The second test average was a D!
No one was happy.
When the third test rolled around, the average was an F.
It cannot be any simpler than that.”
ALACHUA COUNTY AMATEUR RADIO EMERGENCY SERVICES FIELD DAY
Members of the Alachua County Amateur Radio Emergency Service (ARES) will participate in the national “Amateur Radio Field Day” exercise from June 25, through June 26, 2022. The Field Day exercise will take place at the Alachua County Sheriff’s Office (2621 S.E. Hawthorne Road, Gainesville). This event is open to the public, and all are encouraged to attend.
The best chance to see radio operations are from 2 p.m. until 6 p.m. on Saturday, June 25, and from 10 a.m. until noon on Sunday, June 26.
ARES provides a critical link in public safety communications. The location for this event showcases the support of Alachua County’s Emergency Management Department and first responders throughout the community.
“The Emergency Communications Volunteers are a committed group who are granted a wide range of unique capabilities by the Federal Communications Commission,” said Alachua County Emergency Management Program Coordinator Dalton Herding. “They leverage these unique capabilities to support public safety efforts across Alachua County.”
Since 1933, ham radio operators across North America have established temporary ham radio stations in public locations during Field Day to showcase the science and skill of Amateur Radio. The event is a showcase for how Amateur Radio works reliably under any conditions from almost any location to create an independent communications network. Ham radio functions completely independent of the Internet or cell phone infrastructure, can interface with laptops or smartphones, and can be set up almost anywhere in minutes.
Anyone may become a licensed amateur radio operator, and there are more than 725,000 licensed hams in the United States (as young as 9 and as old as 100). It is easy for anybody to get involved in Alachua County.
For more information about the Alachua County Sheriff’s Office event, contact Dr. Gordon Gibby at 352-246-6183 or email@example.com.
CARED ABOUT THE CHARACTERS
Children grow up hearing and reading Bible stories, but when they become teens, the stories probably lose some of their luster. Sure, there’s always a new insight or a fresh way to apply a familiar passage. But you no longer read the parable of the prodigal son and wonder how the story will end. As a result, we lose a bit of the wonder of it all, failing to grasp what it would have been like to hear it in the first century, as a bystander enraptured by the Teacher’s story.
Enter the power of the historical novel that dares to allow its characters to mingle with Jesus’ followers and see Him in person. Somehow, it gives us an angle that breathes new life into old, familiar stories. At least, that’s what The Castle did for me.
The author certainly made it easy for me to care about her characters and kept me turning pages to see what would happen next (being a sci-fi kind of guy, I loved the bending of space-time elements). But beneath the fast-paced action/adventure was the psychological struggle of worldviews in conflict. A young Jewish man encounters Yeshua, but struggles to believe, particularly in light of the holocaust. It’s as if Yeshua was in some sense a precursor or an earlier form of an individual holocaust.
But whatever readers take away, I think they’ll remember it for more than just an action/adventure with likable characters. Somehow it affected me more deeply. Perhaps it will touch your heart as well.
I can honestly say that The Door is unlike any book I’ve ever read before though it is vaguely reminiscent of The Chronicles of Narnia. Speaking as one who is easily confused by time travel in any form, I am pleased to say that I had no trouble at all understanding what (and when) events were taking place. On the contrary, I truly enjoyed the style of the tale.
In the beginning, I found myself shadowing a teenage girl who had far more problems than she had friends. In the depths of my heart, I could identify with her loneliness and her struggle to find her place in the world. As the reader, I ached to hold her and assure her that she wasn’t alone, but fortunately, the author did much more.
Through an accident, the young girl is transported back to Jerusalem in the time of Christ. After hearing multiple stories about “The King,” Shale decides to risk everything and expose the dirty secret she’d been holding back her entire life. During her journey to meet the King, Shale encounters many Biblical characters such as the maniac of Gadara and even takes place in some of the miracles of the New Testament. This walkthrough of the Biblical past was so refreshing and eye-opening. By mixing the present with the past, the truths of the Bible came alive in entirely new ways, urging me to drink in more of what the Scriptures have to offer.
This blog post was originally published in 2010. Sometimes looking back on what we’ve been through and arriving on the other side is a reminder that God was and is always with us. The complete story of my daughter’s illness can be read in my memoir Children of Dreams.
My family just finished one of the most exciting and unique (but stressful) events we’ve shared as a family. A few weeks ago, we were contacted by the producers of “Monsters Inside Me” on Animal Planet to film Manisha’s story.
One of the producers found my article, “Monster Inside My Daughter,” where I wrote about Manisha’s parasitic infection. The producer contacted me through my website. We went back and forth for a while, and then Animal Planet emailed that they wanted to try to squeeze in Manisha’s story to finish out this season’s shooting. We had one week to make it happen. I didn’t believe it would be possible considering how many people were involved and the logistics of doctors’ schedules, et cetera.
But I started contacting everyone—Manisha’s doctors, Shands, and a family in Nepal who have a little girl the same age as Manisha was when she got sick. Animal Planet wanted a little Nepali girl to do some reenactments. Through whirlwind emails, we got it approved by the Shands’ legal and public relations departments. Dr. Carney set aside all day Friday to be involved, and the family with the Nepali daughter drove in from Tallahassee and stayed both days to do the reenactments. Animal Planet is planning to film Dr. Hostetter at Yale next week.
I have a new appreciation for how difficult it is to produce shows—
making sure the lighting is right, the sound is perfect, what to film, what not to film, reshooting scenes several times from different angles to see what works the best, dealing with outside noise like barking dogs, helicopters, and my stomach that wouldn’t quit growling (I hope they make sure that doesn’t hit the airwaves all over the world).
Four people came down from New York and a freelancer that drove over from Jacksonville. They were young, talented, and processed great people skills. Their backgrounds were interesting—not what you would expect. One lady had a degree in anthropology and culinary arts, another lady had a degree in biomechanical engineering, and a third one, a young man, had a degree in comparative literature. The fourth guy was “a jack of all trades.”
Joy called the whole event a “breathtaking experience.” She was very excited to have them conduct Manisha’s interview in her bedroom (it was her contribution to the show).
Manisha felt satisfied that by being interviewed, she could help someone else and raise awareness about neurocysticercosis. It felt surreal to relive some of what Manisha and I went through–the emergency room, seeing the MRI machine again, and reenacting many scenes. It was a little more fun this time, although it was more stressful than I thought it would be.
The public relations director at Shands said it was very rare to give this much access to a filming crew (we were all over the hospital), but Manisha’s case was so unusual that they wanted the public to hear the story for its educational value.
There were many reenactments at the house as well as at the hospital, interviews of Manisha and me, as well as “portrait” shots that took about five minutes. As a homeschooling mom, it was a fascinating learning experience.
I am excited to announce the fifth book in the Seventh Dimension Series, Seventh Dimension – The Prescience, is now available on Amazon and Audible as an audiobook.
Sometimes people enjoy hearing the backstory of significant works of art. The Seventh Dimension Series is a major work, having taken seven years to write and nine years to produce as six audiobooks
In 2021, I hired a new audiobook narrator to perform The Prescience. She had the perfect voice for the protagonist, Shale Snyder—young, vibrant, and an easy voice on the listener’s ears.
Even though she had limited experience, I was willing to work with her. But after three months and only thirteen chapters completed, I concluded this book was too difficult for her. Not that she couldn’t narrate a “normal” book, but the Seventh Dimension Series is not a standard book series.
Some animals talk—a crow cackles, a pig stutters, a rabbit speaks like a wondrous babe, and a donkey cries. The two teen protagonists mature into young adults taking on the responsibilities of a vocal young child. Demons taunt and angels praise. There is singing, Middle-Eastern accents, and Asian accents—should I go on?
I needed a woman to narrate it because Seventh Dimension – The Prescience is written from Shale’s first-person POV. I paid the voice actress one-third of what she would have made had she been able to complete the project. While ACX did not require me to pay her anything because she did not meet the project’s requirements by the deadline, I wanted her to see that Christians operate on a higher standard than business contracts.
My kindness blessed the young voice actress, and I wished her well in her voice-acting career. Hopefully, she will continue and not give up because she has a perfect voice for some types of books. We just weren’t a good match on this project.
Why do I share this? Because I believe the good works we do God will return to us. Disappointed and not knowing what to do, I pushed the project aside. I remembered my amateurish efforts to narrate Seventh Dimension – The Door and what a disaster that was.
At the beginning of my writing career, I thought anybody could narrate a book. I dove in and did it without much forethought. I narrated some of it in my daughter’s gym in a back room. I didn’t know how to rewind the recorder when I made a mistake. Talk about how frustrating that was because even the best narrators make mistakes. I thought about how I couldn’t keep the animal voices straight—was the rabbit the high voice or the low voice? I thought about how I sucked at Daniel’s voice, but ACX accepted the narration and published it on Audible and Amazon even with all of those issues.
Then, to my delight, audiobook listeners started buying Seventh Dimension – The Door in audiobook. However, there was a problem. Remember the famous phrase, “Houston, we have a problem.” Mine came in the form of a scathing review.
A reviewer spelled out all the problems and gave it a one-star rating. You only have to imagine what she said based on my summary above. I cringed—was I a professional narrator? Did I have the right tools? Was that fair to the listener to charge them for something that I so unprofessionally produced?
Sometimes the hard lessons God gives us are the best. I hired a professional narrator, Rebecca Roberts (no relation), to redo Seventh Dimension – The Door. She subsequently narrated Seventh Dimension – The City, Am I Okay God, and Children of Dreams. But that was several years ago. Her prices for book narration had quadrupled and I couldn’t afford her rates now.
In the meantime, I had found an outstanding male voice actor, Matt Newbold. I had sent out a call for auditions for Seventh Dimension – The Castle. Thirty prospective male voice actors responded.
I listened to each one, roughly five minutes each, and felt there were three that could do it, but none of them were perfect until I heard Matt Newbold. He was the very last audition. Five minutes of perfection, nothing to fix, with a pleasant voice, able to narrate different voices easily, and didn’t mispronounce any of the Biblical words. I found out later he was a Christian and that we even listened to the same personalities on YouTube.
Matt narrated Seventh Dimension – The Castle and Seventh Dimension – The Howling, books 3 and 6 in the Seventh Dimension Series. I wondered if it was professional to have a man narrate a first-person POV woman’s voice? If only I could find a woman in my price range that could do it. Matt suggested I do it, but I was reluctant to consider it after my fiasco with Seventh Dimension – The Door.
After some conversation, however, and his assurance if I did Shale’s voice, he could do the other voices and insert them where they belonged, I reconsidered. That didn’t sound easy, but if I could get the technical part of the narration figured out, maybe it might work.
I remembered my dear friend, Roger Hunt, who had recently passed away. He was a musician of incredible talent, and he used the studio of someone I knew from a distance. What if I rented Dan’s studio, and he did all the technical stuff? That way, I could focus on the narration.
I contacted Dan, and we set up a test run. Later I gave the file to Matt to see if he could mesh my audio files with his—a little more complex than it sounds, and produce the audiobook for Seventh Dimension – The Prescience for me.
The project took about seven months to complete. Many hours of work went into it, and I am thankful for Matt’s graciousness in doing most of the hard “stuff.” I did not have the technical know-how to do it well. Matt is not only a voice actor but a professional musician, so—did God return the little grace that I extended to that struggling voice actress with Matt’s abundant grace?
Romans 8:28 (NLT) states, “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.”
Our belief in God’s good work is conditional in this verse on our love for Him, allowing us to be used by Him for His good purpose. Even though I am not a professional narrator, God provided what I needed. I didn’t have kids screaming in the background or cars honking as I sat in my car using a handheld recorder that I could barely operate. I had others who were professionals that helped me to do as good a job as possible so that the listeners of the story would enjoy the audiobook as much as if they were reading it.
All six books in the Seventh Dimension Series are now available as audiobooks. See below.
Am I Okay, God? Devotionals from the Seventh Dimension is a nonfiction companion book (also an audiobook) to Seventh Dimension – The Door. Am I Okay, God? explores the spiritual meanings presented in The Door to those who want to understand the evangelistic aspect of the first book in the series. I plan to write companion books for the rest of the books soon.
I highly recommend the series be read or listened to in order. However, you can enjoy the books individually as stand-alone books. Where necessary, I included the backstory to characters or situations so that the reader wouldn’t feel “lost.” I always appreciate it when the author reminds me or clues me in on something that I might have forgotten that’s important.
If you haven’t already, I hope you will check out the multi-award-winning Seventh Dimension Series. While I wrote the books to reach a younger audience for Yeshua (Jesus Christ), older people have also enjoyed the series.
When I was in high school and learned about the holocaust, I asked myself, how could someone as evil as Hitler rise to power and do what he did, and how could the masses let him do it?
Last weekend, I went to visit my family in Atlanta. My sister’s husband had the T.V. on, and it was airing the above show, The Complete Story of Hitler and the Nazis. I was drawn into the docudrama and couldn’t believe the parallels to what’s happened over the last two years from the onslaught of Covid-19.
Some of the parallels include the following:
1. How quickly Germany changed once Hitler came to power. Look at how almost overnight our world changed with Covid-19.
2. Eugenics. Hitler wanted to make the German race completely pure by eliminating those who were frail, of “inferior” lineage, Jewish, old and infirmed and physically/mentally/emotionally challenged. That is what we’ve seen with Covid-19. Watch the video up above with Mel K and Dr. Ardis if you don’t believe me.
3. The hypnotic power Hitler had over the nation. Trusting people were deceived by his charisma, authoritative persona, and sweeping agenda. In America, everything Dr. Fauci, the CDC, and NIH recommended was followed without question, without discussion, and without exception.
Not just ordinary people (who may have had justification if their only source of information was the biased media), but so did doctors, nurses, pharmacists, hospitals, and almost every medical establishment in America. Whatever Fauci said was what everyone believed to be true. Few people spoke out against the medical tyranny, and if they did, they were censored and annihilated in one form or another.
4. Hitler took away the rights of the people. During Covid, governments worldwide seized control over their citizens, forcing them to live subhuman lives—wearing masks, limiting travel, living in isolation, and in some instances tracking those exposed to Covid.
5. Hitler shut down churches and dismantled Christian institutions, encouraging the worship of him and his Nazi party. Heil Hitler was a form of worship and idolatry. During Covid, all over the world, churches were shuttered. Some have still not opened.
6. Hitler abolished freedom of speech. Today, if you criticize the U.S. government, you are branded a domestic terrorist.
7. Millions died because of Hitler’s actions. In America, almost one million people have died from Covid, mainly due to the actions of those in the medical complex; i.e., doctors prescribing Remdesivir, a killer drug, and denying inexpensive, safe drugs like hydrochlorothiazide and Ivermectin. If you don’t believe me, watch the video above with Mel K and Dr. Ardis.
8. Hitler divided the masses between the Aryan race and the “deplorables.” Does that remind you of Hillary Clinton calling Trump supporters “deplorables”?
Division is the name of the game—black versus white, vaxxed versus unvaxxed, compliant versus non-compliant, red states versus blue states, Democrats versus Republicans, liberal versus conservative. And gender dysphoria. People want to be something they aren’t.
9. Hitler wanted power. We have global elitists in Washington and all over the world who want to take away people’s ability to be free, including homeownership, and make them subservient to a few. Remember the motto from the World Economic Forum: “You will own nothing, and you will be happy.”
10. Hitler’s maniacal vision led to World War II, causing the deaths of almost eighty million people. If history is cyclical, which we know that it is, chances are we will be facing World War III within the next three years.
11. Because there was so much occultism behind Hitler’s rise to power, I will end on number 11 here to make the point. There is a hidden agenda behind this Covid “plandemic.” The word for “pharma” in the Bible is sorcery. The second half of Revelation 18:23 states: For thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all the nations deceived (KJV).
I would encourage everyone reading this blog post to please watch the video with Mel K and Dr. Ardis up above, as well as the videos I’ve linked to on Amazon Prime. Jesus said in Matthew 24:4: Take heed that no man deceive you (KJV).
The only way not to be deceived is to know the Bible, pray, and be aware of what’s happening in the world in light of Biblical prophecy. Perhaps if the German people had done these things, they would have had the power of the Holy Spirit within them to rise up against Hitler and stop his madness.
What can you do in your corner of the world to make a difference? Ask God. And He will show you.
|Lorilyn and her cat James in the memorial garden for her furry friends|
Door Number 1
I stood in the foyer and stared at Door Number 1. The only choice I was given was the order of the doors. So I could know the future to warn others—wasn’t that what the voice said?
I turned the handle. The door opened to a room of mirrors. However, these weren’t regular mirrors; they were mirrored doorways. “Which one should I enter, Lord?”
I heard nothing. I waited a little longer, but God’s voice was silent. He left the choice to me. I wanted to choose wisely. I stepped around several and came to a tall mirror. I stuck my hand in and pulled it out. I passed up that one and several others until I came to a mirror with moving images. I entered that one.
I was in a world of moving sidewalks. They went to the north, south, east, and west, crisscrossing each other, intersecting, and moving at very high speeds.
I looked down at my feet, and I was standing on the word “Go” in a multi-dimensional space. As I studied the moving tele-transports, I noticed travelers. Some of the people were anxious. Others seemed to enjoy the journey. Some disappeared and reappeared farther down the road. Others popped up and stayed.
I watched, mesmerized. I tried to see people’s faces. Who was happy and who was sad? That wasn’t made clear to me.
There were more than a dozen sidewalks. The longer I mulled over which one to choose, the more uncertain I became. After a while, I grew weary. I threw up my hands. Choices carry eternal consequences, and I wanted to make the right one.
“You choose,” I heard a voice say. “Free will is a wonderful thing in the hands of an awesome God.”
The sidewalk whisked me alongside dozens of other travelers. As the moving sidewalk carried me, I saw foods that whet my appetite. Cinnamon rolls, chocolate croissants, and other pastries called my name. I passed a brewery with a sign advertising free samples of beer. Farther along I caught a whiff of delightful scents—perfumes, essential oils, and soaps—so many choices, so much opportunity.
The exchange of money increased. Soon I saw people buying things they couldn’t afford. They pulled out credits cards, signed bank loans, borrowed from friends, and more.
“I’ve maxed out my credit cards,” someone said.
“No problem,” a merchant replied. “Just sign here.”
I left that conversation, and I continued along the widening sidewalk of debt.
“This car will be the best car you’ve ever owned,” a car salesman exhorted. “It’s the number one rated sports car in the world.”
I looked at the price tag—a hundred thousand dollars.
Soon I came to a crosswalk. Until now, I didn’t know the sidewalks were named. To my surprise, I was traveling on the Sidewalk of Necessities. I came to a store where a merchant was selling animals. The buyer offered the seller money, which was no small amount.
The merchant shook his head. “That’s not enough. These animals are extinct. You can breed them and create a new Garden of Eden. Imagine the people who will flock to your attraction—people who love Mother Earth, conservationists, animal lovers, and bird enthusiasts. You’ll be the richest man in the world. Who wouldn’t want to visit the rebirth of the Garden of Eden?”
The bartering continued. What would be a fair price to buy extinct animals and create another Garden of Eden?
As I walked, I came to a merchant who was selling futures. “Hear ye,” he shouted as he waved his hand. “Step right up. We’ll release your heart-felt dream. It’s reasonably priced, and you deserve it. Come and see a demonstration of the only dream reaper in the world.”
A woman walked up. “What’s the price?”
The wiry man whipped out his hand and pointed with a dramatic flair. “Have a seat. If you qualify after this demonstration, you’ll be given a special seat in the real dream reaper.” I looked behind the salesman at a most unusual contraption.
The woman was in her late twenties or early thirties and appeared to be in good health. Youth was leaving her, as it does for all of us, but she was too immature to have attained wisdom.
The woman poured out her heart to the stranger in extraordinary detail, expounding on all the unfair and unjust things that had happened to her, leading to a life in the gutter of despair. Always the victim, she wallowed in self-pity and rejection.
The merchant smiled. “You’re just the right person for the dream reaper. You deserve better. Don’t worry about the cost. You can pay it off in the next thirty years before your date with death.”
“What do you mean, my date with death?”
The merchant replied, “Well, I can’t tell you any more than that. You’ll need to talk to the dream reaper. He can answer that question.”
She looked around. “Where is he?”
The merchant pointed. “Step right up to the dream reaper building.”
The woman hesitated.
“You want to release your dream, right?”
The woman nodded, but her enthusiasm dissipated when she realized she couldn’t have it—another unjust and unfair thing to add to her trophy list of unhappiness.
I continued walking. A merchant stood out front waving a strange-looking banner—Soul Extractor. No one was at his stand, so I left the Sidewalk of Necessities and strolled up to the merchant.
“Tell me about your soul extractor business.”
His eyes lit up, and he greeted me with such exuberance I felt indebted to make a purchase.
“Would you like your soul extracted?” the man asked me.
“What do you do with the soul once you extract it?”
“Oh,” the merchant said, “I give it to the devil.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever met a person without a soul?”
“Wait a minute,” I interrupted. “If I sell my soul to you, then I no longer have a soul.”
“That’s right,” the merchant said. “But for some people, other things are more important than their soul.”
I stared at the merchant.
The man leaned over and looked into my eyes. “Think about it,” he whispered.
“You mean people would sell their soul?”
He laughed. “Absolutely.”
“What do you give them for their soul?”
The man cocked his head as if surprised by my question. “The devil sets the price.”
So what do you do with the soul you extract?”
The man laughed. “As I said, I give it to the devil.”
“You can’t do that,” I protested.
The smile left his face. “Look, I’m not discussing the moral issue of it. All I care about is selling the soul, and all the devil cares about is receiving the soul. So we have the soul extractor. Everyone is happy. The person has what he wanted, I’ve made the transaction, and the devil has the soul.”
I shook my head. “How can you do that?”
He leaned over and whispered, “Because I sold my soul to the devil and now I do his bidding. I have no choice. He owns me.”
For anyone who is interested in the latest uncensored Covid-19 information, below are links I’ve compiled.
I don’t know how long the links will work, but I’ve watched all these videos and can vouch for the fact that they are NOT hatched from conspiracy theories. I wish they were. I will say a couple of quick things here.
1. We will never go back to before Covid-19.
2. We will continue to lose our freedoms because governments never return the power that they have taken from the people back to the people.
3. This is an orchestrated effort by the leading nations in the world to begin the formation of global control through medical passports.
4. The hour is later than people think.
5. Be prepared for food shortages, internet takedown, and economic collapse.
6. Don’t believe the mainstream media. Don’t believe anything Fauci says, question everything you hear, and use the brain that God gave you TO THINK. If it doesn’t make sense, don’t believe it.
6. Do not fear. God is in control.
Here are links to information related specifically to COVID-19.
My blog post, “Are Doctors, Professors, and ‘Smart People’ Hearing From God About Covid-19” caused me to be suspended from Twitter.
If Twitter is worried about somebody like me posting something about Covid, you have to ask, why? What is really going on here? This isn’t about medicine. It’s about something else far more sinister. I’ll let you, the reader, think about it. If you care to read that blog post, click on this link.
Recently, a good author friend of mine in Melbourne, Australia, asked, “Why are people here giving up their freedoms and receiving the jab without question?”
His question is one that few are asking. The most severely locked-down state in the world, Victoria, Australia, is reminiscent of Nazi, Germany. Anyone who hasn’t received the jab cannot participate in everyday life.
My friend said (and a pastor friend in Melbourne said the same thing to me), that Australians take the jab without question, without thought, without concern about the totalitarian nature of enforcement, even for those who don’t want it.
The truth is, maybe God IS speaking to those people, but they aren’t listening.
When you read through the Old Testament, Jeremiah and Ezekiel, for example, the people did not listen to the prophets. Despite all the warnings, the people didn’t heed the dire predictions from God and chose to go their own way.
If you remember the movie, The Matrix, those who swallowed the red pill knew the truth. Those who took the blue pill lived in virtual reality without an awareness of the evil matrix. If The Matrix’s victims had known their reality wasn’t real, would they have chosen to continue in the matrix or would they have chosen to live in the real world, no matter how difficult or painful?
These types of movies are often predictive of future events. I wonder if God gives us a foreshadowing through media of our future to warn us, in much the same way as the Old Testament prophets exhorted the wayward Israelites. Of course, we know Hollywood is full of occultists, and while Satan is not omniscient, he knows enough to infiltrate people’s thoughts to believe he’s as wise as God.
Fast forward to today. Many people have turned off the news. Some have awakened to realize that much of what they have been told isn’t true. Despite knowing they have been lied to, many would still prefer just to live their lives in ignorance. Never mind the truth; never mind morality; never mind the ultimate purpose of the globalists, or whoever is in power.
The absolute truth is that Lucifer only knows what God allows him to know, and God has given him his “prince-of-the-air powers” to deceive those who “think” they know the truth from those in Jesus Christ.
But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh (Galatians 5:16).
I have often said that God is gracious in that He doesn’t give us all the truth because if we were all-knowing, that knowledge would destroy us. Remember the sin of Adam and Eve in the garden, wanting to be like God with the knowledge of good and evil? If we have a moral compass rooted in our Savior, the evil part is what we can’t handle. Only Jesus Christ could endure the cross and become sin so that someday we will know God perfectly and there will be no sin.
The depravity of man is so absolute—the evilness within our hearts and the wickedness of the world—that perfect knowledge of evil would destroy us. I see an animal get abused, and it devastates me. To see a child suffer or be a pawn for an ignoble purpose is unconscionable. To even think about abortion makes me sick to my stomach if I dwell on it.
I remember what Jesus said about those who hurt a child:
But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be thrown into the sea (Mark 9:42).
As the country falls prey to increasing evilness, few people are willing to stand for truth. Look at what the media did to General Flynn, President Trump, and Sidney Powell in the last election. Now they are going after Florida Governor, Ron Desantis, and anyone else who opposes the globalists’ agenda.
When it comes to the Covid-19 vaccine, the pharmaceutical companies, the CDC, the FDA, the NIH, and the WHO are in cahoots with one of the richest men in the world, Bill Gates. Many people don’t realize if a vaccine or so-called vaccine injures a person, the drug company has no liability. Liability ensures accountability. We don’t have that anymore (we once did), even though big pharma has made millions off vaccines.
However, the pharmaceutical giants pay millions to the news media to advertise their drugs. What commercials do you see on T.V. all the time? The networks push big pharma because those commercials pay their salaries.
The Bible says the anti-Christ will be involved in three spheres of influence: The government, religion, and commercial enterprise; and I think his method of enforcement will rely heavily on the media—including the World Wide Web, 5-G, A.I., social networks, and surveillance.
Recently, I’ve come to realize we will soon be like China. If a person doesn’t follow the government’s rules, somebody will turn him in. Why—to raise the tattler’s social score. Remember what the Bible says in Luke 12:53 (NIV):
Father will be divided against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.
To address Covid-19 specifically, the push for a mandatory vaccine is NOT about a vaccine. The mRNA is NOT a vaccine. It’s a tool. It’s laying the foundation for implementing the Mark of the Beast. This whole system must be in place BEFORE the anti-Christ makes his appearance.
I will add a little levity to this dire topic. When I went through breast cancer treatment, I had a double mastectomy. I opted to have a plastic surgeon do reconstruction in conjunction with the surgery.
Anyone who has had a surgical procedure knows the physician visits the patient the morning of the surgery to talk to the patient about the procedure. My plastic surgeon came in per the usual protocol, and I asked him how long his part of the procedure would take.
He said, “A couple of hours.” I was surprised. “That long?” I asked. He replied, “Well, we can’t just shove it up there.”
The truth is, there are many dots to connect and threads to thread and technological innovations (that need patents) that must be in place to facilitate the work of the anti-Christ and his partner in crime. The evil one can’t just “shove things into place.” Satan has been working on this project ever since the Garden of Eden, but we are close to the culmination of this epic battle between good and evil.
Most Christians don’t know this stuff because they DON’T WANT to know it. Almost one-third of the Bible is prophetic, and yet, how many Christians have read the book of Revelation or studied the Old Testament prophets?
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that things are not as they appear. Or perhaps it’s the biased nature of the media, highly skilled at editorializing facts, that spins the news to fit their version of the truth. However, any thinking individual can see right through the deception—if they want to.
Historical documents reveal how Hitler used the media to push his Nazi agenda and indoctrinate the youth. His propaganda was imbued in the educational system, and his youth camps tapped into idyllic dreams of nirvana. Germans longed to see a renewed vision of their country’s future after Germany’s humiliating defeat in World War I (article from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum).
I said years ago that the media would be part of the beast system. If you agree with their agenda, the media gives you a platform to speak, and they put a mic in front of your mouth.
A mouth was given to him speaking arrogant words and blasphemies, and authority to act for forty-two months was given to him (Revelation 13:5).
I don’t believe the unbiased mainstream media will ever come back because THEY DON’T WANT to come back. Why should they? Is there an economic incentive to tell people the truth? Do the media conglomerates (90% of the American news is controlled by six companies) have enough moral chutzpah to question the pharmaceutical companies’ data who pay their bills and keep them on the air?
It’s not just the news media held hostage. The unfortunate victims trickle all the way down to YOUR physician. Most doctors have chosen to accept the status quo. If they speak out against the vaccine, or question the data, or just want an open dialogue, they risk losing their medical license.
Some have faced threats to themselves and their family. At the very least, they receive verbal reprimands that can be escalated all the way to the licensing boards.
Besides that, how many doctors really want to take on the medical establishment? Perhaps they are too comfortable living in virtual reality. They make their big money, live in their expensive houses, and have kids to educate.
Instead, they go along with the narrative, and after a while, they start to believe the narrative. Physicians and nurses have to believe it because how would they live with themselves if they didn’t? What about that Hippocratic oath (complete oath found here)?
What about the thousands of doctors who have denied Ivermectin to hospitalized patients who might have been saved if they had received early treatment? What about the man in my church who died from Covid? The hospital refused to offer him Ivermectin despite his wife’s pleas.
Again, why would they deny possible life-saving treatment? The fact is, the NIH could not issue an Emergency Use Authorization of a new vaccine if other treatments were available. The EUA enabled pharmaceutical companies to skip some of the vaccine protocols that have been followed for decades.
That’s why they shut down Trump when he started talking about hydrochlorothiazide. A year later, the narrative continues across America. Hospitals are not allowed to give Ivermectin to patients for Covid because they say it’s an off-label use.
In reality, doctors use drugs in off-label ways all the time. But if hospitals or doctors prescribe it for Covid, they are in trouble.
For a loved one to receive Ivermectin in the hospital, the only option is for the family to go to court and get a court order, and even with that, the road is treacherous. Hospitals continue to put up roadblocks. Why?
If Ivermectin works (like so many doctors worldwide have documented), how can the medical community in America justify the thousands of patients they have denied treatment to with this Nobel prize-winning drug? That would be akin to saying they allowed them to die. Do your own research on this topic, preferably with a different search engine than Google. Be prepared to swallow the red pill. You won’t like what you see.
I replied to my Australian friend, who asked, “Why are doctors not hearing from God like you and me?” My answer still is, “Because they don’t want to.” They have justified the means, making people take the jab, to achieve their end goal. It runs roughshod over individual freedoms, particularly here in America.
A few people are fighting back. But is it too little too late? Governments rarely give power back to their people once they have seized it. Will my daughters know the freedoms I’ve enjoyed throughout my life? I don’t know, but as my mother says, “They won’t know any different.”
Sadly, our young people have been indoctrinated into socialism so that they don’t know what’s at stake; but I’ll keep fighting as long as I’m here.
When the FBI came to my house, they asked if they could talk with me about what happened at the Capitol Building on January 6. I replied, “I’ll be glad to talk to you if you let me talk about my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.”
They said, “We know you are a Christian.”
As I watched Trump supporters with their bare hands tackle the “insurrectionists,” who held long rods (deadly weapons) and were attempting to break the windows, the Spirit within me said, “Christians must be willing to fight.”
I didn’t know what God meant at the time. Looking back, I believe what the voice was admonishing me is that we must be willing to stand up and defend the truth, fight for the unborn, push back against critical race theory, question everything, and not bow to government mandates that we must take the jab even if we don’t want to. We’ve got to be willing to “occupy” until the Lord’s return, and increasingly, that’s going to get more and more difficult.
My way of fighting back is to stay in the Word, pray unceasingly, encourage my friends, and witness when I have the opportunity. I acknowledge that most of what I hear and see through the media isn’t true. And I know that things will continue down this slippery slope until the Tribulation. If we pray and ask God for mercy, perhaps we can slow things down.
But I have to ask, do I want to? I’m ready for Jesus to return now. I can’t wait for Him to execute justice on this fallen world. I can’t wait to see my Savior, who died for me (and you) on the cross over two thousand years ago.
I don’t know if we can delay events. But I know God wants us to be busy witnessing and bringing people into the kingdom. That’s THE most important thing. There isn’t anything more important than where we will spend eternity.
Getting back to the conversation with my Australian friend, again, I have asked myself this question hundreds of times: Why do I see this stuff and other people don’t?
If you look at the gifts of the Spirit, one of them relates to knowledge. To one person the Spirit gives the ability to give wise advice; to another, the same Spirit gives a message of special knowledge (I Cor 12:8).
I am not a prophet and would never want to be, but I do believe God, on a few occasions, has given me a “Word of Knowledge” about things or insights that were beyond my natural ability to perceive.
I also think, and this is just me speaking, creative people have a sensate spirit. In other words, they “feel” things that the average person doesn’t perceive. They feel it in their soul.
History is replete with examples. People write books, paint paintings, and write songs that capture the essence of reality long before the typical person trying to “survive” is even aware of what’s happening.
Perhaps the creativity of these gifted people is even part of the movement, inching society forward because that’s how change happens. An emotional catharsis arises. Sometimes it leads to war; at other times, it leads to social revolution.
We are experiencing that now. Christian authors who have been writing for the glory of God can’t help but be aware of the increasing evilness everywhere. God mysteriously gives us insights that we can use to glorify Him that would probably be squandered by others who are happy to swallow the blue pill (The Matrix).
Now, I’ve probably put the reader to sleep with all my ramblings, but my Australian friend asked a great question: Why do some people see what’s happening and others don’t? There isn’t a simple answer—yet. But we need to keep asking the question.
Here are a couple of links I will pass along to the reader. There is also an ap for your phone that you can download from J.D. Farag’s website.
J.D. Farag website: https://subsplash.com/calvarychapelkaneohe/lb/ms/+82yxp8f
Here is one I liked in particular, but all his Bible prophecy updates are good: https://subsplash.com/calvarychapelkaneohe/lb/mi/+6nw97nd
Excellent sermon by Jack Hibbs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGtSAXMUDAk&t=3456s
If you watch this video, you will NOT want to get the second jab: https://www.brighteon.com/e4c1acfe-50dd-4f2b-bf49-3ae89b0740f5
Might I end with the most important question—where will you, the reader, spend eternity? This world is passing away, but the glory of the Lord is forever.
Don’t leave Earth without accepting Jesus Christ into your heart. He longs to have a PERSONAL relationship with you. Give your life to Him, turn from your sin, and don’t look back. The Lord’s return is very, very soon. Don’t wait. Today is the day of salvation.
Many years ago, I sat with my dad on the front porch one summer night in Marietta, Georgia. The stars shone brightly overhead, and the chirping of nightlife filled the air. We got into a discussion about whether we would live to see the turn of the century. I was a young teen at the time, but my dad was in his 40’s.
He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll live that long. I’d be in my 70’s. Well, maybe.”
Both his parents died when he was young, so his words hung in the air, pressing in on me that I would probably outlive him and my mom, although my mother’s side of the family is long-lived—typically into their 90’s. My mom is approaching that age in 2021. Sadly, my dad didn’t make it to 2000. He passed away in 1994 from a brain tumor, but he was close.
My dad used to say that even though his body had aged, his mind was still the same as when he was young. I never understood what he meant when I was young. I suppose if you get Alzheimer’s, that’s not the case, but the thought that your mind doesn’t age like your body does is intriguing. How can that be?
As I continue to stretch myself doing things I never imagined, I hope it will help keep my mind spry. I am learning Morse Code and pondering what my first sentence will be when I go on the airwaves. The biggest adjustment will be instead of sending out captions at 260 plus words per minute, I’ll be “competent” if I can send out ten words per minute using C.W.
I just applied for Social Security and will be retiring at the end of the year. Where does the time go? I remember a poem I wrote by that title when I was around fifteen. Because my mother loved it so much, I even turned it into a song.
It’s so easy to lose track of years as they come and go and not even realize decades have passed in what seems like the blink of an eye. Since August, I’ve been an empty nester. Both my daughters have moved out. I even needed to replace the 20-year-old van that I bought when Joy was still an infant.
While I might be sounding a little melancholy, I’m thankful to be alive. And this Thanksgiving, I wanted to focus on how grateful I am for all the blessings God has given me.
I asked myself, what is my favorite Thanksgiving? At sixty-six, I’ve lived through quite a few. And the answer came almost as quickly as I asked the question. I want to share an extraordinary Thanksgiving story from when I was seven.
My mom and adoptive father married on November 3, 1962. Three weeks later, that Thanksgiving holiday, my life changed forever. The arrival of my childhood pet is a story made for Hollywood. But God wrote it for me before the foundations of the world.
At a tenuous time when my mother had just remarried, because we moved to a different area of Atlanta, I had to switch schools. I was a lonely, confused kid. Being forced to repeat first grade didn’t help. But God had His eyes on me. He knew I needed a special friend. Our loving, heavenly Father sent me a stray dog that taught me more about God and the meaning of love than most seven-year-olds could ever understand. That is—unless it was someone like me, someone who needed the kind of love only a dog can give.
Here is an excerpt from my recently published book, Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul.
Seven Years Old
One morning I awoke from a fantasy world more thrilling than Disney could ever create. I felt a wet, warm kiss on my cheek. When I opened my eyes and saw a dog, I wrapped my arms around her.
“Who are you?” I asked. As my dreamy eyes focused, I saw she was white, and somehow, she had walked into the house, run up the stairs, and found me in bed.
My mother stood across from me with a smile etched across her face.
I patted the dog’s head. “Where did she come from?”
“This is Gypsy. We’re going to keep her,” she said.
I blinked to make sure I hadn’t died and gone to heaven. Not that I even knew where that was, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t starring in a Hollywood movie. Surely this was just make-believe.
A prominent movie director in New York once tried to convince my mother to let him take me to Hollywood. My mother said no, and I lost my only bid for Hollywood stardom. Instead, Hollywood discovered Hayley Mills. Everybody, when I was young, compared me to her. I’ve heard it said everybody has a twin. Hayley Mills was mine.
Everything faded into the bedroom walls as I focused on the bouncy white, playful pearl. While some might argue we saved her from a wretched life on the streets, I’d say she saved me from a very challenging, lonely childhood. Is dog not God spelled backward?
Mother told me how the night before, Gypsy snuck into the apartment through the door with my stepfather—who I call Dad for the remainder of the book—when he returned from the store to buy milk.
Soon Gypsy became my faithful companion and playmate. When I came home from school, she would be waiting for me at the door. I invented games to play with her. I would place my hand underneath the blanket and move it around, and Gypsy would “fetch” it with her mouth. I soon learned how much dogs love to chew on shoes, slippers, and record covers.
When I came home from school, I could hardly wait to walk her. When we returned after each walk, I would announce how many times Gypsy had used the bathroom, both number one and number two, to validate I was the best dog walker in the world. I cleaned up after her when she made a mess so nobody would know. I always had a deep-seated fear I might lose her.
One afternoon I arrived home from school, and I knew something was wrong. Gypsy didn’t greet me at the door, and I ran through the house looking for her.
“She’s gone,” my mother told me. “The apartment manager said we couldn’t keep her, and your father took her to a protected area. Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”
“Where did he take her?”
My mother paused before continuing. “You know the apartment complex doesn’t allow dogs. We had no choice.”
My heart broke. I knew it might come to this. I’d overheard the whispers. I ran out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom. Burying my face in the pillow, I cried. Gypsy was gone. I didn’t want to believe I would never see her again. Even at eight, I believed in miracles.
That night thunderbolts crashed outside my bedroom, and lightning pierced through the window shades. I imagined Gypsy in the darkness. I could feel her fur against my skin and see her dark, brown eyes pleading for me. I twisted and turned in bed as peals of thunder bounced off the walls. If Gypsy ever found her way back, I vowed to run away with her. I would never let anybody take her from me again.
The next day came and went. She didn’t return. I went to school, hoping she would find her way back.
After another stormy night, Wednesday arrived, the day before Thanksgiving. We were packing things to visit my new father’s family in North Carolina. My mother had recently remarried. We had yet to meet the extended family of her new husband—a brother and three sisters.
I kept looking up the hill in front of the apartment, imagining that I would see my dog come flying over the rise in the road. I knew it was almost impossible, but I hoped. I made one last trip to my bedroom. The car was loaded, and we were ready to leave. I picked up my pillow and remembered the first morning Gypsy awoke me and licked me on the face.
“God, please help Gypsy to find her way back.”
I walked out the door to get into the car. Glancing one last time up the hill, I saw something white. Was it, could it be—I dropped my pillow and started to run. My mind raced, and I ran as fast as my legs would move. It couldn’t be—but it was.
Tattered and dirty and barking excitedly, Gypsy ran toward me, flashing her tail in the wind. She had survived two nights of bad weather and found her way home through a raging storm. If she had arrived two minutes later, we would have been on the road.
I crouched down and held her as she whimpered and licked my face. I didn’t know I could laugh and cry at the same time, but one thing I did know—God brought Gypsy back to me.
“I will never let go of you,” I promised.
Gypsy squealed. For the first time, I believed in God.
All these years later, my faith in God remains steadfast. And as I wrote in my book Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul, I know I will see Gypsy again. My younger daughter Joy and her roommates recently adopted a dog from the local humane society. I’m smiling on the inside. The Roberts’ tradition lives on with my children, and that brings me great joy this Thanksgiving.
Hailey Becker was all of 79 years old. She lived with her doting, younger husband for the better part of her life, and they had two wonderful grown daughters who lived nearby. They were one of those families you couldn’t help but like. Hailey was the best cook this side of paradise, and Charlie could be anybody’s uncle—even the mothers-in-law who gossip too much. Charlie knew how to be polite and caring, and a pot of coffee was always brewing whenever I stopped by.
So when we heard about an upcoming surprise trip, everybody wanted to know the details. However, Charlie could keep a secret like no one, and Hailey—well, I’m not sure she knew all the details.
A few weeks later, Hailey called me. “You must come by and see my new suitcase,” she said. “When we went to Cuba, our suitcases were too small for all the stuff we bought. We had to ship the vases back, and I worried for weeks when they didn’t arrive.”
I stopped in to see her bright pink new suitcase. What did her hubby think about the pink luggage? Knowing Charlie, he would say it was perfect.
“I wanted to be able to find my suitcase amongst the hundreds of others. You know, they all look the same when they pull them off the boat.”
I remembered when I went on a cruise and came home with somebody else’s luggage. And I didn’t even notice it wasn’t my bag until I opened it and found high heels stashed inside.
I laughed. “Sounds like a good strategy,” although I couldn’t imagine Hailey being like me and coming home with anybody else’s luggage.
Several months went by, and Hailey talked about the upcoming trip on several occasions. I heard through the grapevine that her suitcase was packed. One day she said to me, “You know, I keep telling Charlie he needs to pack his bag. Mine is ready, but he hasn’t even started packing his. We sure don’t want to miss the boat. What can I do to get him to pack his clothes?”
“You know how men are,” I said. “They can pack in three minutes.”
Hailey’s eyes twinkled. “Not me. I like to be ready at a moment’s notice. Unexpected things can come up, and it would be dreadful to miss the boat because I packed too late.”
I smiled. “Charlie won’t let you down. He’ll be at your side when you are ready to board that ship. I promise you.”
Soon signs revealed the trip was imminent. I heard that the suitcase was right beside Hailey’s bed, where she now spent most of her days. She was ready whenever the moment arrived.
Then I received word that they were on the way to the departure gate. Charlie reassured me he had her ticket in hand and her belongings were in the pink suitcase. He would make sure she was comfortable as she stood at the gate. I couldn’t wait to say goodbye to my friend.
When I arrived, Hailey’s bubbly personality enveloped me. She pointed to her bags, “I’m ready,” she exclaimed, “but I still don’t understand why Charlie hasn’t packed very much.” After a few minutes, she added, “I’m not going to worry about him. If he wants to wear the same clothes every day, that’s his choice.”
“He’ll be fine,” I assured my friend.
“When are we leaving?” Hailey asked Charlie several times as I sat beside her. “I don’t want to miss the trip.”
Charlie took her hand in his and locked onto her pleading eyes. “I promise, you won’t miss it.”
I stopped by the departure gate several times until she made the trip to Glory. I heard her leaving was peaceful. And I also heard that she didn’t need the suitcase she had meticulously packed.
I thought about all the things I’ve packed away, not only in my house but in my heart. Then I remind myself, it’s an all-expense paid, one-way trip, and we don’t need anything except our passport.
“She wasn’t one minute late,” Charlie reassured me, “and the smile on her face lifted my sorrowful heart.”
Who greeted her when she arrived? I’m sure it was a glorious reunion of friends, family, and Bible heroes. When it’s my turn, I know Hailey will be there to meet me.
Hailey Becker is not just my friend. She’s everybody’s friend. She is all those we’ve loved and said goodbye to too soon. And even though I know I won’t need a suitcase, like Hailey, I want to be ready at a moment’s notice. I find comfort knowing that my bag is packed—a bag filled by my Savior with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control. I must remember to refill it from God’s Holy Book each day, so I’m always ready should my name be called.
I imagine Hailey received so many gifts upon arrival that she was glad she didn’t bring that earthly pink suitcase. While we try to fill our lives with worldly wealth, the wealth in Glory will far surpass anything we could conjure up here. Indeed, I suppose all the pink suitcases in the world could not contain the treasures awaiting when we arrive.
I’ve also heard that I won’t need a winter coat or even any clothes. By all accounts, the weather is perfect, the land exquisite, the joy unspeakable, the citizens glorious, and the price exceptional—by that, I mean, it’s free to pass holders—bought and paid for a long time ago by Jesus Christ. Every day I make sure I’ve packed my pass. The truth is, it’s so big, so heavy, and so heavenly, no pink suitcase could ever contain it. And only Jesus Christ could carry it.
“The story moves at a good pace, is enhanced by the illustrations, and is told through chapters appropriate in length for the complexity of the concept. While this is an excellent book for a child who faces a similar struggle, it can help all children learn to be kinder to those who struggle with reading.” Kimberlee J. Benart, Readers’ Favorite Reviewer.
Book Love is a work of fiction for children by Lorilyn Roberts. Everyone learns at a different pace. Some children learn to read very early, while others have difficulty learning to read until they’ve been in school for a few years.
It’s said that some of the greatest minds in history didn’t learn to read until they were older, like Einstein, who didn’t learn to read until he was 9.
A little girl in second grade is embarrassed when she is called upon to read out loud in front of the class. When she is told she has to take Grade 1 over again, she’s even more embarrassed.
Gradually she develops her own reading skills, but it’s a day stuck at home sick in bed that introduces the many positive possibilities found in books. One story leads to another, and soon this little girl can’t stop reading – she’s found a passion for books.
Lorilyn Roberts’s early chapter book, Book Love, is a touching story about a little girl who struggles with reading. At first, embarrassed by her inability to read, this little girl hates books and everything books have to offer. As the plot evolves, the girl learns to read and gradually develops an interest in books.
The story is told in simple language so a young reader, especially one struggling with reading, can sound out the words and learn to read as they realize that perhaps their problems with reading are not unique to them alone.
The line drawings are sweet and add another dimension to the story. Young readers will instantly feel a bond with this little girl as everyone has their own struggles, whether with reading or something else.
Beautifully and compassionately told by a masterful writer.
|Lorilyn sharing books with children in Kathmandu, Nepal|
I remember when I homeschooled my daughters how hard I searched for books to get my daughters excited about reading. With the new school year just beginning and many children lagging behind following a year of Covid challenges, Book Love will be a hit with school-age kids who struggle with reading.
It’s hard to overestimate how important reading is as a lifelong skill. Children develop analytical thinking from reading. Based on what I heard a famous general once said, my motto for Book Love is: Young readers become world leaders.
The pre-order price is 99¢ until September 16. The publication date on Amazon is September 17.
Book Love will be available on all book platforms and in bookstores through Ingram. By making it available as a preorder on Amazon, I want to give parents, teachers, and librarians an advanced opportunity to incorporate it into their educational curriculum for this year. Grade level will depend on the child, but I would say first grade (with help) through third grade (independent reader) would be most appropriate.
I’m also available for personal appearances at schools and homeschooling events in the North-Central Florida area. Please contact me at authorLorilynRoberts@gmail.com to make arrangements.
A short blurb from another Readers’ Favorite reviewer:
You Aren’t in Kansas Anymore
A Christian Satire on the Deplorable State of Affairs
August 27, 2021
My Dear American Patriot,
I know you’re perplexed about the deplorable state of affairs and what in the world is happening. I want to reassure you, my friend, you are not in Kansas anymore. You will never go back to Kansas. Why would you want to go back to that cesspool when Trump was president, when America was energy independent, when the economy was thriving, when no one even knew what Critical Race Theory was, and before the rigged election? After all, we know Biden is our Commander in Chief. As they said, “Nothing here, move on.”
Aren’t you glad nobody has been able to check those Dominion machines? I wouldn’t allow it—they are under my dominion. We needed everything in place for The New World Order. It will be even better than the famous novel Brave New World. By the way, I helped Aldous Huxley to write that book. He wrote it exactly as I instructed him, and look how famous he is.
Population reduction has been going quite well. The blood of the babies offered to Molech gives me substantial supernatural power. Your utmost care is extremely important, my little messengers. Keep supporting me at the abortion clinics. I will repay you in kind on judgment day. Isn’t it nice to be on the winning side? We’ve made tremendous progress since we got rid of Number 45.
Now to more important things: Don’t let the troop withdrawal from Afghanistan concern you. The news media is lying to you about all those casualties. You know how they lie about everything. They rarely get anything correct, and this is their biggest blunder yet. Just keep your eyes on me; don’t look up. I control the powers that be in Washington. You need not concern yourself with matters so high and lofty.
Don’t believe that things are getting better? Think about all the free money you’ve received since my cat’s paw landed in the office of the presidency. Many of you haven’t had to pay rent in months. Ah! An extended vacation. You say, ”Keep this gravy train going.” I say, “Let the government take care of you. You deserve it. Let’s make America great again. After all, the mantra is ‘land of the free.’ That should include free housing, free health insurance, and free food.”
But back to the current state of affairs. I know many of you have been dismayed about forced vaccinations at your job and vaccine passports, the harbinger of war in the Middle East, and the terrible plight of illegal, dangerous people crossing the border into the country.
However, this is all necessary to discourage believers. We want them to join us. We must reeducate them about what’s really happening. We need to convince the recalcitrant that borders are evil. In due time, they will come around. Once they realize nobody is listening, they will shut up. Christians are like sheep. Eventually, they do what they are told. That’s what Christians do.
Rest assured, we are gaining in strength, and we are growing in numbers. The stage is set for me to send my world leader on the scene, a man of fortresses, who will bring world peace. Once we kill off a significant portion of the population through every means at our fingertips, we will be able to rebuild and make the world a better place.
In the meantime, we need to destroy the U.S. Constitution. That document has caused more damage to the blacks, Latinos, and LGBTQ community than any other document in the history of humankind. The next presidential election should seal that deal. I thank my minions who put those secure voting machines in strategic locations. I expect to have complete dominion over all the countries that are members of the United Nations after the next U.S. presidential election. My chosen leader is already here setting up a one-world government. It’s my craftiness, my cunning, and my persuasion through deception that’s allowed the pieces to fall into place.
We must keep up the pressure on climate change. Population control will go a long way toward reducing carbon emissions, and we must reduce beef consumption. Cows produce too much flatulence and are a significant producer of the worst kind of pollution. Just get rid of the cows, which will take care of four percent of the greenhouse gases worldwide.
1. Make sure you receive the Covid shot. In fact, make sure you receive all the booster shots that will soon follow. They are for your good. Fear is a good motivator. Keep scaring those who are resistant to compliance.
2. Follow all the guidelines from the CDC, NIH, and WHO. You know they have your best interest at heart. You know they wouldn’t recommend a vaccine that hadn’t undergone the rigors of proper testing. They would never compromise, would they? After all, they have no liability if someone dies from Covid, and if they have a financial interest, it’s not important. Nobody would care. We don’t have to tell the public about any of the adverse effects of the shot—that might scare people, and then they wouldn’t get the jab. Mind control is good. We don’t want to upset the masses. Why disappoint them? Tell them what they want to hear. If you say it enough times, they will believe you. Everyone hates bad news. Just give them the good news—the shot works. That’s all you have to say.
3. Make sure you wear your mask. You wouldn’t want to infect your loved ones, would you? After all, the death rate is as high as 1% in people who are too old to be useful citizens. Again, just do the right thing. Wear your mask. Make your children wear a mask. You want them to be good, compliant citizens just like you when they grow up. You want to teach them to obey every law passed by Big Brother because that’s what good citizens do. Be a good role model; never question anything—that’s bad. Always trust the government. You know they care deeply about you and your family. Trust them with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
4. Make sure you keep an eye on your neighbor, colleague, spouse, and cohort. We need to make sure everyone does what’s best for the country. If someone does not follow instructions, you need to report them to the authorities. We need to cancel those who distort the truth. If someone doesn’t comply, we may need to take bolder measures, like implementing a social scorecard. I can vouch for the fact they have been very effective in China to force people into compliance. I’ll share more about that later.
Prince of the Air,
Seventh Dimension Series – Christian Fantasy by Lorilyn Roberts
The Seventh Dimension Series Full Box Set includes The Door, The King, The Castle, The City, The Prescience, and The Howling. The Seventh Dimension Series has won over thirty book awards.
“Time is an illusion until God’s appointed time,” is the major theme based on A.W. Tozer’s quote in The Pursuit of God: “A spiritual kingdom lies all about us, enclosing us, embracing us, altogether within reach of our inner selves, waiting for us to recognize it. God Himself is here waiting our response to His Presence. This eternal world will come alive to us the moment we begin to reckon upon its reality.”
The two young protagonists, Shale Snyder, an American, and Daniel Sperling, an Israeli, meet in the seventh dimension—a reality outside of time. Their love for each other is conflicted over their opposing spiritual beliefs that seem irreconcilable.
The story covers many years as the young couple matures. The sixth book, The Howling, culminates with Biblical revelations concerning the future, Daniel’s missing father, and a startling surprise.
Allegory, foreshadowing, and symbolism are woven into the Seventh Dimension Series, and the heroism of the two protagonists is meant to inspire the reader.
Love and forgiveness are virtues that both protagonists must learn. The Seventh Dimension Series begins in Atlanta, Georgia, but quickly moves to Israel. The reader soon finds himself immersed in the first century, and stories from the life of Jesus Christ intersect the story plot outside of time. As the reader progresses through the books, he is exposed to many religions and worldviews, including Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, and Buddhism; and the young couple makes a memorable trip to heaven and hell.
Many relevant topics are addressed that young adults will have explored in school, among friends, or been exposed to through the media—evolution versus creationism, globalism versus nationalism, socialism versus capitalism, adoption versus abortion, and Christianity versus occultism. Spiritual warfare is a recurring theme, and there are talking animals, special gifts, and much more that I will let the reader discover for himself.
The protagonists are coming-of-age young adults, taken via supernatural stargates into the violent, unpredictable world of the seventh dimension. While I wrote this series for young adults, all readers will enjoy deeper, profound truths that can only be learned from a life well-lived.
An unexamined life can squander the opportunity to be redeemed. What a waste. My goal is to make the reader think, ask questions, and consider the most important question of all—where will he spend eternity? As noted above, the theme of the Seventh Dimension Series is: “Time is an illusion until God’s appointed time.” You may not have tomorrow. You only have today, this hour, this moment, this second…