March 17, 2009
The Myth Exposed
(or Both Sides of the Razor Wire)
It has been my lifelong work, since the Spirit of God was put into me, to expose the myths of my own heart and the myths of society in general. I have been put in prison in Los Lunas, New Mexico for ten years, for the crime of putting my hand on the sternum of a sixteen-year-old girl while praying for her. I was clothed, but she was not. This was according to her request of me. The sentence also included eight years probationary time, when I would not be able to be in the presence of a child under eighteen years of age. This was all because I prayed wrong. Besides this, for the rest of my life I would have to register as a sex offender, for praying wrong. I’m well aware that these charges against me are based upon a myth. I have been placed just where the myth is exposed. The myth is exposed in my prison.
Yesterday, the Father in heaven opened to me the hardness of the hearts of those who are my prison mates. I cried upon my bed as I saw this. He caused me to feel their spirits. The souls in my prison house, however, have had a far greater heart for me than those outside my prison walls, excepting the souls of Strong City, who have sacrificed their own lives for me. This morning upon my bed, the Father opened to me clearly that the men inside my prison are just like the men outside my prison. A little joke here, that a counselor shared with me, is that some of the correctional officers were just inmates in uniform. She was referring to how they treated people.
But my prison house is okay. The prison at Los Lunas has done what they could to help me, and I have no complaint. I think the prison is run as well as can be expected. I have met a fair number of correctional officers who were helpful and friendly. My point in all this is what I stated: things are the same everywhere.
So, are there evil men in prison? Oh yes, and they will tell you so. They seem to be quite open and honest about themselves. One man told me he killed four people. As I heard his story, I realized he was no different than the last president of the United States, except that my fellow inmate did not kill as many people. I realized that the only difference between this man and the president of the United States was a label and a fence.
President George Bush did not like Saddam Hussein, so he concocted a lie and influenced many others in his cult to attack his enemy. President Bush even sacrificed many of his own friends to bring about his revenge. The American cult followed their leader right into the abyss. Over one million people died because of this cultish invasion. The cult leader influenced his people to attack another sovereign nation. My companion in this prison only killed four, and he was only defending himself, while the president of the United States went out to take over the possessions of another. Thousands of Americans died in this war. Again, my point is that there is no difference between those inside this prison and those outside, except for a label and a fence.
I have been labeled as a sex offender, because I put my hand on the sternum of a sixteen-year-old. But President Bush killed hundreds of underage girls, and some of them were raped first by his followers. Many of these girls were sexually molested by his followers before they were murdered. Men are killed in prison by other prisoners for committing crimes such as this one. It is considered one of the greatest crimes a man can commit — that is, the molestation of underaged girls — or boys. But Mr. Bush did this crime, then retired in a two million dollar home without spending even a single day in jail. As they say, “Go figure.”
I have to say, though, that men are not exactly the same. When I was put into prison for praying wrong, some of the other inmates helped me. I was naked and they clothed me. I was hungry and they fed me. I was lonely, and they befriended me. But when I was on the other side of the fence, and before they put a label on me, the American cult treated me far differently. I was fed, and they made me hungry. I was clothed, and they made me naked. I had friends, but they made me lonely. I have lost my will to live among them anymore, for they hate the light, but love the darkness.
No, the district attorney did not draw a gun and shoot me; that would have been too humane. No, he committed a greater crime of putting me behind razor wire for ten years, separated from those who love me, because I did not pray like he thought I should. No witnesses in court, even his own witnesses, accused me of the crimes he accused me of. He just used the “weapons of mass destruction” trick that Mr. Bush used, and the jury took the bait. But my cell mates, these murderers and child molesters that share prison space with me, will get to heaven before he does. That is because my cell mates openly say, “I am evil,” while the district attorney lies and says that he is holy, doing God’s work. So who is the greater criminal?
Saddam Hussein was hung for murdering 168 Kurds. My question is why was not President Bush hung for murdering 168,000 Iraqis, including underage girls? There is no difference, you know, except that the American cult had amassed the greatest store of weapons of mass destruction. America outgunned them; but do weapons put one on the moral high ground, or do weapons only prove that one loves to kill? God has taken fifty trillion dollars of wealth away from the world; that is half of every dollar. But will America repent? No, America will not repent.
I know it is almost impossible to reason with Americans; their minds seem gone. “Stupid” comes to my mind. But I will try; I will give an illustration that only the dead will fail to understand. On a nearby mesa here in New Mexico, as I write this letter, the police are working to dig up bodies that someone killed and buried there. So far, they have dug up twelve bodies. No, wait; the news says that there were thirteen bodies, because one of the women was pregnant. If a man is found who committed that crime, the DA would charge him with thirteen murders. Perhaps the charge would read, “Thirteen counts of first degree murder,” because one of the women had a baby in her.
Part of this puzzle includes Dr. Kevorkian, who was put in prison for assisting others in committing suicide. He spent time in a prison just like mine for doing that. The DA brought charges against him, and put him in prison. So listen now: A man, if he still lives, is going to be charged with killing an unborn baby. Dr. Kevorkian was guilty for aiding in suicide. So tell me, wise ones, why would a mass murderer be charged with killing an unborn person, but a government supported abortion doctor can kill thousands of those same children every day, and they are highly paid for it? Why do those who participate in assisted homicide, by the state’s own definition, go free, but Dr. Kevorkian went to jail?
The hypocrisy of this mythical society, this death cult, is astonishing. It is no longer one plus one equals two. One plus one is now 276-3B4A, or some other unintelligible number. One man goes to prison for killing an unborn child, while another man is made rich by killing thousands of them, and it is legal. Not one single prisoner in my unit has participated in assisted homicide, but there are many on the other side of my razor wire who have murdered thousands. Dr. Kevorkian is in prison for helping an old person kill herself, but someone else assists a mother in the murder of her child and it is accepted. How do I know it is a child? Because the State of New Mexico will charge anyone for two murders if a woman killed is pregnant. Again, go figure.
I can hardly bear to live in this mythical society. Truly it is a lot of work to bear such hypocrisy. But my point is not whether this is right or wrong; my point is that people on this side of the razor wire are no more evil than the people on the other side. The people on this side say, “Yes, I am evil; I killed a bunch of people.” But the people on the other side say, “We are good; we do good things to help people.” The same crimes are committed by both people on each side of the fence. Elected criminals just get away with it. On this side of the wire, men are labeled murderer, child molester, or thief; the men on the other side of the wire who commit the same crimes are called president, governor, district attorney, or judge. This is why judgment has come. This is why God is setting things right. The myth is being broken.
Another myth I have seen is that the media promotes justice; it exposes evil. In prison I have heard very little gossip. I have no doubt that gossip spreads everywhere here, since everyone knows me, but I have personally heard almost no gossip about other inmates. But the media is filled with gossip of the wrong kind. The media seems to have an agenda to incriminate anyone it can. It rushes to judgment, because that brings the greater audience. The sponsors will pay them more for a lie than for the truth. A prison official warned me, “Be careful what you say to the media when they interview you, for they will twist what you say and kill you with it.” “Yes,” I said, “I know that. They have already shown themselves to me, especially Channel 4.” When you build your kingdom on a lie, will it stand? No, lies are like sand, and when the flood comes, it will wash the house away.
Yes, it is true that there are many very evil men in prison, and it is also true that there are many very evil men outside of prison. I’ve seen some very evil men released from prison. These would curse me for crimes which existed only in their own mind, but I will forgive them, for their thoughts were put there by the media, so the media has sinned a greater sin. Those on the outside of the razor wire are greater sinners than those within.
So what is it that comes to me in all this? The kingdoms of this world live in the midst of a smokey myth. I brought the nations love, but they gave me hate. I thought to feed them, but they starved me. I came to clothe them with the righteous garments of my Father, but they stripped me naked, and I had to sleep on the floor without even a bed. I thought to give the nations my wealth, but the State thought to steal mine, even desiring to take the food out of the mouths of children in order to enrich themselves. I had donated my Social Security check to feed the hungry, but that money was stolen from them because I was put in prison for praying wrong. I can’t give it to the poor anymore.
My time is over; I have no more to give the world. It has judged itself, because it has judged me – the one whom my Father sent to it. He warned the earth, and gave the earth many signs and wonders, but the people would not repent. I have no more will to live in the myth. I have no more will to pretend that the greater criminals are on my side of the razor wire. I have heard in prison that one loves his friends and hates his enemies. Truly, this seems to be true for those outside, also. It just seems to me, though, that the greater hypocrisy is outside of my razor wire. Those inside seem to know that they are criminals.
