about 2 seconds. I stopped walking and dropped my mouth in complete awe and looked around me to see if any of the other people saw what I just saw. But I don't think anyone else did, since they were mostly teenagers running around, playing with one another.
I never told anyone about that event except in the rare cases when friends asked, "Do yall believe in UFOs and aliens?" - then I would tell my 'little' story, but it was never taken seriously, not even by me - the one who actually saw that moving 'star'.
Now, at the time I was Christian, raised in the Pentecostal Church - and it was unacceptable for Christians to see such things... and talk about them. I became more and more religious as the years went on. Eventually, I became so religious, that I lost my religion... I learned too much and became too logical - it destroyed my 'faith'. In the process of me losing my 'faith', I ran across Brent's website where I noticed he talked a lot about justice and 'Yahweh' - but I couldn't fully understand him, since I had never thought about such things before. We had a few back and forth emails - and I learned only a little because of my religious mentality - it was still there, though I was no longer Christian. It was like a sober man speaking to me, a drunk man, drunk by my parents and elders and preachers from the time I was a young child - I couldn't fully grasp what he was saying. This all took place in mid 2003 when I was 23 (according to old emails that I see).
As time went on, I was on the verge of atheism, because I refused to believe in anything - unless it could be proven scientifically... and it was this little bit of understanding that never made me an atheist. I took on the view that 'God(s)' could possibly be a physical entity(s) - that he/she/it/they existed, but simply had nothing to do with this planet. In effect, I became deist. It was simpler for me to believe in God than it was to believe there wasn't one.
In 2005, I read through the Greek fragments of the Gospel of Thomas, and came across a line that reads, "A person old in days will not hesitate to ask a child 7 days old about his place in life and he will live." And from that line, I said to myself that I would give this a try, I said to myself that I would dump everything I've ever considered about God and the ways of life as I see - I will only continue to do what is necessary for me to keep breathing. I remembered that spacecraft I saw when I was 19. I would say to God(s), "Whoever you are, please speak to me. I will assume nothing about you, and I will only accept what you tell me about yourself." After this, maybe a few days later, I began to notice coincidental things happening around me. To this day, I'm unsure if I was simply responding to these things with a religious mindset or if God had anything to do with them. Even then, I told God(s), "I still don't know who you are, and coincidences are not enough. Even the religious have coincidences that they say are from their gods." After that, I had my first dream - in that dream, I was given the name of God as "Yahweh". After that, I was shown in dreams that there are many worlds, with intelligent life like ours - but only one God. I was shown that this planet is covered in darkness; I was shown many other things as well. (I actually continued to have these dreams until mid 2007.)
I said to Yahweh, often while outside at night smoking a cigarette, "Thank you for showing me who You are, and I can see that You want me to speak, but I don't know what to say. Dreams are not enough for me to speak - the religious speak from their visions and dreams, but I refuse to do that." This is when the spacecrafts first began appearing overhead in the night sky (and only in the night sky, or close enough to night when you can see the stars). They would show up every time I came outside - even when I hung out with my friends. I learned a lot about Yahweh from those experiences, so I began to talk to others about Yahweh. The spacecrafts then became (and still are) messengers of Yahweh to me, and began responding with fast speeds and bright lights to the things I would say about Yahweh, the lack of compassion and justice on this planet, and what would become of this place. They would also warn me, or oppose certain things I said or planned to do with slowly pulsating red lights - similar to red lights that warn airplanes of the antennas and buildings they sit on... except the glow was different and, of course, they were moving. At one point, something clicked in me, and I knew that I could take my plans to Yahweh - even if they involved changing His mind. This can be seen in my initial blogs concerning Zimbabwe and the HIV drug among others. But today is different - I don't need them to show up often anymore, since I can always speak on behalf of Yahweh wherever I go - but they do show up sometimes... they will definitely show up when Yahweh is ready to show rage to this planet.
In all this, I understand Yahweh - He is no mystery to me, and this allows me to effectively speak to people, telling them what's to come based on the character of Yahweh and what Yahweh revealed/told me. So, this is why I speak and write as I do.
A hell of a lot more could be said about all of this - but if I write a book on a blog, I doubt many people would read it all. A fuller version of this blog can be found in my Eden of Yahweh posts.
Monday, March 3, 2008
A Message of Yahweh Concerning Iran...
The warm air and clear skies in Maryland brought me outside to have a brief dialogue with Yahweh God. Iran has been on my mind every single day for the past few weeks because of the pit the Iranian government is creating for its people. Yahweh informed me last year that the chances of Iran being bombed by the US are extremely high - and this makes me very nervous, especially for those who are innocent. Iran is 'unofficially' a supporter of Islamic terrorist - if there was no doubt about this, then they would have already been treated as Fallujah was back in 2004 by the US... and there is definitely a case pending with the 'Highest Court' for what the US did to the innocent of Fallujah. Iran has already declared that they would not submit to any sanctions imposed on them by the UN and they will continue to spin uranium (to develop nuclear power, as they say); I love their lack of fear, but I hate their stubbornness in all of this. But these were things that have simply been on my mind concerning Iran.
Tonight while speaking with Yahweh, I had a thought. I told Yahweh that if I could aim His 'message of salvation' to some agnostics, open-minded folk, and homosexuals in Iran and they begin to seek Him, He could lead them out of the danger areas before the US attacks. Then I said if a good number of Iranians began to seek Him, He would stretch out His hand against the US fighters and save the whole country - a spacecraft illuminated and slowly flew across the sky then dimmed out of sight.
So I will be spending the next few weeks in an attempt to get as many people as possible in Iran to look up at the night sky and speak to Yahweh. The more people who seek Yahweh, the better the chances of Iran being spared. Of course, a problem with this is that some of those people could think it was Allah who saved them - and that CAN NOT happen, it is unacceptable - this is why it is important that enough people are there to say "Yahweh saved us" so that there will be no confusion. Yahweh refuses to have people thanking Allah for something He did - and Yahweh does not tolerate religion at all.
The compassion of Yahweh runs deep, and that's what I need to get across to those people. After I write my letter and send it out to a good number of them, I will post it on my blog.
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Charismatic Salesman...
It seems that in this world the best sales pitches are thrown from the mouths of charismatics. Salesmen (politicians, religious leaders, businesspersons, etc.), who shout at others who agree with them, provide people a quick opportunity to listen to their words but not think about them. At other times it seems that a charismatic tongue keeps people wholly interested in the voice that comes from it rather than the words themselves. After the salesman finishes his shouting, people go to their quiet homes and think about what was said.
I, for one, know that the truth does not need to be shouted, it should simply be obvious. When I talk to people about poverty or oppression, all I have to do is remind them of how unhappy they are in life, or take them into the city and point out a burdened mother, or turn on the TV to some late night Christian program and point to a starving child from Kenya. I've never needed to shout to get my point across - the truth should be obvious.
I myself loved the Pentecostal church growing up. I loved a shouting minister, who could get his or her point across with such a fiery voice that I knew could move anyone into 'repentance'. I think I was Pentecostal until I was around 23 years old which is roughly the time Yahweh God decided to show up. All of the "speaking in tongues", "going in the spirit", praying, singing, and worshipping that I used to do - He knocked right out of me with one hell of a punch. He quickly knocked me off my happy horse, grabbed me by one arm, and forced me to look at how truly fucked up the world is. I haven't been happy ever since - and it feels like much of my efforts so far have been in vain. Yet still, I find no need to be charismatic. Why should I try to sell a message that I've been instructed to freely give? Yahweh has nothing to sell, nor does He need anyone to believe anything He says - He knows how to be God without you.
I've come to realize that the more a person needs to shout a sales pitch, the more truth they need to hide. For many people, I could simply shout to millions, "Vote for me and I will provide healthcare to all". With all the roaring and cheering of the crowd, not many people will question as to how this is possible. I should say that it is far better to build up to the truth with evidence, then it is to present this 'truth' only to have people blindly accept it, or even worse, ask you ten thousand questions as to how this 'truth' is possible. As we all know, building up to the truth is very time consuming, especially when you're on a time budget trying to make a quick sale. So, it then becomes highly sensible (and highly dishonest) to throw a charismatic sales pitch to sell that truckload of bullshit called 'truth' - as is often realized by the consumer after the purchase is made.
I, for one, know that the truth does not need to be shouted, it should simply be obvious. When I talk to people about poverty or oppression, all I have to do is remind them of how unhappy they are in life, or take them into the city and point out a burdened mother, or turn on the TV to some late night Christian program and point to a starving child from Kenya. I've never needed to shout to get my point across - the truth should be obvious.
I myself loved the Pentecostal church growing up. I loved a shouting minister, who could get his or her point across with such a fiery voice that I knew could move anyone into 'repentance'. I think I was Pentecostal until I was around 23 years old which is roughly the time Yahweh God decided to show up. All of the "speaking in tongues", "going in the spirit", praying, singing, and worshipping that I used to do - He knocked right out of me with one hell of a punch. He quickly knocked me off my happy horse, grabbed me by one arm, and forced me to look at how truly fucked up the world is. I haven't been happy ever since - and it feels like much of my efforts so far have been in vain. Yet still, I find no need to be charismatic. Why should I try to sell a message that I've been instructed to freely give? Yahweh has nothing to sell, nor does He need anyone to believe anything He says - He knows how to be God without you.
I've come to realize that the more a person needs to shout a sales pitch, the more truth they need to hide. For many people, I could simply shout to millions, "Vote for me and I will provide healthcare to all". With all the roaring and cheering of the crowd, not many people will question as to how this is possible. I should say that it is far better to build up to the truth with evidence, then it is to present this 'truth' only to have people blindly accept it, or even worse, ask you ten thousand questions as to how this 'truth' is possible. As we all know, building up to the truth is very time consuming, especially when you're on a time budget trying to make a quick sale. So, it then becomes highly sensible (and highly dishonest) to throw a charismatic sales pitch to sell that truckload of bullshit called 'truth' - as is often realized by the consumer after the purchase is made.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Zimbabwe: It's Time for Farmers to Deliver
The following article was taken from http://allafrica.com/stories/200712170208.html, and has been posted here in response to my letter directed to President Mugabe but written to many people in Zimbabwe and in other places back in August based on what Yahweh showed me. I just hope the country can get it together - because now is their opportunity to do so.
The Herald (Harare)
EDITORIAL
17 December 2007
Posted to the web 17 December 2007
Harare
HEAVY rains that have pounded most parts of Zimbabwe, though insufficient in some areas, have raised hopes for a better harvest to blunt the harsh effects of successive droughts over the past seasons.
The rains have brought a sigh of relief to both rural and urban communities that were battling to get food.
With these rains, it is now not time to fold back our hands.
It is now time to deliver.
The Meteorological Office has forecast above normal rains for this season, hence the current rains falling in most parts of the country.
Since Zimbabwe is in the middle of its agricultural revolution, our energies should now be directed at ensuring full production on the farms and make this season the "Mother of all agricultural seasons".
We all have an obligation to shame critics of our historic land distribution exercise.
The success of the programme depends on productivity.
During past seasons, some farmers complained that they were unable to plant early enough owing to delays in getting inputs.
Farmers -- as we have reported in the past -- can overcome this by buying inputs early instead of waiting for the last minute.
The Government has already shown its total commitment towards providing farmers with crop inputs, fuel and machinery.
It is now up to farmers to play their part and ensure the land is productively used to attain food self-sufficiency.
Indeed, the burden now lies squarely on the shoulders of farmers, to ensure all the hard work by the Government to put in place all they require to produce, is not in vain.
We therefore applaud the Government for coming up with packages designed, not only to boost agricultural production, but to financially reward farmers for their hard work.
We believe this season should be the turning point in agricultural production.
Everything has been done and continues to be done to support farmers, and with the prediction of above to normal rainfall, there should not be any excuse for failure.
To boost production, the Government gave farmers tractors and ox-drawn farm machinery and implements.
We have reported time and again that these are not for decorating farm homes and homesteads but are tools with which to turn wastelands into greenlands.
The targets which have been set -- at least 2 million hectares of maize, 400 000 ha small grains, 600 000ha tobacco, 120 000ha soybeans, 20 000ha groundnuts, 400 000ha cotton and 56 000ha sugarcane -- should be met.
Massive production is not only confined to crops, but also beef, chicken and pork. This is also the surest way of eliminating food shortages.
Meanwhile, warnings by the Met Office of flooding in some parts of the country and which have already hit parts of Muzarabani, should be taken seriously.
Perhaps the storm will move away or dissipate, or the heavy cloud from the north may bring less rain than expected in certain parts of the country, and there will not be any serious flooding.
But that would not mean the warning was not necessary, or that warnings should not be issued, until people are being swept away by flooded rivers.
It is better to go on alert and be prepared a score of times than to be caught napping.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Dignity & Freedom - A message from Zimbabwe...
A few months ago I wrote my letter to a few people in Zimbabwe regarding the rains which were coming. The following was taken from the letter of a Zimbabwe resident, and a lover of humanity, Cathy Buckle. She eloquently describes the rainfalls which Zimbabwe so desperately needed (it's really been pouring out there since then):
Sunday 28th October 2007
Dear Family and Friends,
The first real rain of the new season fell this week and it came with a bang. In the distance the rolling rumble of thunder got louder as the storm drew closer. The sky grew darker, the clouds dropped lower and then the birds went quiet - a sure sign that it was about to start. The noise soon built to tremendous levels and the flashes of lightning were instantly followed by cracks of explosive, roaring thunder - the storm was directly overhead. A strange orange, yellow cloud formed in the sky - a warning of ice for sure. Two shirtless men who had been toiling for most of the day down in the riverbed ran up to the road and raced for cover, using their buckets as umbrellas. The pair have become a feature of the neighbourhood this summer. They collect water from a pool they have dug in the almost dry riverbed that runs through a nearby vlei. The water is murky and the buckets are edged with mud but there is a continuous demand from urban neighbourhoods where water is usually only available for a couple of hours a day, and somedays not at all. The men fill buckets, decant them into twenty litre containers, load them onto a hand cart and then sell them in the neighbourhoods to those most desperate.
Moments after the water gatherers had taken cover the rain began, coming in thin slanting sheets at first but then overtaken by a rush of hail stones. The pea sized white balls skipped off the roof and lay on the ground giving a temporary white landscape which soon melted. When the hail slowed the torrents of rain moved in - big drops pelting down, bringing relief to the land and giving hope that always comes with a new season. Two inches (50ml) of rain fell in the first hour, accompanied by brilliant streaks of white fork lightning coursing through the sky, so close as to make your hair stand on end.
When it was over, seemingly from nowhere, came the summer regulars: Sausage flies, Dragon flies, Chongololos, Flying ants and the big black biting ants that give off a foul smell which we called Matabele Ants when we were kids. From unknown places a myriad crickets, cicadas and frogs have emerged to sing and screech and fill the air with the sound of Africa. The hard, baked ground has come back to life instantly and there is a new, soft spring underfoot. Almost overnight a flush of green has risen in the bush, on the roadsides and across our gardens. The barren, burnt landscape, ravaged by a devastating season of bush fires, can breathe again - you can almost feel the relief. The wild flowers that stood so starkly in the sand and ash have also taken on a new fullness and more mellow colour and are a picture: dwarf red Combretums, Yellow Heads, blue Thunbergia, exquisite orange Pimpernels and the Protea bushes are covered in creamy white flowers.
Zimbabwe came back to life again this week, you can see it and feel it and smell it. And now in our newly washed land we look to our leaders and politicians to finally put an end to this time of pain and suffering and turmoil. We are not a greedy, selfish and demanding nation, we want only food in the fields, products in the shops and space to walk, talk and act with dignity and freedom. We want our families that are living such hard and lonely lives in the diaspora to come home; we want to start rebuilding our communities and neighbourhoods and to have joy in our lives again. It is not too much to ask. Perhaps this new season can be the start, the change we all so desperately want. Until next week, thanks for reading, love cathy.
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Sunday 28th October 2007
Dear Family and Friends,
The first real rain of the new season fell this week and it came with a bang. In the distance the rolling rumble of thunder got louder as the storm drew closer. The sky grew darker, the clouds dropped lower and then the birds went quiet - a sure sign that it was about to start. The noise soon built to tremendous levels and the flashes of lightning were instantly followed by cracks of explosive, roaring thunder - the storm was directly overhead. A strange orange, yellow cloud formed in the sky - a warning of ice for sure. Two shirtless men who had been toiling for most of the day down in the riverbed ran up to the road and raced for cover, using their buckets as umbrellas. The pair have become a feature of the neighbourhood this summer. They collect water from a pool they have dug in the almost dry riverbed that runs through a nearby vlei. The water is murky and the buckets are edged with mud but there is a continuous demand from urban neighbourhoods where water is usually only available for a couple of hours a day, and somedays not at all. The men fill buckets, decant them into twenty litre containers, load them onto a hand cart and then sell them in the neighbourhoods to those most desperate.
Moments after the water gatherers had taken cover the rain began, coming in thin slanting sheets at first but then overtaken by a rush of hail stones. The pea sized white balls skipped off the roof and lay on the ground giving a temporary white landscape which soon melted. When the hail slowed the torrents of rain moved in - big drops pelting down, bringing relief to the land and giving hope that always comes with a new season. Two inches (50ml) of rain fell in the first hour, accompanied by brilliant streaks of white fork lightning coursing through the sky, so close as to make your hair stand on end.
When it was over, seemingly from nowhere, came the summer regulars: Sausage flies, Dragon flies, Chongololos, Flying ants and the big black biting ants that give off a foul smell which we called Matabele Ants when we were kids. From unknown places a myriad crickets, cicadas and frogs have emerged to sing and screech and fill the air with the sound of Africa. The hard, baked ground has come back to life instantly and there is a new, soft spring underfoot. Almost overnight a flush of green has risen in the bush, on the roadsides and across our gardens. The barren, burnt landscape, ravaged by a devastating season of bush fires, can breathe again - you can almost feel the relief. The wild flowers that stood so starkly in the sand and ash have also taken on a new fullness and more mellow colour and are a picture: dwarf red Combretums, Yellow Heads, blue Thunbergia, exquisite orange Pimpernels and the Protea bushes are covered in creamy white flowers.
Zimbabwe came back to life again this week, you can see it and feel it and smell it. And now in our newly washed land we look to our leaders and politicians to finally put an end to this time of pain and suffering and turmoil. We are not a greedy, selfish and demanding nation, we want only food in the fields, products in the shops and space to walk, talk and act with dignity and freedom. We want our families that are living such hard and lonely lives in the diaspora to come home; we want to start rebuilding our communities and neighbourhoods and to have joy in our lives again. It is not too much to ask. Perhaps this new season can be the start, the change we all so desperately want. Until next week, thanks for reading, love cathy.
http://www.cathybuckle.com/october2007.shtml
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