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177France on Jul 6, 2011

The Comforter - ride the10th wave

brianisyahweh2 on Jul 10, 2011

Yahweh explains the significance of the population reaching 7 billion lining up with the Mayan calendar 9th wave October 28th 2011 the waking up of mankind as to who they are, you are our offspring made in our image and so get on with paradise.... this is the bibilical resurrection to everlasting life....all good...the plans the enemy have will all fall away they will come to nothing...

End of the World - ride the10th wave

brianisyahweh2 on Jul 10, 2011

We have reached the end of the geo political world construct of evil, time has been shortened and the end of the mayan calendar is reached on 28th october 2011, 109 days from 11th july 2011 when the worlds population will have reached 7 billion people, the quantum has been won by Yahweh and we ride the10th wave all the way home to the North side of the Galaxy the heavely realm.....the ninth wave actually began on March 9th 2011 and culminates with all of the previous waves converging into completion on October 28th 2011....

KARVA CERIMONY FIJI NATIVE VILLAGE

BrianIsYahweh | December 15, 2010

We were invited to a village where I sat beside the Chief, I told him we intended starting a church TAWA MUDO this phrase means Everlasting. The name was selected by our friend Sete, the Fijian name is also described as a light of Jesus coming in the distance sa yawa, and exclamation of Joy and something very good. They thought I was saying it when I said Yahweh. The letters TAWA MUDU (pronounced tawa mundoo) it has an English gematria of 104 and 104 in the Greek concordance means EVERLASTING.



Fijian women and children
BrianIsYahweh | December 15, 2010



Drive to Village
BrianIsYahweh | December 15, 2010

Yahweh's kingdom

I Sooo Long for Paradise to be Here on Earth. The Promise of Hope for all is just around the corner. but for the truely evil of mind, its not for you. Your are Screwed and its your own fault, cause you Hate everything that is Love, that is of the Creator, that is of Yahweh.


LisaMarieWonders on Mar 9, 2011

This is a re-upload from a channel that is No longer on youtube. But it Belongs to Brian/Yahweh, so Enjoy.

Peace and Love to All.
Quantum Pray Yahweh/Jesus to Help Bring Paradise, As it is in Heaven So Shall it Be on Earth, Amen (Truth) ;-)

Drawings of Paradise by Shaina

LisaMarieWonders
2 days ago Shania Honey, You are soo Cute, I Love your Drawings! Yahweh and Asherah taking care of us her little chicks. and Evil queen with the forked tongue, you got that right. and that bad woman is going on vacation soon, then Paradise be here! Yahweh and Asherah Bless you little sweetheart.


177France | September 25, 2010

The little English girl Shaina is showing her drawings of Ashera who is looking after her chicks with Yahweh in Paradise.

Apostle Paul is the devil 3

LisaMarieWonders
WOW! That is One POWERFUL Message Mum! The Christians are gonna have a FIT, Wake Up you Misguided Masses, it's about the Babies, and Asherah/Martha/Janelle and those of US that BELIEVE In Brian/Yahweh/Jesus is HERE NOW!!!

BrianIsYahweh | September 28, 2010

Paul = Saul= Satan...the biggest lie of all time is that Jesus died for all of mankind and so they are then "saved by grace"...no He did not die for all mankind...like now there was NONE worth saving...He died for one...His beloved wife MarthaAsherah who was pregnant at the cross 82 days with His twin boys...it was their love for each other that He went to the cross so that He could come and get Her from hell in this time now...so for she alone He was crucified and then the 144,000 and the children who follow her.....

Cathy O'Brien

LisaMarie: The following material is not suitable for children! and Newbies who are just waking up, This is not easy to realize and when i read about it, i fell to my knees wailing in dispair, cause i had experienced shades of this within my own life. This is truely evil what they do. YAHWEH/JESUS Rid the World of this parasitic ...lucifer influence, and SAVE your CHILDREN, Thank you and Amen.

It is plain down right evil. to treat anyone like this and animals, the whole earth! These Psychopaths in control of the world, get away with these abominations. They destroy everthing they touch. rape, muder, torture, starve, humilate, mut...ilate and use everyone they can for to benefit their own power and greed. lucifer cares nothing for life, he hates what we represent. just horrfiying to see this, babies being handed over to these monsters from Birth, teenage runaways, CPS, etc. I just Pray for Our Creator, Yahweh/Jesus to END this evil once and for all.


Cathy O'Brien

The above material was excerpted from the book:
Trance Formation of America:
The True Life Story of a CIA Mind Control Slave
1995 by Cathy O'Brien with Mark Phillips
P.O.B. 158352, Nashville, TN 37215
Published by Reality Marketing, Inc.
5300 West Sahara, Suite 101, Las Vegas, NV 89102


"Trance Formation of America is the documented
autobiography of a victim of government mind control.
Cathy O'Brien is the only vocal and recovered survivor
of the Central Intelligence Agency's MK-Ultra Project
Monarch mind control operation. Chiseled deep into the
white stone of the CIA's Langley, Virginia headquarters
is a partial verse lifted from the Holy Bible and writings
of Saint John...'and the truth shall make you free.' This
statement, like the agency, is total reality. The building
that it is engraved upon houses the world's most successful
manufacturer of lies to facilitate psychological warfare."


Trance Formation of America


On May 7, 1966 a 9 year old child named Cathy O'Brien was subjected to an occult ritual she called "The Rite to Remain Silent" in alleged preparation for her future interdimensional expeditions.

"I work for the Vatican, and now, so do you," [Michigan State Senator, Guy] VanderJagt told me. "You have just entered into a covenant with the holy Catholic church. You must never break that covenant."

Still capable of questioning at that time, I asked, "What is a covenant?" VanderJagt answered,

"A covenant is a promise to keep secrets, the secret that the church knew all along. The Pope has all the secrets locked away at the Vatican. Your Uncle Bob and I have been to the Vatican. It is time you entered into the holy covenant and learned the secrets of the church that were written long before Christ even came into being. The Dominican monks kept the covenant that Noah carried into the new world. They kept the secret with them. It was written on parchment and kept in a secret place in the Vatican. They took a Vow of Silence to never reveal its location, or its content. You must enter into the covenant. You must carry the secret to your grave. Keep it secret from your mom, dad, everybody."

9 Year Old Cathy

VanderJagt proceeded to fill my suggestible young mind with biblical interpretation that laid the groundwork for future "inter/inner dimensional" programming themes utilized by Project Monarch programmers to control the compartmentalization of memory synonymous with MPD/DID.

"Christ saw them all," VanderJagt was telling me. "They are dimensions, places you can see on your way to death. That's why they're called die-mentions. You must remember that Christ died and came back to tell us everything he saw while he was on his way to heaven. He was gone three days, but it was much longer than that where he was because time isn't the same in other dimensions. Purgatory is one other dimension. Hell is one. And there are lots of others in between. Oz is another dimension. The sky is not the limit to all the worlds out there waiting to be explored. You can travel in and out of all these dimensions, learning the secrets of the universe. You have been chosen to explore these other worlds for the church. Listen in the stillness and you will hear his voice guiding you on your missions. The rosy cross is like Dorothy's ruby slippers. Never take your rosy cross off, Cathy, when traveling other dimensions and you will always be able to return home."

Father Don [apparently from Muskegon's St. Francis of Assisi Church] joined VanderJagt in a ritual which bathed me in the blood of a slaughtered lamb, and subsequently, through this hideous blood trauma, locked their stated perceptions and a basis for mind-control programming deep in my mind. This basis for programming was anchored in the Vow of Silence which the Jesuit monks take "not only to keep secrets, but so they can still their mind and hear their inner guidance." Certain that the "Rite to Remain Silent" which they had performed would ensure that I keep their secrets, Father Don and Guy VanderJagt subjected me to their pedophile perversions. The two joked that I had become "a good Cathy-lick".

[...]

Cox was ordered out of Johnston's office, and he turned his full attention to me. When alone with the Senator [U.S. Senator Robert C. Byrd, D. West Virginia], Johnston [U.S. Senator J. Bennett Johnston, D. Louisiana previously of Shreveport General Dynamics R & D, now apparently affiliated with USPECC, on the Reston, VA Columbia Gas board of Directors and CEO of the Washington-based Johnston and Associates] manipulated my mind, and ultimately my beliefs and perceptions, for future programming. He referred to a picture of himself shaking hands with unknown Navy brass as he dramatically told me, "I was there that fateful day in 1943 when a hole was ripped in the fabric of time through what later became known as the Philadelphia Experiment.



All those fine boys vanished along with their ship in a bizarre twist of events that parallels the Atlantis disappearances. A vortex was created in an effort to slip dimensions and become invisible to the enemy. It was a success beyond the highest expectations and launched us all info universal travel. It is no wonder at all that we have had a man on the moon. Traveling to distant planets and galaxies is Mickey Mouse stuff in comparison to the high tech wizardry of trans-dimensional travel. Trans-dimensional travel circumvents all measures of time, including distance and speed.



When the fabric of time was torn, we opened ourselves up to intergalactic travel -- both in and out of this dimension -- and in and out of the future, as well as the past. We can alter the course of history by traveling back in time to alter events, or we can blast off into the future and gain wisdom and knowledge of events yet to come. We can control the future by controlling the past. At present, this is a relatively easy task according to the theory of relativity and abilities gained through the Philadelphia Experiment. I came back an ET (extraterrestrial) myself. And our ship returned to this Earth as a spaceship. I gained the keys to the universe on that fateful day, and I carry them with me now, sharing only a Key or two at a time with those who are Chosen.



You are a Chosen One (Johnston was deliberately interfacing with Rite to Remain Silent conditioning), and therefore must learn the ins and outs of interplanetary travel. Your mission is trans-dimensional. You can span infinite dimensions by learning from me. Take it from me, you're going places, kiddo. And I'll teach you to get there by riding the light. I'll teach you the groundwork, and you do the light work. The key to the universe lies in the speed of light. The only way to travel is by beam of light. You will learn to go to the light...Your mission is to learn how to Tinker with time. I'm going to take you on that journey myself. Come with me now. It's time we were leaving this plane and boarding another."

Johnston took me the short distance from his General Dynamics Corporation provided office to the Barksdale Air Force Base airfield. He was apparently well known at Barksdale, and a small cargo plane was ready to take us to our destination -- Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma.

[...]

About Faces


Soon after Kelly (Cathy's very young daughter) was inducted into George Bush's "Neighborhood" through horrific sexual abuse, Bush enforced his controls on me. Our mind-control handler, Alex Houston, had taken Kelly and me to Washington, D.C. for separately scheduled meetings with Bush. Kelly had already been escorted by agents to her rendezvous with him that morning, during which time I had been ordered to one of U.S. Senator Robert C. Byrd's offices located in the nearby FBI Hoover Building. There, Byrd reinforced his holds on me by claiming control of the Justice Department and "proving" once again that I had "no where to run and no where to hide". My horror reaction was compounded when Byrd looked at his pocket watch and notified me in Alice in Wonderland cryptic language, "You're late, you're late for a very important date," referring to my meeting with Bush.


I sprinted from the Hoover Building, encountering Houston who waited just outside. Houston hurried me to the Smithsonian where I waited for my escorts as instructed at the "Face Changing" exhibit. This computerized exhibit illustrates how an individual's face can take on a radically different appearance by slightly altering any single feature.

The exhibit fascinated me as a programmed MPD since multiples often experience the unnerving phenomena of routinely not recognizing themselves in a mirror due to switching personalities. A multiple's face often changes slightly with each switch, which "validates" the religious communities' perceptions of so-called "demonic possession" in occultism. Logic quickly dispels this belief when it is realized that everyone's expression changes according to emotion, by skin color and tones, blood pressure, and by tightening or relaxing specific micro muscles. An MPD's face changes are more exaggerated when these natural conditions are combined with the results of sophisticated programming. "Charm School" teaches subconscious control over these natural phenomena as a ready- made disguise on government slaves such as myself, as well as to enhance sex slaves' "beauty" to their maximum potential. I was incapable of thinking or logically understanding my fascination with the display, as I stood totally enthralled, waiting for my escorts as ordered.

As the escorts approached, I was relieved to see Kelly with them. Though she was visibly tranced and traumatized, the fact that she was alive was all I was capable of grasping. When she saw the "Face Changing" exhibit, she excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle George [Bush] just read me a book about this!" Before I could hear anymore, I was led away, leaving Kelly with our handler, Houston.

I was then quickly taken to Bush's Residence Office, which heretofore was unfamiliar to me. Although it had slate blue, plush carpets and fine furnishings like the White House office, lattice work and smaller rooms provided a different air. I sat in a hard-back wooden chair as ordered, while Bush carefully positioned himself in front of me on a little wooden footstool. This allowed me clear visibility of the large book that he held in his lap. All illustrations faced me, while all text except the last page was printed in the holder's direction. This book was a unique, high tech piece of art specifically designed to enforce Bush's favorite method of programming, "You Are What You Read". The juvenile face depicted on the front of this hardcover book gave it the appearance of a children's storybook. It was entitled About Faces.

Bush explained the dynamics of "changing faces" and "becoming what I read". Although I had been conditioned to this idea all of my life through Disney stories, The Wizard of Oz, Alice In Wonderland, etc., I was not prepared for Bush's version of "You Are What You Read" programming explanations. The illustrations themselves were elaborate, consisting of mirrors add hypnotic depictions. He seemingly made the book come alive in my mind as he read page after poetic page of hypnotic, metaphorical language, all the while creating powerful illusions. His impersonations of the characters further enhanced the desired affect of fantasy becoming reality. This extraordinary effort to scramble reality would have worked -- perfectly -- had it not been for another victim and myself discussing it only a few days later. The purpose of Bush's book was clearly explained within the first few pages, which included the following passage:

I am the Vice President when circumstance demands,
And I am your Commander, you'll follow my commands.
The first command's important -- It is one you will heed,
When I send you a book, you are what you read.

Throughout my tenure as a Presidential Model mind-controlled slave, I was provided specific books according to Bush's program. These books, delivered through pre-established channels such as Ken Riley, Alex Houston, and even Ronald Reagan, came complete with specific commands on how they were to be interpreted and used. Some books were used to instruct me on operations; some were an attempt to scramble my memory with fantasy; others were used to load my mind with pertinent data such as bank account passbook numbers, and so on.

I was provided a paperback book entitled Afghanistan, from which I absorbed history, current political events, and the strength of the Afghany Freedom Fighters. I have since learned that the book I read was never publicly released in the text it was provided me. According to instruction, the book was delivered back to Bush as quickly as I finished memorizing it. I wonder in retrospect if any part of it contained fact beyond how I was supposed to perceive it.

I read stories of espionage, including Robert Ludlum's Bourne Identity, and William Diehl's Chameleon. Mostly I was provided steamy sex novels for further training as well as scrambles. Kelly was conditioned to fairy tales, Steven Speilberg's ET, NASA NSA operative George Lucas' Star Wars, and the nightmarish Never Ending Story. Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men caused Kelly constantly to quote the defendant character of Lenny for years saying, "Tell me what to do, George". She still does this each and every time I am allowed to visit with her in the mental institution. The attending therapist overseeing the visit has yet to pick up on this programming cue, and I am forbidden by Juvenile Court order not to discuss Kelly's past or therapy.

Bush's most effective example of "You Are What You Read" in his book About Faces occurred during his reading of the page depicting lizard-like "aliens" from a '"far-off, deep space place". Claiming to me to be an alien himself, Bush apparently activated a hologram of the lizard-like "alien" which provided the illusion of Bush transforming like a chameleon before my eyes.

[...]

E.T. Phone Rome


Anyone attending the Bohemian Grove on a regular basis was referred to by those in the know as a "Grover". One such Grover was Ronald Reagan's then Secretary of Education, Bill Bennett. Bill Bennett, who later became "Drug Czar" during the Bush Administration, wrote the so-called Book of Virtues and was/is? vying for the office of President. Bennett is apparently very close to his brother and fellow Grover, Bob Bennett. Although Bob Bennett holds the position of Legal Counsel to President Clinton, it is apparent that the brothers recognize no party lines.


It was clear to me that there were no partisan differences amongst those ushering in the New World Order, any more than there was loyalty to our Constitution. The close relationship I witnessed between the Bennett brothers, like the marriage between Clinton's and Bush's 1992 campaign managers James Carville and Mary Matlin, should raise questions as to their agenda.

When Bill and Bob Bennett together sexually assaulted my [very young] daughter, Kelly, and me at the Bohemian Grove in 1986, I had already known Bill Bennett as a mind-control programmer for some time. Bennett anchored his Jesuit/Vatican based programming of me in my Catholic conditioning initially instilled via the Rite to Remain Silent. Through further manipulation of my "inner-dimensional" perceptions, Bennett believed he had forever compartmentalized his personal secrets of perverse sex with his brother, Bob, and my then six-year-old daughter. Bennett also had manipulated my mind in accordance with Vatican "Orders" via Byrd's Jesuit College programming center in West Virginia. He used his role as Jesuit programmer for the purposes of carrying out his efforts as Education Secretary to implement Education 2000.

In order to program my mind for my role in bringing Education 2000 into the "Volunteer State" of Tennessee's school system, Bennett used sophisticated mind manipulation to set the stage -- the same kind of mind manipulation propaganda executed on national and international scale. Bennett's penchant for manipulating minds is apparently rooted in his knowledge of Catholic/Jesuit mind-control techniques.

When I met Bennett at a White House cocktail party in 1984, I was wearing the rosy cross necklace that Guy VanderJagt and Father Don had presented to me during my first communion, to signify the mode of program I was operating under at the time. Byrd had ordered that I wear it for the occasion.

Byrd was already talking with Bennett when a White House butler led me in to see Byrd. Byrd was saying,

"I was just talking about you with my friend, Secretary of Education William Bennett."

"Bill," Bennett corrected, sweeping his lecherous gaze over me as though I were merchandise. "How do you do?"

"As I am told, thank you," I said as I extended my hand as trained.

Bennett clumsily fingered the rosy cross necklace, blowing his alcoholic breath in my face as he said, "Your necklace is as beautiful as you are, and no doubt, as significant in purpose. Where did this come from and what does it mean to you?"

"From my first communion," I responded. "Guy (Byrd interrupted to clarify 'VanderJagt') gave it to me to consummate my holy communion."

Byrd corrected me, "Commemorate your holy communion." "She doesn't need a translator, Bobby," Bennett laughed. "I'm hearing her loud and clear."

Byrd left me with Bennett, who went into a long winded recitation on an interpretation of the Bible deliberately intended to further distort my Catholic instilled perceptions. "Christ was an alien in this land," he was saying in accordance with his learned Jesuit mind manipulation techniques.

"Once he landed in Earth's plane, it was plain to see he was a leader in inter-dimensional travel. We (Jesuits/aliens) followed his lead since he was the first to slip into Earth's dimension. In Christ's transformation from porpoise to purpose, he lost his will to Earth's demands. He lost his porpoise, so to speak."

Totally "trance-fixed," I listened as Bennett rattled on and on.

"When Christ emerged from the deep to inhale of Earth's atmosphere, time began ticking. It was not recognized or acknowledged until Christ's passing, however. We began marking time with his death. BC -- AD -- or is that AC-DC?"

Referring to high voltage used to compartmentalize memory, he continued,

"No, AC in DC stops time. At any rate, we followed his lead. He referred to you as sheep. He knew you needed to be led. He led us. He led you. He led us to you. We're here to lead you. The transformation is perfected now, updated with the latest in alien technologies whereby we no longer have to follow Christ's course to the grave. We can transcend dimensions free of the confines of Earth's gravitational pull. The time is now, and we are here to lead you. We know your mind. That's how we make you mind. Make you mine. Make you a mind. Make you mine. Journey with me now...."

Bennett manipulated my perceptions until, at last, he informed me,

"You and I will be working closely together on a global education project." Sweeping his hand around the crowded room, he continued, "This atmosphere is not conducive to the kind of work we need to be doing. Something else just came up that demands immediate attention. Let's complete tonight's business with pleasure, beat it out of this dimension, suspend your suspended animation, and get with the program."

In one of many White House bedrooms available for such purposes, Bennett led me into bed,

"I told you we were going to beat it out of this dimension, and that's exactly what I intend to do. A little Byrd told me you like a whip. Since I am not the Senate kind, I'll just represent the majority by giving you what you need most."

Bennett apparently found perverse pleasure in whipping me. With my wrists bruised and my body stinging with pain, Bennett lit up a cigarette and cryptically asked, "Was that your first cum-union with an alien?"

He threw me my clothes, and ordered, "Make yourself presentable. Make sure your wrists are covered. I'm not waiting around for you, I'll see you in the morning."

Bennett left. After awhile I was escorted back to Byrd, with whom I spent a brutal, short night. On the way to his room, Byrd told me,

"You've got work to do come morning with Mr. Bennett. Working for him is like working for me. We are working in conjunction with the state Governors in an effort to implement the global 2000 education formula for the future. I am excited at the prospect of meddling in the future through what I accomplish today. Since I hold this country's purse strings, it is up to me to delegate as much funding as is necessary to implement the educational program. I've withheld funding and withheld funding to the point where the individual states must rely on federal funding to get them out of hot water financially. I am ready to do just that so long as they follow my guidelines. Mr. Bennett is working out the details of this plan, and will be sharing much of that with you. I need you to do what you do best by enlisting the full cooperation of state government at the upcoming Governor's Convention. I have never demanded Conventional sex of you before, but this time is different. Persuade these Governors at their weakest moment -- bring them to their knees while you are on yours, and convince them that global education is the gateway to the future if there is to be any future at all."

Early the next morning, deep underground in the NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center mind-control lab near D.C., Bill Bennett began preparing me for the program. NASA uses various "CIA designer drugs" to chemically alter the brain and create exactly the mindset required at the time. Huntsville, Alabama's NASA drug of choice, "Train-quility," created a feeling of absolute, peaceful compliance and a sensation of walking on air. The drug administered this time was sufficiently similar to Tranquility to create total compliance. The beating I had endured the night before had rendered me helpless, anyway, and I could barely crawl up onto the cold, metal lab table as the drug took effect.

In the darkness surrounding me, I could hear Bill Bennett talking,

"This is my brother, Bob. He and I work as one unit. We are alien to this dimension -- two beings from another plane."

The high-tech light display swirling around me convinced me I was transforming dimensions with them. A laser of light hit the black wall in front of me, which seemed to explode into a panoramic view of a White House cocktail party -- as though I had transformed dimensions and stood amongst them. Not recognizing anyone, I frantically asked,

"Who are these people?"

"They're not people, and this isn't a spaceship," Bennett said. As he spoke, the holographic scene changed ever so slightly until the people appeared to be lizard-like aliens. "Welcome to the second level of the underground. This level is a mere/ (mirror) reflection of the first, an alien dimension. We are from a transdimensional plane that spans and encompasses all dimensions."

"Infinite dimensions," Bob injected. "Infinite dimensions spanned simultaneously."

Bill said, "No limitations".

Bob softly sang, "Let freedom ring".

"There truly is no where to run and no where to hide from us. We're who is looking from behind the Eye in the Sky," Bill continued.

"We're watching you," Bob said. He sang a line from the popular rock song "I'll Be Watching You".

"I have taken you through my dimension as a means of establishing stronger holds on your mind than the Earth's plane permits," Bill Bennett was saying. "Being alien, I simply make my thoughts your thoughts by projecting them into your mind. My thoughts are your thoughts."

The brief message Bennett programmed me with pertaining to Education 2000 was to be directed to state Governors at the upcoming convention while delivering a packet of information:

"The children. We must consider the children. Think for a moment beyond tomorrow. Our children are the future. Their future lies in education. We can control the future today by regulating education. Our thoughts and plans for the future -- put in their text. A text they can understand. Children's textbooks. The highest levels of government, the most brilliant minds on the face of this Earth would like input into the future by way of the children. You, as Governor, are in a position to provide that link. Global Education 2000 is ready for implementation. Look into it. Look into it and see the future."

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/bb/obrien.htm

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/sociopol_mindconMKULTRA.htm

A Story of Love ~ the Palmprint of God

LisaMarieWonders | August 30, 2010
MichelleNye — September 15, 2008 —

Brian tells the story of how his neice Michelle Marshall was seperated from the love of her life by covert forces a man who is the King of Morrocco Ahmmed (Himie)and was reunited with him through her uncle's miraculous intervention..their love produces their first born daughter Lily...

hear how and just WHO Michelle and Ahmmed really are and how it was revealed to Ahmmed by the angel Gabriel he must find and marry Michelle Marshall the niece of Christ, and why they had to marry to bring Lily to the earth, the princess of Morocco.

Learn what the mark of God is in your hand, see the genetic mark revealed in the palm of the hand and the count down to judgment 2012 continues...

Out of the mouths of babes

LisaMarieWonders:
She is Adorable and soo wise for such a young age. I have grown kids that don't get it. and what is fore most in their minds are looks and clothes. She knows how it is, good job sweety! ;-)


177France | August 06, 2010
Sedgwick, Victoria Australia. That is where New Jerusalem is. Paradise on earth. Brian Leonard Golightly Marshall is Yahweh Jesus. He is here with us on earth.
Please watch all Yahwehs' videos on his You Tube channel, MichelleNye's channel.

Just a little pill - Mr Zoloft - Wow! Too True.

From: Weary Tales

Just a little pill
It want hurt not that big
Easy to swallow
Then Mr Zoloft will take it all away
The doctors says
All will go

The scars inside from inside
Caused by the surgeons knife to many to count
The sights will go
The pain inside your head
The anger sadness happiness
All will go and life will be smooth cool
The whispers of people’s eyes
Their words all will go
Just take the little pill and your mind no more
Will care for the home around
No more will you see the sorrow fear hurt in their eyes
No more will you hear the hate love despair
As this little pill will take it all away
Just me and Mr Zoloft
Just ignore the little warnings
May cause coma
May cause headaches
Dizziness
Hallucinations
Nausea
Breathless
If any of these happens see your doctor quick
But what if I don’t see what it does to me
So for a while I think Mr Zoloft in the pack you stay
As I need the pain
I have to see feel my children’s eyes then I am alive
I need to care without a thought of payment due
When it comes to me I think
I will just balance my senses and feelings
I will try to be just controlled
In such an awkward mixed up unbalanced unjust world we live
As I am just me no need to be me and a little pill
As I smile and close the cupboard door
I think i will just sit here and rock for a while
if thats all right and think just think of the world we live
why you just belive what a happy place it is

stay strong in truth and love
grow weak in lies and hate
weary traveller