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.

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.

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.

http://www.cathybuckle.com/october2007.shtml

Thou Shalt Steal...

"No one can enter the strong man's house and plunder his property unless he first binds the strong man, and then he will plunder his house." ~ Mark 3:27

We live in a world where many men, women, and children are surrounded by lions... except for those who are lions. Those lions demand, from a people more righteous, food when they're hungry, shelter when the sun is too hot, fire when the air is too cold, clean water when they are thirsty, and entertainment when they are bored. You see, the lions are those who benefit greatest from the land and through capitalism - where there are more people than jobs, and where there is no democracy. The lions are those whose hearts are set on business and not on one another. Yahweh has assured Himself that He will separate the lions from the innocent, and the innocent will drink from a river that never stops flowing.

People are forced into corners and are beaten by the rods of policemen when they try to leave those corners by force. Many people will quickly say, "It's wrong for the poor to steal from the wealthy", but those same people never say, "It's wrong for the wealthy to steal from the poor." You see, this land belongs to the poor as much as it does to the wealthy - and the wealthy take it all by force, leaving the poor nothing but 'donations'. It's why one of those foul mouthed Hebrews said, "Yahweh enters into judgment with the elders and princes of His people, 'It is you who have devoured the vineyard; the plunder of the poor is in your houses. What do you mean by crushing My people and grinding the face of the poor?' Declares Yahweh, God of hosts." ~ Isaiah 3:14-15

You have thousands of children who die everyday because of starvation, and a thousand mothers who cry for them. When those women seek justice, and NEVER find it, tell me, what should they do? Should they wait for your next monthly donation? Should they keep crying as they watch their children turn into bones? Should they walk through the trash dumps forever looking for your scraps of food? I continually remind myself of Africa's burdens.

Yahweh said to me, "The days are coming when I will play a lovely tune in Africa, and the US Military will be attracted to this music and will violently enter the African borders. They will shake the foundations of the continent, and they will destroy the high walls and the oppressors. At that time, I will say to the poor, "Thou Shalt Steal!" And the poor will plunder the land, and will take back that which belongs to them."

I said to Yahweh, "Please remember the truth. The grounds of Africa did not become so impoverished solely by its own power. The land has been raped by nations far and wide, including the nation who will subdue it."

As I wait for Yahweh’s response, "I will stand on my guard post and station myself on the rampart; and I will keep watch to see what He will speak to me." ~ Habakkuk 2:1

The Beginning...

Ever since the temporary release of my job as Yahweh's mouthpiece, I've been having tons of dreams - just ordinary dreams. But last night, I had a vivid dream in which there was chaos - there was a burning volcano and lava was shooting from it; in the distance, skyscrapers were leveled, glass was flown everywhere, the Earth was shaking, and people were screaming and crying. I'm not sure what to make of this, if there's anything to make of this. I suppose I could take this to Yahweh, but I haven’t taken anything to him in a few weeks now - and I figured that I wouldn't take anything to Yahweh about this place again until I knew He was ready to show rage.

Later on during the day, I took a nap and had another dream that there was a woman who had a very sick son. I felt so bad for him that I felt the need to speak to his mother about Yahweh and those spacecrafts I see... understand that I've never sought the help Yahweh for one individual person, but only for groups of people according to their combined struggles - this is the fair thing to do. I wanted her so badly to ask me for Yahweh's help (which is the only way I can seek Yahweh for one person) - so I spoke to her about Yahweh, and how it all began when I was 19. After I spoke those things to her, I woke up and decided that I would tell again how things began with me and Yahweh.

Now, how Yahweh and I first interacted with one another can be found in my Eden of Yahweh posts. But I suppose I will go in further details how the messengers of Yahweh spoke to me:

I think the year was 1999, when I was leaving out of Six Flags, in Largo, MD where I worked - I was 19 years old. It was night-time, and I remember that there were many employees/teenagers running around and playing as teenagers do. For some reason, I looked up, and this one star in particular caught my eye. That star began to move; it shot off into a circle or spiral and then sped off quickly into space. I was completely awed by this and looked around to see if anyone else saw what I saw - but no one did... everyone was still playing around with one another.

I put what I saw to the wayside because I was Christian, and (from what I knew) it was unheard of for Christians to witness such things in life. Such things were not talked about in the bible (so I thought at the time.) I never talked about that experience with my family or friends until much time passed - and even then, it was only in casual conversation about "believing in UFOs".

As time went on, in 2003 (as I can tell by some old emails I have), I separated myself from mainstream Christianity and began to seek the truth of 'God' for myself by reading the bible from beginning to end. I remember doing a search on an online search engine (like Google) - I think I was trying to find bible contradiction websites (for whatever reason) and I then ran across Brent's website, and by reading his bible commentaries - I put the entire bible and religion to the side. I read about his experiences with the spacecrafts which he sometime called "guardian angels" and about Yahweh - and for a while, I decided to believe what he believed... until I realized he actually had no religion - and was more into politics and justice than anything else (from what I saw). So I went through a year of nothing, I wasn't even sure if there was any higher power - though I never forgot that 'moving star' I saw when I was 19 years old. 2 years passed, and it was 2005 that I took a glance at the Gospel of Thomas (since I heard that the Greek fragments may be as old as the Gospel of Mark) and I read a line that said something on the line of "A man old in days will not hesitate to ask a child of 7 days about life, and he will live." So I thought to myself, "I will strip myself of as much knowledge about life and God(s) as possible, and I will assume nothing."

A few days later, I had a dream that I was in the middle of danger, so I stretched my right arm up toward the sky, and said, "Yahweh, please save me", there was a bright flash of light, and I was saved from that danger. From that point onward, I called God with my lips "Yahweh". That dream dealt with the destruction of Washington, DC... a few months later, I had a similar dream about New York City - it was then that I realized that Yahweh was angry. But before the dream about New York City, I was given a dream that there was a woman flying through space and she came close to a planet that looked of golden sparkles - those sparkles formed into the likeness of a woman's face (which I knew represented Yahweh) - and it said to the woman flying through space, "welcome to heaven, you can bring someone with you." About 20 or 30 inhabited planets were laid out before her - they were all slowly circling one another in the midst of a semi-thick cloud, but there was one dark-red planet. She stretched out her arm and touched that dark-red planet and saw me laughing and talking to a friend of mine. She came to the planet, and grabbed my hand - then I grabbed the hand of my friend, and she pulled us upward into this place where there was a lot of light - I then woke up. After that dream, I realized that it was the messengers of Yahweh that decided to reveal themselves to me when I was 19 years old.

It's now early 2006, and in those days, I still hadn't seen any spacecrafts. Then the day came that I began to see them, almost everyday for a few months. When I did begin to see them, they gave no messages, probably because they couldn't trust me with any worthwhile information. They would simply show up when I came outside and glide across the sky to put me in awe. After some time, I learned to trust Yahweh and would generally converse with Yahweh, and I would see those spacecrafts as well as flashing red spacecrafts - but I didn't know what those meant. After those red spacecrafts came around, all spacecrafts stop showing up altogether – so I figured something was wrong. Once I thought things over, I realized that I desired for Yahweh to do something that He found offensive (I won’t get into this). When I understood what I was doing wrong, I apologized to Yahweh and wondered if He forgave me - for the first time, a spacecraft glided across the sky and then became brilliantly luminous for a few seconds before fading out and appearing as they normally do. I knew that meant, "YES!!!!"

From that point onward, something in me clicked - and I began to take things to Yahweh - some of which is written in my blogs, and I would see those spacecrafts come and light up brilliantly as they agreed with my plans. I would seek Yahweh because it was my desire to have an Earth with no religion or oppression, and those spacecrafts would show up, only in confirmation. I would see them everyday I went outside to seek the justice of Yahweh until I became able to speak in boldness without fear.

While all of this is going on, I still had dreams, and still wrote blogs as I saw fit. But now it's toward the end of 2007, and that burning demand for justice that I desired from Yahweh has faded - so I stopped taking things to Yahweh. I even got so used to seeing the messengers when I went outside that it no longer awed me. So now I keep myself up to date on things that are going on around the world as I watch how the messengers of Yahweh dig ditches so people fall in without getting help from those who have the ability to get them out. When enough of this has taken place, and when the kindness of Yahweh is trampled over by the governments of this world, Yahweh will begin to show rage - and my pen will be ready.

On Free-Thought...

When people read ten-thousand books and listen to folk telling them what to think, they lose the desire to think freely. The lack of free-thought comes primarily from people's beliefs - whatever they may be. So you will never find any religious person or atheist who has free-thought. I do suppose, however, that agnostics think freely because they will quickly say, "I don't know". And it's so much better to say "I don't know" than it is to say "Yes" or "No" when you're really not sure. But the problem of the agnostic is that they say "I don't know" and stop looking for their answers... which is very un-human.

Now, it is understandable why an atheist would say that there is no God - they too, in their own ignorance, look for the spirit god of the religious. This is easy to prove - in order for one to say "There is no God", they must first have an idea of what God is - and this is not good as it proves they are not free-thinkers. To think freely requires that one does not think that God is spirit or physical, or that there is one God, or that there is an afterlife, or even that God made us. It's because of these questions that people look for ministers and prophets to tell them what to think - they don't seek these answers for themselves. It would be one thing if those ministers or prophets had any kind of proof - but they don't, so they shout in the pulpits in order for you to say "Yes!" and believe their every word. And to be fair, folk really don't know where to look... And to truly be fair, if folk thought freely as they should, they would figure out where to look as I did.

Part of my job as a brother and a friend is to inform people of what I find out from my own research... without charge. Before I knew God as 'Yahweh', I had already seen a spacecraft, which I talked about in my Eden of Yahweh - Part 2 of 10 post. Many people have seen spacecrafts - some in more vivid detail than I have... for instance, I have never seen them in daylight. When I thought freely and emptied myself of whatever knowledge of God(s) was built up in me over the years, I kept the truth of that spacecraft in mind when I looked for God(s) - then everything was revealed to me, bit-by-bit. I found out that God is not spirit or religious, at all. So I know nothing spiritual nor do I do anything religious - I'm probably farther from being religious than most atheists since, unlike they, I know that marriage is one of the worst things that a person could desire in life... think deeply about this for yourselves.

When certain truths are known, you no longer have questions about them.

So I will close by encouraging people to think freely. This will make life so much less complicated and much more peaceful. And if you've ever wanted to see a video with spacecrafts apart from the norm you would find on Youtube - check out this video (it's not a Youtube video).

Eden of Yahweh - Part 10 of 10

I've decided not to write the 'Part 10' that I originally had in mind. What I was going to share was something that Yahweh didn't share with me until more than a year passed from when I began to seek Him, and I don't want these things to be interpreted the wrong way. When I say to people 'God', they immediately assume 'religion' because people's minds have been conditioned to relate the 2 - so this is why I won't share what I was going to, at least not this year. And unless people see the compassion and justice of Yahweh with their own eyes, I don't feel too comfortable talking about something that people cannot comprehend. This 'secret' is the most remarkable part of Yahweh's Garden - for it makes that which is inevitable, highly improbable.

So I will leave you with this poem:

When I was born, You carried me in Your arms.
You fed me kindness, and gave me righteousness to drink.
As I grew, You taught me the appropriateness of anger,
The necessity of justice.

I would walk behind You and fall, and You would quickly pick me up.
When I became stubborn, You chastised me by hiding Your face.
If I began to do something that would hurt me, You quickly stopped me.
You never let me out of Your sight, nor did You remove Your hand.

Now that I am older, You let me walk on my own.
You hide behind the door, and watch me walk among the people.
Though I dwell in Your House, You grant me independence.
Though You never let me out of Your sight, You don't restrict me.

Throughout my days, You've encouraged and emboldened me.
When I feel weak, You send my brothers and sisters to comfort me.
Indeed, You send my brothers and sisters to protect me,
For if I am struck down by evil, they will revive me by Your power.

You are glad to have me among Your other children,
And it is Your desire for Your House to be full.
Because of Your kindness and Your promises, I can't help but love You.
For Yahweh, You are my Mother, and to walk naked in Your Garden is my rest.