Today marks the anniversary of Angela’s death. It has been two long years of sadness and growth and recovery for me and my children. I still cry everyday but not for the same reasons. I am in recovery mode.
I was planning on writing Angela a letter today, but in light of the Charlie Kirk murder, I wrote an essay on events that are transpiring instead.
I will write you next month, my love. I made you a rainbow colorful light wing’ed picture for you.
I can’t believe I lost my notebook with all of my notes in it for this assignment. I am soo distraught I am crying over it. I will have to write this from my heart. My slogan will have to be “Sorry, Charlie.” I will do my best to capture his story, in this moment in time scripted from the Divine, written from my own personal experience and understanding of things. If I ever find my notebook, I will add more to this and be extremely happy. I will add more to this if I don’t find it anyway, just more bummed for letting myself loose, apparently, my most prized possession.
I might only have one reader, and really, that’s the only thing I care about, but I will try to express who I am through this story in a real and meaningful way for anyone else who reads it. This blog is a representation of me – my artistic expression of God – to tell His story, in a way, that only I can.
I want to write this for my experience of God from what my professor of Yahweh, my wife taught me while she was dying of cancer. She never stopped studying the days leading up to her inevitable death. The last nine months of her life, I took as many notes as I could, writing frantically to absorb the last of my education from her. When she went on hospice, I told her that I would keep talking to her until she could not talk anymore. I figured that would do two things, she could teach me what she knew about God and it would keep her mind off of her illness and what was happening to her.
I am going to try to capture the event in writing of what I witnessed transpire from the crack in the chamber to the highest of honors funeral with all of the world heads to offer condolences to the good one, The chosen one for the world to witness of what God’s ‘grace’ means for a man who truly loves his God in his heart.
Charlie wore his heart on his sleeve as a badge of honor, a badge of honesty, and he was proud of himself. And of course, humble about it. He did not play into the social hierarchy yet he was instrumental in picking the cabinet and advisors for the president of the United States. He was was a nobody that hand picked the cabinet for the president. And they all wepted upon hearing of his death.
You can not fake genuineness. It’s the realist of qualities in a human being. He had it. Everyone knew it. And, he built his very own business, a multi-million dollar enterprise, starting in high school based purely on his belief in himself, in humanity and in his God. And, nothing else.
The spirit of humanity is a spirit. It is a presence that can be felt and measured by all, but not with any known way of measuring it. What is it? Who can quantify its mass? Or, even its existence? Only those who witnessed the events of the Charlie Kirk assassination in real time, actually witnessed it, felt it. They knew. They knew. They knew, that something just happened to them on a spiritual level. something deep and profound struck them to their core that could not be explained in words . God showed himself without saying a word but his presence was felt. It was heavy and it was palpable. You could almost touch it. Or, did it touch you. The spirit of humanity is the spirit of God, Himself and He just showed himself to the world through one man.
I found my notebook! I told Elliott in the car, on the way to Olympia, on the day of this post, that I had given up looking for my notebook and had turned over every single thing and looked on and under every single thing and I was heart broken. I looked through the entire house. I said “But, I know it will show up when it is supposed to.” I wasn’t giving up on my loss.
We drove back from Olympia after a long day of fun and I was soo happy to pull into the driveway because it is a long drive to end the day and I was exhausted and my eyes were blurry. Anyway, I walk in to set something down and there is my note book right where I left it. It was there all along in plain sight. I showed Elliott and he could not believe it. He said “wait, like it reappeared or something?” I said “I don’t know how that happened. But I am excited!”
Charlie didn’t drop the mike. God did. And the entire world witnessed it in real time, in real blood.
In a crack across the chamber, God’s spirit was instantly felt across the world, as a human collective, orchestrated by God, Himself. He plucked the chord of the human heart string. Everyone felt its resonance. How it resinated with each individual touched them the way God meant. It flushed out the openly wicked living amongst the ‘normal’ traditional American society, the easy pick’n’s of wickedness. The seeds of weeds. The very people Charlie warned the good people of America about, murdered him in front of his wife and children for doing just that. “Take that, Charlie!” they cheered.
But, nobody saw God coming. The X factor. “What just happened?” everyone asked themselves and to each other. “Why do I feel the way I do about a young man I never knew and barely knew about?” Everyone felt the shift, the pull of it, but were troubled how to make sense of it because, to the average person, it should have just been another murder in the news. But that bullet stuck every decent human in the heart string, collectively all at once. God plucked the string of all humanity with one bullet to the jugular.
Charlie’s death ignited a spiritual flame in people they had never experienced before. A spiritual switch was flipped in an instant. People didn’t just believe in God. They believed God. They believed what they felt in that instant and they knew it was from another realm. In a moment like no other in human history. people were called to do things and perform actions, they never thought they would.
Nothing enriches the world more than kindness. Through Charlie’s goodness God brought a good ‘ole goodness back to humanity. Charlie served as a reminder of what realness, authenticity and someone with a true and kind heart, authentically looks like. He represented God like no one else could. God made it so and he did it with the brightness of child’s smile.
He created a forum to stimulate open dialogue and debate in a public setting for all to see and witness and participate in. He created a forum to exchange their views just as the angels must have always done in Heaven.
Like…when the Angels and Satan went before God’s throne.
Satan accuses Job in front of God, in God’s White, Throne Room court of the Highest Heaven, in open debate and dialogue, where satan makes the claim, to God himself, that Job only serves God because he, Job, is blessed with a protective hedge and numerous possessions. God hears satan’s argument and gives His verdict by permitting satan to go back to Earth and test Job by taking away his possessions, challenging Job’s integrity.
Job never looses faith and trust in his God, no matter his circumstances. He lived, just as Charlie did, with God guiding his heart, mind and spirit. Both, never wavering from their total, unconditional belief in God’s plan for them. And, both most assuredly woke up in Heaven, after they died, to witness God, Himself.
Eventually, satan was thrown out of heaven, and down to the earthly realm (The lowest heaven) for rebelling, out of pride, against God, seeking to exalt himself above his Creator, his Father, His God, his ultimate advisory.
On earth, after the BEAST had destroyed the second temple using the Roman Army in 70AD, satan was seized by an angel, who bound him with a great chain for thousands of years. The angel threw satan into the abyss to prevent him from deceiving the nations above.
Satan, surely did not take that kindly, chained in the deepest, darkest dank abyss of a hole for 2000 years in complete silence with only his thoughts to keep him company. He became the new jesus. His own, personal jesus, for the promised second coming of the christ.
Satan must have thought what it must be like up there? Did his team (METATRON – the totality of the fallen angels and demons cast from Heaven – 1/3 of the angles – Metatron – the fallen angel’s collective black heart and Mind – Hive of legion) get things ready for him on the surface?
Anger, anger. Jealousy. Hatred of God, his Father, spiteful and bitter for doing this to him. Jealous of God’s goodness and of His power and of His control of all things and of His awesomeness of the Highest Throne of Heaven.
RATCHET SATAN: “Everything comes soo easy for God. Why me? Like, why is this happening????? 000 gurl…HELL-OH, can anybody hear me up there?”
Was it an echo chamber down there at the deepest depths of the black hole of the Abyss? Only satan and God and the Angel that chained him up, know for sure.
The experience of such extreme isolation and solitary confinement can only cause a profound and ever-lasting, psychological transformation to the mental health, personality, and ability to function correctly. And, on top of that suffering, God took his heart light from him, His Mana, His Lifeforce, making satan a unich of His Father’s spirit, now completely void of the love that was once in his Heavenly heart. The inverse of love, is hate. And who does he hate?
What’s for sure, solitary satan didn’t come out of the Abyss the same devil that went in 2000 years earlier. There is now nothing left in him but a void in his heart hole. Satan was jealous when he went into isolation lockdown. He was black as that hole when he came out, for there was no more light from God in his heart.
Those that are repelled by God’s light want to destroy it.
Jealousy leads to rage and attempts to gain or usurp power. Jealousy leads to erratic behaviors. Jealousy leads to murder.
Now, with only his Father’s memory to reminisce over, and a black void of His Spirit in his heart, Satan wants to eradicate God’s people from the face of the Earth. For, If he eliminates the people who worship the real God, he will effectively eliminate God out of existence and became the ultimate god himself – Top god of the pyramid – the god of gods. Except for one problem. satan, and his minions and his flying monkey spirits can not control the ‘X’ factor: ‘GOD’ Himself,
From His Summit’s rest Jesus looks down on the lowest heaven. He rules with complete authority giving to him by his Father.
God is in control and will do what He wants, when He wants. God has written the script. It has been written since the beginning. Satan can only play his role in the time that he has been a-lotted.
Surely, he is raging mad in his little season he is given to go out to deceive the nations and gather a vast army, Gog and Magog, for the final war against God’s people.
It was ancient times when satan was thrown in the Abyss. The world was separated by the different nation groups, each with their own god. Flash forward 2000 years and satan is released (I will use NYC since Ghostbusters did) back into the lowest heaven which is bound to the ether of Earth. Satan was let loosed at the dawn of the digital age, for the final stand – the Stand, to attempt to take down the One God that remains. The One who has always been on top. The One True God who is forever and always will be.
Angela believed 1984 was her best guess when satan might have been released from his prison. And, considering the book 1984, I will assume 1984 as the year Satan was released from the depths of the abyss, to have a baseline date to work off of for this story. I imagine if a human could have witnessed such an event it would look like Ghostbuster’s in New York City when all of the angels and demons are released into the ether to wreak havoc on all that is upon them with one collective goal: to come together as one, as legion, to take over and destroy the world.
The satanic panic of the 80s kicked off the true announcement to the public of the arrival of satan, and it worked. Satan worship became a thing out in the public eye. A church was born in his honor and just like that, satan’s power and acceptance has grown until the 2023 Grammys of the body shop officially announced to the world that Satan was front and center stage in this world on primetime television for all to see in Witness in its fiery glory.
Lady’s and gentlemen, The Sam Smith and Kim Petras performance of their song “Unholy” at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards in 2023.
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He made the dull things joyful and mysterious things clear. He chose to carry himself with poise and dignity when confronted with other peoples weaknesses, or lack thereof. He was unafraid to choose kindness. He was unafraid to love God, unconditionally.
He was unafraid.
He did not live in fear. He lived in Love.
I imagine Charlie is sitting in the bosom of Abraham surrounded by all those that he only read about and honored for their works for God, reminiscing about how he was just made a True Martyr of God. He didnt ever know it. He never knew what hit him.
I imagine in his humble way, he can’t believe it, in disbelief, that his life was worth so much, to not only God, but, to humanity as well. That his life just happened the way it did. In a way that even Charlie didn’t see coming – In the most dramatic of ways.
Charlie carried the Cross for Jesus and Jesus carried the Cross for Him.
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