The "AI" Threat: Relationships are Exploited

 With the advent, and recent disclosure of Emulation Technology (so called, “AI”), it is wise to set one’s trust in all technology, aside. Technology is not of Yahuah, at least, not how it is commonly used in this fallen world. In all likelihood, it was even fallen angels who taught men how to design and build technology. With that said, I am going to record here a scenario in which Emulation Technology can be used to deceive and control.

Scenario: Relationships are Used Against You

It’s a friday night, you’ve just gotten off work. You come home to your wife and family and they greet you warmly, as always. You sit down and eat dinner, discuss any significant points of the day, remind each other of upcoming events. You finish up eating, and send the children to clean up. Your wife looks up at you.

She says: “Your best friend called me today.”

You raise an eyebrow, say, “Really? What for?”

“Well, he said he couldn’t get a hold of you, and so called me. Anyway, he wants to meet this weekend.”

You say: “Sweet. We’ll meet at the regular spot.”

Your wife gives you the look.

You peer side to side, wondering if you’ve maybe forgetting something. You brush it off and get up from the table. The night progresses and you find a moment to call your friend. He answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey, buddy!”

“Oh, hey man! How’s it going?”

“Good, good. So my wife said you called her — said you couldn’t get a hold of me.”

“Yeah, I tried to call you earlier… guess it didn’t go through.”

“Seems that way.”

“Right, so anyway, how about we meet up…”

He cuts off for an awkwardly long time.

“You there?” you say.

“Uh huh. How about we meet up at the one bar way out in… you remember?”

“I remember that place. That bar was cool. Uhm… it’s a little ways out though.”

“Sure but we haven’t been there in… how long?”

“Two years — I just saw it pop up as a ‘memory’ on my profile.”

“Right! Almost forgot.”

“How could you? You were thrown out by the bouncer.”

“He probably doesn’t work there anymore, though. Let’s meet there tomorrow, at seven.”

“Alright… guess I’ll see you then.”

“See you then.”

The call ends and you sit there a moment. You could have sworn he’d said he’d never go back but you brush it off, as your mind is more troubled by how to tell your wife.

Before bed you discuss the matter with your wife. She doesn’t like it but has always supported your decisions.

You say, “I will only be a few hours. Sure, its not close by but forty minutes is nothing.”

“I hate it when you leave. I don’t feel safe when you’re not around.”

You comfort her and the two of you fall asleep.

The next day goes by quickly. You worked in your shop, and got to mess around with that new safe you had delivered, just last week. It showed up in a big box car from the safe company, with a large advertisement on each side. You smiled as it drove down the road to your brand new house, and couldn’t help but imagine the jealousy on the faces of your neighbors.

You had bought the most expensive safe money could buy. The company placed it, bolted it to the floor, and you’d previously designed the building so that it was set back in a solid surround. It would take a master thief to crack this bad boy. You laugh, set the last of your cash, firearms, gold and silver in the safe and shut the door. It locks with a solid thunk. A sense of security comforts you, as you leave your most prized possessions behind to meet with your friend.

Forty minutes of driving later, you arrive at the bar. You head inside, and look for your buddy. After a few minutes of searching, you don’t find him. You pull out your phone, send him a text: here.

A text comes back: Awesome. OMW be there in a few. Grab me a drink and I’ll buy the next!

You do so but halfway through the pint, you realize it’s been ten minutes and he’s still not here. You step outside to give him a call — there’s no answer. You head back inside and spend another ten minutes finishing your beer. You shoot him a text, or two with no response. Having spent too long watching the condensation from his beer puddle on the table, you decide to call it quits. You head out and start up your car. Pulling up your phone you call him again. This time, he answers.

“Hello?”

“Dude! What the heck?”

“Huh? What’s up?”

“You’re kidding me?! We’re supposed to meet up! You said you were on your way!”

“Uh… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Like hell! You called my wife yesterday and said you couldn’t get a hold of me. You told her you wanted to meet with me! I literally called you, and we talked. You wanted to meet at that bar you got thrown out of.”

“That one from two years ago? I swore I’d never go back.”

“Well, we just talked about this, last night. You said you wanted to!”

“Listen, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s not funny.”

“No-wh-what? You’re the one joking with me! You just wasted hours of my time! Quit screwing around!”

“Just stop! You know what? Call me back again when you’ve calmed down — I’m done.”

He hangs up on you, and you curse his name. You speed back home, cutting people off and generally just unleashing your rage on those driving around you. Along the way you speak bitterly about your so called, friend. You reason that there’d better be a good excuse for this. You slow down for some time to call your wife, who doesn’t answer.

You get to your street and see your house. All the lights are turned off. You think it’s strange but look at the time and see its late.

“Maybe they went to bed…” you say, then think again that its odd even the outside lights are off.

You pull up the driveway, and see the door is cracked open. Alarm shoots through you, and you reach for your handgun. The strange occurrences of this night come suddenly back to you, so you stop. You start to get suspicious that maybe this whole thing has been a set-up for a surprise party of some kind. You recall your wife’s strange behavior, and you shake your head.

“No way,” you say, chuckling lightly.

You get out of your car, approach the door.

“Honey?” you call out. “If this is a surprise, I’ve not been amused!”

But no one answers.

Opening the door, you switch on the lights. Several tables have been knocked over, even a couch, and some of your family photos lay broken on the floor. Panic courses through you and you start to search for your family. You run up the stairs, hear the muffled cries of your children and find them locked in their bedroom.

You unbind them, ask: “Are you hurt? Where is your mother?”

The children cry, say that the bad men took her outside. You ask them if they’re still here, and they tell you, “no.”

You rush outside, head to your shop. Slamming through the door, you see your wife laying on the ground, bound, and the safe wide open with its contents missing.

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Albeit this is an extreme, highly unlikely case, the depiction of how “AI” Emulation technology is used, remains realistic. Just think, anyone, even just a troll, sufficient with this technology could call you up using the voice of any of your loved ones, friends, or even co-workers. Do we think for a second, having been conditioned for years to trust text messages and phone calls, that we would doubt the voice of our husband, wife, mom, dad, cousin, or even children?

Imagine you get a phone call from a number you don’t recognize, and it goes like this: “Hey honey, calling from a co-workers phone - mine is dead. Hey, what's the password to our account again? I just forgot and need to check something.”

Would you really question that? And if you did, when your spouse, or whomever, insists that they need it, are you going to say, “No?” And, if you’ve said “no” and they begin to accuse you and draw into question your relationship, are you going to continue to refuse?

Technology is not our friend. One is, even Y’shuah the Messiah. As some know Him, Christ Jesus.

Let men not love technology but Yahuwah,
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The "AI" Threat: Re-Framing History, Indoctrination

With the advent, and recent disclosure of Emulation Technology (so called, “AI”), it is wise to set one’s trust in all technology, aside. Technology is not of Yahuah, at least, not how it is commonly used in this fallen world. In all likelihood, it was even fallen angels who taught men how to design and build technology. With that said, I am going to record here a scenario in which Emulation Technology can be used to deceive and control.

Scenario: Indoctrinating the Youth and Re-Framing History

The year is 2027, and Ben is a high school student in the public school system. Just like all of his friends, his favorite things are skipping class, playing video games, and watching various sources of entertainment. Occasionally, he and his friends meet together at parties, where alcohol, drugs, birth control and fornication are plentiful. His future plans are null, and his outlook is bleak. In fact, he’s never once put any kind of thought into what it is he’s going to do. Instead, his whole life he has brushed all responsibility aside — after all, that is what a public ‘education’ most often gifts.

One fine day in history class, lost between his thoughts about the pretty girls there and about a new video game coming out, Ben’s female teacher asks a question.

“How many of you have heard the voice of George Washington?”

Most in class perk up but a few don’t pay attention.

“Who?” one student asks.

“The first president of the United States,” the teacher emphasizes. “Come on.”

“Oh,” that student replies, to the laughter of the class.

The teacher continues: “Well, it was recently uncovered by joint effort between historians and scientists, that voice recording technology existed then — and President Washington was among the first EVER to be recorded!”

Some in the class exclaim in their excitement, others just look on with dull eyes.

“That’s right! And, thanks to our government National Archives, every school in North America, including our sister nations of Canada and Mexico, have received a copy of the recording, dutifully restored by experts in the field.”

The teacher lifts her phone and presses at it for some time. A crackly, vintage-sounding recording plays over the classroom speakers.

“Here, in this very hour of victory, let it be recorded that we brave persons, both men and women, fought, bled, and died, so that democracy would prevail!”

Faint cheering and clapping can be heard in the background. It slowly fades and President George Washington continues.

“Of course, none of this would have been possible if not for the war-time support of my wife. Whom, greater than any general, succeeded in her diligent and cunning plans to overcome the Crown. Thank you, my better-half and my rock. The future of this nation of immigrants, that we call the United States, is bright! Together, as one, nothing will be impossible for us — nothing withheld. By the strength of our hands, of our diversity, and the virtues of inclusion for all peoples across the globe, we will ascend to greater heights than even those greats whom came before! May god bless you all, and may god bless this equal and equitable future! Amen!”

The video ends and the majority of the young women in the class, all whom excel in their assigned works, are giddy with excitement. Some of the young men are genuinely interested but most only feign their interest so as to look good in the eyes of the girls and teacher.

The teacher says, “Amazing. Truly inspiring for all generations of people all around the world!” She winks at the girls, “Especially us women — am I right, ladies?”

The girls giggle and agree.

Ben rolls his eyes, as do most boys.

The teacher continues: “The period is coming to an end, so. As we, ourselves, have heard, diversity and inclusion was a foundational principal in our democracy. Equality for all people in this great melting pot is the gift handed down from the founding peoples of our nation.” The teacher turns to the girl sitting closest to her desk, and offers her a stack of papers. “Guadalupe, please hand these out. Your assignment for the weekend is to write a six hundred word essay on the history of this nations diversity and inclusion during that time period. I will reward bonus points to those whom write a separate hundred words, on at least one female leader during the life of President George Washington.”

The Bell rung and Ben cursed under his breath. He had no plans to do this assignment, at least, none that couldn’t be quickly run through a text generator.

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This is just one such possible re-framing of history. Don’t think for a second that our mostly brain-dead youth, and our highly indoctrinated population wouldn’t gulp this down like a soy milkshake. Throw in the Media, everywhere in the U.S., even outside, also pushing the same deception. The majority of people will easily believe anything the Satanic World Order speaks out.

You, I, everyone, got used to being spied on constantly. Our cameras always able to be accessed. The micro-phone we carry, daily, always recording, even offering ads based on what we say. The masses will get used to Emulation Technology and the lies which are going to spring up from it — the masses will, and do, even now, enjoy it.

Disconnect from the System and take appropriate measures,
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The "AI" Threat: Carnal Joe is Blackmailed

With the advent, and recent disclosure of Emulation Technology (so called, “AI”), it is wise to set one’s trust in all technology, aside. Technology is not of Yahuah, at least, not how it is commonly used in this fallen world. In all likelihood, it was even fallen angels who taught men how to design and build technology. With that said, I am going to record here a scenario in which Emulation Technology can be used to deceive and control.

Scenario: Low-Risk Criminal Blackmail

Carnal Joe is a working man, never had much ambition. He smokes pot a few times a day, drinks occasionally. Has an on-and-off girlfriend whom he’s lately been in a fight with. This is a frequent thing, and, really, he has a hard time controlling his anger. Also, he has a dog that recently passed away.

It’s night, and Joe drives to the convenience store to purchase a pack of cigarettes. Normally, he doesn’t smoke those anymore but his girlfriend just really pissed him off. So, Joe figures, “what the heck?” While there, he grabs a forty of “Colt 45 Double Malt Liquor,” and a lottery ticket — it’s the last day, after all. The Jackpot is $200 Million.

Joe buys his stuff, gets in his car, lights a cig, cracks the cap and takes a swig. Arriving at his run down apartment complex, he kicks the car door open, dings another car next to his. He curses, slams the door and heads to the smoke area. While there he tries to ignore the homeless on the streets. Two thirds of the bottle is already gone, and a homeless man asks him for a drink. Joe gives the old guy the bottle then heads inside his apartment, a ways off. He plops down on the couch and watches some Netflix. It’s mostly all garbage but he doesn’t know what else to do. He lights a dooby, and falls asleep.

Joe awakes the next morning, checks his phone. It reads: 11:37 AM. He curses, he’s two and half hours late for work. Slowly, he gets dressed, heads in. Arriving, another employee, kind of a friend — sometimes they hang out and smoke pot, or hit up a bar — warns him that the boss was searching for him. He covered for Joe, said he was in the bathroom. Warns Joe that he really should get his act together, or look at getting some help.

“I just need more money,” Joe says. For the next thirty-five minutes Joe goes on to tell his friend about the latest Talking Head to appear on the Joe Rogan Experience. Afterward, Joe says: “I’m gonna make it big, really make something of myself. You know? It’s all… hard work, and stuff. Like, business. I gotta be about business. That’s how all those guys got big. Rockefeller, Carnegie, Gates… yeah.”

The other employee just nods his head and says, “Sure, man.”

Everyone, including Joe, knows that will never happen. After all, Joe has been saying this for seventeen years — ever since he graduated high school. Without making the effort to change his life, Joe’s just gonna keep on keepin’ on.

As the two of them part ways, Joe’s friend turns back, says: “Hey you catch the lotto numbers last night? You buy a ticket?”

“Huh?” replies Joe, “Oh, yeah. I got one.”

“So, you catch the numbers?”

“No, I fell asleep. What were they?”

“I don’t remember. All I know is that I didn’t win. Some lucky schmuck did, somewhere, though.”

“Yeah. Must be nice.”

The two sigh and get to work. Joe finishes his day and prepares to head home but before he can leave, his boss calls him to his office.

“Joe, take a seat. You know why I called you in here, right?”

Joe knows why, shakes his head: no.

“You were late, again. I saw you on the cameras. I know Adam covered for you but this is the fourth time in two weeks. Listen, I know you’re hurting for money, we all are but I’m gonna have to let you go.”

“Are you saying I’m fired?”

“Yes, Joe. You’re fired.”

Joe just sits there for a second. This is the fifth job he’s either quit or been fired from in two years. A rage grips a hold of him, and he stands, curses the man out, and knocks the chair over. He makes for the door, slams it open, and punches a hole through the drywall. He gets to his car and heads home, completely forgetting some of his stuff in his locker. As his emotions settle, he dreads having to go back and get it.

He leans back and reaches into his jacket pocket, searching for a joint but fumbles with a slip of paper. He realizes its the lottery ticket. He pulls it out, looks up the winning numbers on his phone. He checks the two, sees they’re the same for the first few numbers, and then the remaining match up. His heart skips a beat. He jumps up, screams and cusses with joy, then calms himself to double, triple, and quadruple check the numbers — they check out.

Several months have passed. Joe left the apartment, purchased a modest million dollar home, no too few number of new vehicles, and as much drugs and booze as he could handle. He’s already thrown a dozen parties, and even had his girl back for a while. Unfortunately, he found out that she’d been cheating on him with another guy. Joe doesn’t care, he moved on and has had at least a couple women around ever since winning big. However, a great dilemma has been growing in his mind: He’s still not satisfied.

Half a dozen years later, Joe somewhat turned his life around, and even started a successful business venture by partnering with an investment firm. He doesn’t have a wife or family, never wanted one but he fornicates with, in his words, “a solid rotation of fun girls.” To him, that’s a fulfilling life. One day, he receives an email from a, “Van Buren Holdings.” They sound legit, so he opens it.

The words, “Why’d you do it?” are written as the Subject, and there’s a video inside. Guilt and fear course through him, as all his life he’s been up to no good. His imagination goes wild as to what these people have on him, so he plays the video. It shows him, in a rage, striking his old dog with a bat until it dies.

Joe sees that the video is recorded from above, like from a street light’s angle, and is dated on the night before the date of his dog’s actual death. The area looks like the apartments he lived in six years ago, and everything seems legit. However, he didn’t beat his dog to death, it merely died of old age.

He deletes the email, hoping the matter will go away but a few days later, he receives a physical letter with a picture taken from the video. The letter reads that he should transfer a hundred thousand dollars to a certain account, or the video will be given to the local news. Further, he gets another email showing videos of him being abusive to various women, including his old on-and-off girlfriend. He may have hit her once or twice but never as the video showed, neither had he ever hit another woman. Along with those, are various videos of him doing drugs, and generally making a fool of himself - due to his frequent partying, he's unsure if those are real or fake.

Joe is not a famous or well known man. He never liked being popular, he just always wanted money and pleasure. Despite his temper, he makes it a priority to avoid ruffling feathers. But still, Joe is convinced that this will ruin him, or, in the least, cause a lot of people to hate him. He does as the blackmailers request.

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With Emulation Technology, everyone, everywhere, is liable to the most heinous and false fictionalized depictions of their likeness. Doubly so if you are locally famous or wealthy. Any criminal or troll can create an identical likeness of you, and have it do whatever he wishes.

Will people believe your word over what they see with their own eyes, and hear with their own ears?

Step away from this system and seek life,
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The "AI" Threat: Political Blackmail

With the advent, and recent disclosure of Emulation Technology (so called, “AI”), it is wise to set one’s trust in all technology, aside. Technology is not of Yahuah, at least, not how it is commonly used in this fallen world. In all likelihood, it was even fallen angels who taught men how to design and build some, if not most, technology. With that said, I am going to record here the first of three scenarios, in which Emulation Technology can be used to deceive and control.

Scenario: Political Blackmail

Mr. Influence is a politician of some renown. Those in his party and around the nation look up to him and speak his praise — it is not a stretch to say his word carries a lot of influence. He’s a mostly upright man, cleaving to decency and morality. He’s not given to being easily swayed, and he has no past for which he’s greatly ashamed of. Further, he has a wife and children and is very happy.

One day, after a heated session of political debate, he’s sitting in his car outside the conference. Looking down, browsing his phone, he hears a knock at the window. Looking up, he sees a Nondescript Man in a black suit and wearing dark glasses. Held in this man's hand, pressed to the window, is a picture of Mr. Influence's wife. He is surprised, a bit afraid.

The Nondescript Man tells him to roll down the window. Mr Influence complies because of his fear for the safety of his wife.

The Nondescript Man says, “Mr. Influence, do you love your wife?”

“What? Who are you?” he replies. “What do you want?”

The intimidating man repeats his question, a firmness in his tone is gripping: “Do you love your wife?”

“Of-of course I do.”

The Nondescript Man cocks his head sideways, says, “Then why are you cheating on her with that woman, Ms. Attractive?”

He reaches into his dark jacket and replaces the picture for another. He raises it, and Mr. Influence sees himself and a woman laying in a bed through an apartment window.

“What?!” he says, “Where did you get-! That’s not me!”

“Oh… but it is, Mr. Influence. How do you think your wife would feel about this?”

Mr Influence can only stammer as the Nondescript Man returns the image to his pocket. A second later, Mr. Influence’s phone receives a text notification.

“Open it,” the Nondescript Man says.

Mr. Influence hesitates, then lifts his phone. The message is from a number he does not recognize. Opening it, there is an image with a sideways triangle over it.

“Play it,” the Nondescript Man demands.

The video begins, appearing to be shot from what looks to be a car. The one recording the footage is examining a small, posh apartment complex. The camera moves about shakily, realistically. A voice sounds:

“Time is eighteen thirty-three. Third week of investigation. I’ve tailed Mr. Influence for about three hours, starting with his dinner with this woman he’s been meeting, a Ms. Attractive. This is the third such meeting of theirs. As before, subject both met her and left in a separate vehicle. However, this time subject has reunited outside of Ms. Attractive’s apartment. The two have been inside for some time.”

The footage zooms in and out, then, through a bedroom window, both Mr. Influence and Ms. Attractive are shown to be kissing. The two of them fall upon the bed. The PI exits his car and carefully approaches the window, he raises the camera so as to record whatever, and Mr. Influence’s voice is heard exclaiming that he loves Ms. Attractive, and is going to leave his wife and family for her. The video ends with the PI quickly returning to his car, saying, “Too bad these men are so often unfaithful. Least favorite part about this job is all the broken families.”

Mr. Influence drops his phone from the shock.

The Nondescript Man repeats his first question: “Mr. Influence, do you love your wife?”

Mr. Influence nods his head, and the Nondescript Man lays out exactly what it is he will do and say, at his next speech.

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That is one very likely scenario as to how Emulation Technology can be used to fake something to elicit a desired outcome in, really, almost anyone. The greatest effect, of course, will be on any sort of politician or other such people in position of authority and influence.

Cease from so heavily trusting in technology and instead trust Messiah,
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Emulation Technology - So Called, "AI"

Recently, I was browsing YouTube, and what appeared was a series of “AI” voiced videos (henceforth, I also refer to as “Emulators”) of the fictional character “Dagoth Ur” (voiced by Jeff Baker). That character is the main antagonist from the 2002 video game, “Morrowind.” This video game happens to be a childhood favorite of mine, so I happily viewed it, completely unaware of the enlightenment it was to bring. Long story short: The video ends, and several others after, and it amounts to nothing more than a meme… or so I thought.

After a few more videos of watching Dagoth Ur say the most ridiculous things passed, and so too my steadily fading laughter, there came a small realization that the emulated voice of this “AI,” was extremely good. So good was it, in fact, my curiosity was raised as to what other uses such technology might pose. I took a look at the “AI” used for the emulation of Dagoth Ur’s voice, and saw it was called “Eleven Labs.” Doing a quick search on YouTube, I found a few other videos using the same Voice Emulator. I found a video of President Joe Biden’s recent SotU Address, as well as that actor from Inception, Titanic, etc., giving a speech about fictional climate change — wherein the voices of other famous people were played over his own, and sounded exactly like the owners of said voices.

I watched those two videos and my heart and mind were sent reeling from the comprehension of the danger posed. The full realization of the power of Voice Emulation was conceived within me. I immediately messaged one of my closest friends to spread the word.

Below, is the summation of what I was brought to comprehend.

• Voice Emulation has reached a sufficient level of authenticity to easily deceive people — Visual Emulators, like DeepFake, work in unison to perfect that deception (these kinds of videos utilizing all aspects of Emulation Technology are now ALL OVER YouTube).
• The Powers That Be (TPTB) have now fully disclosed Voice Emulators, and other Emulators, to the public.
• Various actors, organizations, people, legal entities, etc. working with or for TPTB will very-publicly abuse this technology.
• TPTB will put forth legalities and laws to “curtail” the use/abuse of this technology — the public will approve, even begging for it to be done.
• TPTB will reserve both the use and abuse of this technology for themselves, and completely influence and control both society and mankind, needing little more than their fictions presented via a digital screen.
• These fictional narratives will be broadcast through television, internet, and other "mediums" (educated yourself as to the meaning of that word).
• People, men and women and children, will bring to life and give tangibility to the presented fictional Emulations of The Powers That Be — it will all be fake, you make it real by discussing it, believing it, obeying the edicts/rules/legalities/”laws” which are then given power and authority because of the belief in them.
• The fictional stories, lies, of TPTB will fully shape reality as more and more people come to believe that those narratives are ‘true’ — even more so as people around them believe the same.
• The dangers posed by these Emulators are unsurmountable — cannot be overcome, at least not by working from within the System.
• The only way to overcome these “AI” Emulators is to not participate at all — completely leave the System.
• Trust nothing coming through a screen, a tv, a phone, a video, a call, a text message, an email — any and all information received via technology, via a digital screen, is as trustworthy as someone blatantly lying to your face.

The way forward: Yahuah of Hosts, Y’shuah the Messiah. Create, build, form or support families, marry, raise children, homestead, home school, grow your own food, raise animals, trade and barter, get to know your neighbors and others in the real world, keep your circle of known people small and familiar, focus on family, and families of families.

Yahuwah blesses and protects His children,
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Why You Swear an Oath

Any man who has placed himself under the power of a government agency (military, police, etc.) must first swear an oath to the Constitution before being permitted to join. The reason for this is simple: When you swear an oath, according to the Law of Yahuwah (whom most men call, “God”), you alone are responsible for upholding that oath. Your word, once given, becomes a law to you — a law that Yahuwah’s Law holds you to. As the Scripture shows us, it is better to keep your oath, your word, than to break it. As breaking your oath is a sin, a trespass against the Law of Yahuwah — yet, still, if you swore a wicked oath, one which puts you in the position of trespassing Yahuwah, you still commit sin for keeping your oath, and in swearing it in the first place.

I will give you an example of a man, from Scripture, keeping his oath, even though he did not want to. It is found in Matthew 14.

Herodes had imprisoned John the Baptist because John had rebuked Herodes for taking his brother’s wife. Herodes imprisoned John but did not desire to kill him. On Herodes birthday, the daughter of his/his brother’s wife, danced before him and pleased him in doing so. Herodes swore with an oath to give her anything she asked for. The daughter spoke with her mother, who tasked her with requesting the head of John the Baptist; for the mother did not like that John had condemned her and Herodes for their union (presuming because it was adulterous). That girl, heeding her mother, laid out her request for John’s head to be delivered on a dish.

In Matthew 14:9, it is explained why Herodes kept his Oath. I will paraphrase it: Herodes was displeased by her request, and did not want to do it. But, because of the oaths he made, and the guests present who had witnessed him make it, he commanded her request to be honored. John the Baptist was then beheaded in prison and his head brought to the girl on a platter.

We see in Matthew 14 that even a wicked man like Herodes, who either stole his brother’s wife or took her after he had died, will keep an oath that he makes. This law was well understood in the ancient days, those of antiquity, of Scripture. It is only today, that man, dumbed down and made ignorant by public indoctrination systems (organized religion, school, college, media, politics, etc.) has no awareness of the seriousness of the oaths that he makes. Each oath a man has made will be a measure of judgment laid against him on THE Day of Judgment. This will come to pass, unless you recognize and claim the Messiah as your advocate, your savior. In that case, He bears the judgment which should rightfully rest on your shoulders.

Have you sworn an oath to uphold and defend the Constitution? Have you ever obeyed an order, which is really just a suggestion, that trespasses the Constitution? If you are a police officer or member of the Army, Marines, etc. You have ALREADY broken your oath and trespassed the Law of Yahuah.

And who did you swear that oath to? You swore it to your god.

You swore that oath before many witnesses of men, and you swore before the omnipresent thing you consider to be god — but whatever your belief, it was sworn to Yahuwah of Hosts, the Living God.

Can you glimpse the immense trickery, the diabolical deception that has been on open display before all men everywhere? Men swear oaths that they neither understand, or intend to uphold. When such a man receives and obeys an “order” (which, again, is just a suggestion, a directive) from his ‘superior’ which betrays those oaths he made, that man alone is responsible for breaking his oath. In this way, the men and women of the Satanic World Order, who are giving that man’s ‘superior’ the directive, are not responsible in any way for the breaking of the oath which was sworn. Neither is the ‘superior’ of the man who swore the oath responsible because any ‘order’ that goes against the man’s oath, is not an order at all but rather a request or suggestion. Following the ‘order’ is the sole choice and fault of the man who swore the oath!

The truth of the nature of this present darkness should anger all men who have sworn an oath to the Constituton. All those who have ever taken that oath are guilty of breaking it in a myriad of ways. Nearly all ‘orders’ police and military receive are direct violations of the Constitution, and more importantly, the Law of Yahuwah. Further, all men who call themselves “police officers” and “members of military” are in transgression of the Constitution for the United States, and in gross violation of the rights of the People of the Unites States. As such, all “service members” have transgressed against the creator of the universe (“one word”), and live in sin against Yahuwah of Hosts — whom too many call “God” or “Lord.”

Seek the salvation of Messiah and be free of your mis-understood oath,
Logos Prevailing.

Dream of the Tribulation

I have posted this dream for no other reason than that it was very strange. Perhaps someone will have an interpretation to it. I do not claim that some believers will rest through the Tribulation. I do not claim to understand the Tribulation.

I experienced this dream through my own eyes, and it felt as real as my daily life.

It was a regular day in my house, in the city of what appeared to be my dwelling place (though it was not my current, real-life house or city). In an instant, the power was cut to my house and street, and a great sound could be heard outside. I went to see what it was.

In a dark, fire-tinged sky were what I perceived to be fallen angels entering the earth from the heavens. Around me in the city streets, people were panicking, everywhere.

Men were roaming, behaving as beasts, filled with all manner of negative emotions. Fear, hate, and overwhelming dread permeated the air. Men, also, were killing one another and doing all forms of violence. I too, was afraid. An injured man approached me and I brought him into my house. He died shortly after that, and I placed his body in the bathtub to contain the blood. I left my house because I understood that if I stayed, I would die.

I fled through the streets, and was accosted by demons tormenting others, and taking on abominable forms. On one occasion, a demon appeared as a mass of dark slime and made its way toward me. I rebuked it in the name of Yahuah and Messiah, and it could do me no harm. As I turned away from that wicked spirit, a greater approached me from the sky.

A fallen angel, somewhere around nine to twelve feet tall, soared at me on its wings. It landed with a great thud atop a broken concrete structure overlooking me. Gusts of wind from its wings nearly knocked me over.

The fallen angel glared at me with pitch black hollows where eyes should be. Its limbs were thick like the trunks of trees, and strong. A large hand wielded a weapon of some kind. I either rebuked the angel, or did not. Either way, I tried to avoid looking at it and moved on, understanding that it could not hurt me — though the fear that it would made my hair stand on edge. The fallen angel watched me with its hollow, shadowy eyes until I was out of sight.

On the second day, I was with a group of people whom were scrounging to survive. We had found some supplies in the back of a pick-up truck and were preparing to take it, when another group confronted us. They came close to confront us, and I drew a knife and killed two men. A gun battle ensued. I shot a man who did not die. He then shot me, and I thought that was unfair. In fact, I thought it was so unfair that I refused to believe it happened. That belief saved me and my injuries were healed. Both groups were then split up.

On the third day, I was weak, weary, starving, and thirsty. I felt as if to give up and die because of all the misery everywhere. I returned to my dwelling place and resigned to lay down on my bed to die. A feeling, even a thought, came suddenly upon me: “All I have to do, is do nothing, and it will all be over. I just have to stay here and Yahuah will take care of everything.” I laid down on my bed and fell asleep.

I awoke, and the power in my house was back on. I slowly made my way around, turning off the lights so as to not draw attention to myself from any desperate, deranged people. Peering out windows into the streets, a few other men seemed as if to be waking up from where they had laid down on the grass, concrete, and elsewhere. I looked out another window, and saw a highway busy with road traffic. I checked on the dead man in my bathroom, and found that he had been wrapped in plastic. His body was emaciated and dry, as if much time had passed. I was very confused.

I wondered where my dog was. I walked out the front door, and there he came with a dead rabbit in his mouth. A female dog and two puppies were also with him. I understood, and was amazed, that three and a half years had passed.

Two of my friends, whom I will not name here, who are church-going Christians, approached me.

I said, “I slept for three and a half years.”

They replied, “We know. You were lucky. We’ve had to live and survive through it. It was miserable.”

All I could think, all I could say, was: “I slept three and a half years.”

Each time I said it, I was astonished that it had happened. I perceived that I had slept through part of the Great Tribulation. And, not so much that I had just happened to sleep through it but that I was chosen to, blessed to do so. It appeared that everyone, everywhere, understood that there were some untouchable men, women, and children whom had lied down where they were and slept through the three and a half year misery of the Great Tribulation. As they slept, no man, angel, or spirit of any kind could touch them.

I woke up.