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Quote# 129835

To Nest Above

“Your feathers are white now, My eagle,” He said. “You are ready to nest above.”
He waved His hand to allow me to see an ivory palace on a high mountain.

“This is yours, if you want it,” He said.

“It is very beautiful, Father,” I said slowly, not wishing to seem ungrateful. “But,” I smiled wistfully, “I would never be there. I would always be away from home because I would want to be near You. You are my home, Daddy, just as You are my Beloved’s home. It has taken me a great deal of time to realize this. But now I know that there is nothing on Earth or in heaven that I desire. I want only my Father. I want Jesus. I want my friend, the Holy Spirit. If I may live where I would be the happiest, allow me to live amid the coals of fire within You. Let me be a pillar in the temple of my God, never to go out again.”

My Father gave a small cry of pure joy. “You have chosen,” He said.


Suddenly, there was a release of the fragrance of aloes. I knew that aloes meant “little tents” (so named for the intimacy of the bridal tent/chamber). I too had chosen intimacy. I had chosen nearness to my God.

I breathed in the fragrance. So did my Father. It was satisfying.

The Crown

My Father continued, “Anna, My child, you will need to borrow your crown for the ceremony. You will wear it for this special occasion. But it will not be placed into your hands until your service on Earth is completed.”

A crown of gold came from my heavenly Father. He held it higher than my eye level. The crown had two gems. The large emerald that my Father had given me was in the center. The slightly smaller emerald given to me by Jesus was on the side. There were golden sockets for other jewels. No other gemstones were present at this time, however.

He continued, “I have added to your crown twenty-four sapphires.” These immediately appeared, encircling the large emerald on the front.

“Thank You, Daddy,” I said. I wondered how I merited these gems.

My Father answered my thoughts. “You cannot earn the uncreated,” He said. “But you can grow up [into Christ] to manifest the uncreated. Something borrowed,” He added, “something blue.”

The Attendants

My Father continued, “Twenty-four stars attend this crown. They will bring to you the covenant garment, your crown, and your veil. These will dress you and attend you at the ceremony.”

I saw that the crown had twenty-four points around the top. I wondered if there was some connection between the points of the crown and the angelic attendants. But He did not give an explanation.

“Is there something that I need to do, Daddy?” I asked.

He answered, “Sleep with henna on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet as an outward sign [of an inner grace]. My Son is coming,” He said. “Be ready.”

Twenty-four angels that looked like young women appeared on the sea of glass. They were dressed in white. My Father handed to them the crown, the covenant garment, and the veil. The gown and veil also came from His own person.

“My child,” the Father continued, “you have My blessing.” His glory came from Him and kissed my forehead.

“Thank You, Daddy,” I said.

He picked me up and placed me in front of the twenty-four angels. “Go with your attendants,” He said.

We all bowed. Then the angels parted to allow me to pass through their number. They escorted me from the throne room.

Instantly we were walking across the meadow in the Garden of God.


We walked to the tree of life. I was silent. I did not feel like talking. The angels were silent also. A very important event lay before me. But I did not know what it was or even how it would look.

Once we reached the trunk of the tree, the attendants busied themselves applying henna paste to the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. The air hung heavy with the smell of the spice.

I held on to the tree that was strangely warm. I did not watch the angels because I was nervous, distracted.

Wishing to encourage me, one of the angels said, “Henna is the last of the spices.” It faintly registered with me that I had been carried through Esther’s preparations.’

When the statement did break through to my consciousness, I thought, “How right that I should enter the kingdom through the shed blood of Jesus, and now before this important event, an outward sign should be placed upon me.” Within myself, I thanked the Lord for forgiving me. Then I continued aloud, “I ask for forgiveness for any sin that I have committed, and I forgive everyone for sins committed against me.” I looked at the angels, “It says in the Word to confess your sins to one another.” The angels looked bewildered. Then I realized that angels do not confess to one another. I changed the subject. “Does anyone know what I am to do here at the tree of life?”


“Rest,” one angel said. “You have experienced much.”

I laughed wearily. “Yes,” I affirmed. “But I am very excited and nervous.”

“Resting in the tree of life will strengthen you,” another added. “We will lift you into its branches,” said another. Before I could think about it, they lifted me. They began carrying me upward. It seemed as though the tree accommodated us, for we struck no branches.

High in the tree, they lay me in a juncture that cradled me. It was very comforting to rest in its branches.

“We will return when you have rested,” an attendant said. “Thank you,” I smiled at them.

They were gone.

I lay there looking up into the branches of the tree, thinking of my Lover, my Friend. The soft lights of the leaves and fruit soothed me. I did not think I could rest. But I did.

Before falling asleep, I lifted my hands to look at them again. I spoke quietly, “O my Beloved, what is going to happen?”

Anna Rountree, The Priestly Bride 3 Comments [7/28/2017 9:39:28 AM]
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Quote# 129854

The Flood Science Review

In Jesus’ Name Productions believes a blockbuster level movie about the Biblical Flood has enormous potential. We believe The Flood movie could have historic impact throughout the world, if the science upon which it is based can be sufficiently defended. It could even represent a significant challenge to the validity of the theory of Evolution, and the history of mankind and our planet.

Hence, we initiated this historic Flood Science Review to determine the current maturity of our Creation Community’s Flood models. We praise God that the goal of a blockbuster movie about the Flood was sufficient motivation to accomplish something which had never been done before, to bring together the leading Creation authors for their models to be reviewed by a panel of independent highly qualified scientists.

After two plus years and a significant amount of work by IJNP, our Authors and Panelists, our Flood Science Review has now been completed. We believe this is a major milestone not only for our ministry and the potential movie, but for the whole Creation Science movement. Read through the Quotes to see what those involved in the Review have said.

The entire Review has been published as an eBook. The Flood Science Review eBook is a 1,645 page PDF document that has been linked throughout to ease navigation. It contains every exchange between our Authors and Panelists and between our Authors and each other. We believe this eBook gives a very accurate view into the strengths and weaknesses of our current Flood models. Additionally, it helps set direction for where the Creation Community may need to go to reach the goal of a truly mature and defensible Flood model.

In Jesus' Name Productions, In Jesus' Name Productions 12 Comments [7/28/2017 7:41:34 AM]
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Quote# 129850

This only applies to large corporations. The more people shoplift, the more the victim company loses out on profits. These companies, and the shareholders behind them, are the very reason people are forced to lift. They profit off of exploiting being a middle man to the distribution of commodities, making deals with other distribution companies and marking prices far up. They profit off of paying their employees shit wages that are impossible to live off of.

They often force their employees to take drug tests, which is blatant classism designed to keep the lower classes out of the workforce, with which they profit off of by creating a good reputation with customers brainwashed by our hateful drug war culture. They create a culture that rejects and outcasts the needy like us who take to live, while simultaneously glorifying their position as the ultra-rich who, in reality, are the real thieves. They actively root out small business competition that have no match for their superior infastructure.

Their truck drivers are pressured to take psychoactive drugs to keep them awake and driving for up to 48 hours straight so they can make a living wage. And these are just a couple things off the top of my head. I see a lot of posts of people here who feel guilty for taking from these corporations. Hopefully this list will at least help justify your actions. Or perhaps convice you that the poor taking from the rich is not a bad thing at all (look at my username). Stay safe folks and keep stealin'!

r0b1nho0d, r/shoplifting 11 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:55 AM]
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Quote# 129849

What is needed is more truth from the Pulpit.

Islam conquered well over half of Christendom, but Western Civilization forgot all about that. We are taught, even to this day, that the "Dark Ages" were brought on by the Germanic tribes sacking the Roman Empire. Hogwash! The Mediterranean Sea was shut down by Islam for all except its slave trade.

What single medium of communication existed in Europe throughout all those years since 9/11/1683? Why did we totally forget?

Skydive5, Front Page Magazine 15 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:41 AM]
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Quote# 129848

RandomTangent1957 says:
Comment ID: 3678572
March 22, 2017 at 5:59 pm

It is time to do the detail work. Go to these POS offices & then tail them home. If folks in all 50 states did the survelience work on the govt officials & 9th district court judges, when it all comes down they will be easy to find. Time to prepare for Nuremberg II . Hang them high. Treason needs to be dealt with swiftly. No 20 years of appeals. You do it all in one day & then the problem is solved. Time to get your ducks lined up girls & boys. The party is fixin to start !

RandomTangent1957, SHTFPlan 5 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:37 AM]
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Quote# 129846

(On a thread about Maxine Waters calling for impeachment.)

I’m a well known Democrat hater. The stupid woman is lucky I believe in the rule of law, If I lived in her world of opinion she’d be pig shiite by now. In fact about 67 million of her like minded followers would be the same, cheap food for Chinese pigs.

rellik, SHTFPlan 6 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:26 AM]
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Quote# 129845

No such thing as a fluke! Yes, Law of Attraction is ALWAYS working. The problem most encounter is misunderstanding the process. It's whatever we think of most. Our mindset too is often dwelling on what we don't want.

This is why so many folks keep repeating the same experience over and over again. Our imagination is a powerful creator. Each is creating their personal reality not realizing that their thoughts cancel out what they do want. The word "repent" means to change the mind. You have begun a wonderful adventure which has a way of creating Heaven on Earth!

Anonymous Coward, Godlike Productions 0 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:22 AM]
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Quote# 129844

As a avid “long-range sports enthusiast”, I offer my take on how to handle “lefty sponsored” civil war. Using the “Trinity” shooting technique, you ” reserve the first shot for anyone who voted to put BHO in office, the second shot for those who decided to put him back there again, and also wanted HRC (BHO’s Chamber Maid) elected, and the third shot for the THREAT”!

justtryit, Ammoland 13 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:19 AM]
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Quote# 129842

I’ve been receiving an increasing frequency of emails from gaystream media whores soliciting this blog’s lordship for a roll in the clickbait hay. All of them, to date, have requested absolute privacy (the irony), so I won’t divulge details on threat of (((legal))) recriminations, but I can offer a general impression of what they’re asking. For instance, one media whore speaking on behalf of a well-known whoresite is part of a team putting together a piece of agitprop art on the manosphere and wanted CH’s scintillating contribution to the effort.

I’ve wondered for a few months how best to respond to these inquiries. So far, the CH policy has been to ignore and plow. No j/k, it’s been to ignore. Period. I never respond, partly because, what’s the use? I won’t persuade a shriek of shitlibs to accept in their hearts the Rude Word of the Chateau, and I certainly can’t expect to be treated fairly by these toads. More practically, I am very careful to guard my shadowy dimensions, and there is a risk, however muted through multiple proxies and TOR nodes, that a reply by me would be scoured for identifying info by a black ops team at Fusion GPS (stands for Grabbing Pussy Systems).

[Your name is James Weidmann, you're a former DC-area FINRA employee, your pic is easily findable by anyone with google and rudimentary knowledge of how you've been had almost a decade ago]

But the inquiries are getting more insistent and coming from bigger and bigger names. So I’m reconsidering my standard policy of ignoring them; perhaps for an upgrade to a “lol suck a dik” response? I have toyed with the idea of a conditional reply. That is, I set the ground rules and they swear by them in writing before I offer any penetrating insights of my tumescent wisdom.

For instance, we all know leftoid gutter filth can’t help litter their reporting of deplorable subjects with smear terms and baseless slander. One can’t hold a gun to reporters’ heads (yet) to demand honest and accurate journalism, but one can bind them to abide at least a rudimentary schedule of fair play. I believe two of the Original Shitposters, weev and Anglin, have a lot to say about this tactic when dealing with the globohomogenized media and their skypistry.

For instance, I would demand any reporter refrain from using the term “White supremacy” in any article about Chateau Heartiste, and if needed for context to substitute the term “White competency”. Similarly, they would be required by the CH Vajeena Convention rule 69, subsection 14.88, to replace the word “racist” with “totally rad race realist”. And “misogynist” would become “man who doesn’t bow and scrape before delusional feminist cunts”.

Any violations of the terms of agreement would result in an immediate public shaming and an army of weaponized autistes leaving pig entrails on the reporter’s super zip front door.

And, to punctuate my seriousness of intent, neither would the reporter be permitted to insert a disclaimer that contained the words “white supremacy”, “white supremacist”, “racist”, “misogynist” or other favored term of othering the leftoid equalism cuntsortium employs to maintain their icy grip on their quack Narrative.

I throw my quandary to the studio audience. What do you think is the best way forward to deal with slithery solicitations from Snakes and Merchants of Fake?

CH, Chateau Heartiste 12 Comments [7/28/2017 7:40:05 AM]
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Quote# 129841

(an entry on Tv Tropes of a non-existent comic character from this guy's existent comic universe. It was later removed.)

The Gray Champion doesn't necessarily fight for America. He fights for those values of America's Christian past in its colonial years that he agreed with back then and continues to into the 21st century - even when a third of the nation itself rebels against those values, and ends up ripping the country apart as a consequence. The seceding states he has the fewest disagreements with are the ones he ends up protecting, letting the others freely choose their own paths to destruction. He reasons that it's a waste of time trying to help those who are that far lost when they're that dead-set against helping themselves. They don't want the truth, especially not from him, in the first place. Any effort to help them would only distract him from offering help to those who'd actually value it.

Dozerfleet, Tv Tropes 14 Comments [7/28/2017 7:39:41 AM]
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Quote# 129839

Then, from near me on the hill, came the clear, pure sound of a flute. I turned to see an exquisite angel dressed in green playing the instrument. Her eyes were closed in worship, and I knew that the music she was playing was joining the praise passing before my eyes.

Chapter 7


The angel sat cross-legged on the ground playing a golden flute. Her hair was a rich auburn and plaited into seven large loops that were interlaced with gold. She wore a gossamer, green under tunic bound with a golden girdle, and a cloak with long sleeves, which was also green.

Within the sleeves of the outer garment were oversized pockets containing all manner of instruments used in the arts— all of gold. There were various musical instruments, paint brushes, musical scores, ballet shoes, a quill pen—all within the sleeves. Her neck and hands had a slight tint of gold and so did the small portion of her bare feet that I could see.

Secured around her head was a golden cord; in the center of the cord was a small golden box. The box was in the middle of her forehead and similar to a frontlet for the housing of Scripture.

Eventually she lowered the flute and opened her eyes peacefully, as one might who is still rapt in contemplation. Then turning her face toward me, she smiled. “Praise Him,” she said. Her voice was gentle and melodious, and her eyes a limpid green.

I was too disquieted in spirit to share her peace, for thoughts were racing through my mind—with no resolution.

The Angel Judy

She smiled again, knowingly this time, but did not address my private conflict. “I am Judy,” she said, “one who praises.”

“Hello, Judy,” I said without much enthusiasm, “I am Anna.”

“I know who you are,” she smiled, “for I am assigned to you to assist you in praise of our God.”

“Assigned to me for praise?” I asked. Then excitedly I gestured toward the space in midair, “I saw...”

“Yes,” she said, “angels traveling on praise.”

“Traveling on praise?”

“Yes,” she reiterated, placing the flute into one of her oversized pockets.

“I do not understand.”

“Praise has in it part of the heart and part of the spirit sent forth, and so it is tangible to us in this world of true light, life, and spirit. To us here, praise is as substantive as a trolley on earth, you might say. You join yourself to it, and it will carry you along. It can take you for a ride,” she laughed liltingly, “and the one joined to it adds to it.”

I turned my eyes to look out over the valley. How could this be? I questioned within myself. Then I began to think, Yes, yes, I can understand that. I know that f someone leads worship with an anointing on earth, it can lift you in spirit to that person’s level of praise. The other’s anointing carries you with it, and you add your voice to the worship being raised to God. Yes, I can see that.

“Since all such praise travels to the Father,” she continued, “it is like catching a ride on a passing trolley and enjoying the ride to the throne room. If the angels do not ride all the way there, still they have added an imprint to the praise. Therefore, they too have participated, if ever so briefly.”

The sound of a single violin began to pass by. The violin was playing a tender, unaccompanied melody. A single angel was traveling with the adoration being expressed through this instrument and was adding to it.

“Some praise on earth is like a quiet stream, as is this,” she smiled.

From a distance I could hear the sound of many voices singing. The sound was moving swiftly in our direction.

“Some worship is like a tidal wave,” she said. “All of it gives to the angels a joy they would not have if mankind did not lift up praises to God.”

The sound was coming more quickly now, rolling toward us. As it drew nearer, I could sense my spirit rising to join such exalted worship. It lifted us spontaneously to our feet. Judy raised her hands, tilted her head back, and joined the song:

Angels in their glory Can never touch the flame, The fire, pure incandescence, That burns within Your name. Let them gaze in wonder, In awe, as they proclaim: “Holy God, though ever new, Eternally the same.”

Frightened, frozen, fettered. Those who seek to fight, Numbed and gnawed and naked, Those who choose the night. But we are covered by His love, Beneath His banner stand, Hidden in the Rock above, Sheltered by His hand.

Angels in their glory Can never touch the flame, The fire, pure incandescence, That burns within Your name. Let them gaze in wonder, In awe, as they proclaim: “Holy God, though ever new, Eternally the same.”

In an ecstasy of devotion, Judy rose into the air from her place on the hill and began to move toward the passing praise.

“Take the path to find the Lord,” she called, and she was swept along in the tidal wave of worship surging toward the throne.

The disappearing praise continued to engage my spirit. Finally I opened my eyes and realized that she had given me the answer I needed. I hurried down the hill to the path and began running in the direction of the vanishing praise.


As I hastened, I heard the voice of Jesus say very clearly, “Obedience, Anna.”

I stopped in my tracks.

He continued, “I delight to show you your heavenly home, but for your safety, you must be trained in obedience. There are grave dangers. All doors to the enemy must be shut.”

As I stood in wonder at the gravity of what He had said, an angel appeared on the path beside me.

The angel began talking to me as though he were continuing some conversation we had already begun, gesturing with his hand toward God’s park. “All of this is for the children of God, but you, Anna, have chosen to eat from the hand of God. You must love your Father enough to choose obedience rather than gratifications on earth.’° Choose Him minute by minute. You are careless with His gifts, and you are careless with His love for you.”

His over familiarity stunned me, as well as his knowledge of a decision I had only recently made; but yes, I was careless. As the Lord had drawn me into a deeper walk with Him, those things permissible a year or even a month ago were now no longer allowable. Somehow I could no longer get by with them, but I still lapsed into many of these faults.

The Thought Life

Elusive sins caused me to pay a high price in my relationship with the Lord. I thought to myself, Let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts.” I had moved from the “way” category to the “thoughts.” My mind did not focus on un-forgiveness or covetousness or such obvious sins.

My sins now were in engaging my mind in some area where I was not called, or in letting my mind dwell on the past, or in making a judgment that was out of my boundary of responsibility.

My life had become very constrained indeed. If I walked without turning to the right or the left, I remained in the flow of God’s grace. Any thoughts that were “vain in their imaginations” caused my mind to run in grooves around a track.’ Such thoughts were driven by tormentors it seemed.’ But I found that I could stop them by repeatedly catching myself and halting the train of thought as I began to think on such vain thoughts.

Of course, these thoughts would tiptoe back in, needing to be run out time and time again. Therefore I was halting them and throwing them out, standing against them with my will, as if my shoulder were against the door of access.

Still I was careless, as he had said, and was mentally running around many tracks in torment and weariness until each thought was taken captive to Christ. Earlier in my life with Christ, my mind could usually do as it pleased, but not now)

Narrow and narrower was the way, but in this obedience to

His Word was life.

The Angel Shama

Without missing a beat, the angel on the path beside me said, “I am Shama.”

I saw no reason to give my name, for he seemed to know almost as much about me as I did myself.

“Shall we walk?” he continued.

Almost stumbling, I moved forward.

He had long, straight, silver hair that was caught at the base of his head and hung down his back. He was very muscular, and although his hair was silver, he looked perhaps forty. He wore a full-length white robe, which looked as though it had been stained with blood or the juice of red grapes. This stain was on the hem of the robe and on the cuffs of the long sleeves, discoloring the garment to the knees and elbows.

“You delight in God,” he continued. “I have watched you and have seen that you desire nearness to Him. However, do you not know that disobedience creates a wall between you and Him. It is a wall of your own making because you cannot curb your natural desires. He will replace with Himself every delight you push away, Anna.” In looking at me, his eyes caught sight of a hill slightly beyond us. “Come with me,” he said.

As we walked up the hill, he continued, “There is a type of suffering in obedience, but the rewards far, far outweigh the pain.”

Anna Rountree, Facebook 8 Comments [7/28/2017 7:39:23 AM]
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Quote# 129834

Jesus held me at arm’s length, studying my face. He smiled, turned, and led the way toward the building.

The atmosphere in the valley was red as though the building was catching the light from a distant forest fire. It was eerie. It cast long shadows across the valley.

The shadows traveled up the building until they reached two enormous black marble dragons on top. These dragons were facing each other with their wings uplifted and touching like the cherubim over the mercy seat.

The building was a mockery of the ark of the covenant. It was deathly dark as if it were made from antimatter. The black marble exterior was wet, and the overbearing humidity made it difficult to breathe.

Shadow Warriors

Thousands of soldiers were standing shoulder to shoulder on all four sides of the building. They wore an ancient style of armor whose design I had never seen. These warriors were camped around the building, just as the Levites were instructed to camp around the desert tabernacle. None of them moved when we passed through their numbers, however.

“Why?” I wondered. I glanced down their ranks to see if I could discern the reason for their inaction. The faces within the helmets were shadow. But their eyes tracked us.

I suddenly remembered how the two angels that were sent to rescue Lot had temporarily blinded the men of Sodom. Jesus, I thought, must have rendered these demons inert. They were alert. But they were incapable of action. They held their ranks like clay soldiers buried with early Chinese emperors.

The Approach

After passing through most of the ranks of the soldiers, Jesus approached the building. The structure had the appearance of a gigantic mausoleum. As we drew near, I could see that the black marble dragons were breathing. So were the black marble monkeys that formed a decoration around the top of the building. These leered down at us.

The massive double doors unlatched as we approached. They opened slowly. Each door was of great weight. They pictured satan ’s supposed conquests. They were executed in bronze relief and were similar to the doors of European cathedrals that often depict the life of Christ.


The doors opened outwardly to give us entry to a large, windowless room. The smell within the room was odious. The room, like the valley, seemed lit by distant fires. My eyes traveled up to a heavy raised cornice. It formed a crown around the top of the room. A text was written upon it in an ancient language of wedges and triangles.

Jesus waved His hand, and the lettering changed so that I was able to read the inscription. The text proclaimed satan ’s five “I wills” with which he intended to vault himself above the throne of God and crown himself king of the universe. I shuddered.

Hanging upside down from this cornice were half-female, half-batlike demons—the Lilith, the vampire demons that hunt at night. They were repugnant. I dropped my gaze and saw the reason for the stench in the room. Bat guano.

On Display

Display tables flanked either side of the room. These were covered with what seemed to be black velvet. The objects on display were shining with light from within. The objects were beautiful, not because of exquisite workmanship nor because they were encrusted with jewels. Instead, they seemed to have some beauty bestowed upon them by God. They were His, for His people had used them. Now they sat on display like war mementos. I quickly glanced over the tables in astonishment. This was a trophy room.

Stolen From God

Each article was labeled with a clay marker. The same wedges and triangular-shaped writing was on these markers as was on the cornice. Again, Jesus waved His hand. The language changed so that I could read the labels.

On display were the just measure, Miriam’s tambourine, Bezalel’s renderings for the workers (of the patterns given to Moses on the mount), the widow’s bowl, various musical instruments of ancient design, and on and on. We passed article after article that had been used by God in some extraordinary way and then stolen from Him. I could only suppose that these had been taken into the enemy camp because of the sins of God’s people.

I was heartened, however, by the empty spaces on the tables. The labels showed articles that apparently had been rescued to be used by God’s people again. Goliath’s sword that was used by David was missing. David’s harp had been retrieved. There was an empty space where once a banner had been displayed. As we neared the rear of the trophy room, I saw a white embroidered robe on a black clothes stand. It was luminescent. satan had displayed it by itself, as if it were a prized acquisition.

The Fresco

Beyond this article on the rear wall was a vivid fresco.” Before the fresco burned black candles. The flickering lights from the candles seemed to give the fresco a life of its own.

The fresco began at its base with recounting after recounting of brutal tortures of some of God’s people. Those being tortured still seemed alive. The fresco was like none I had ever seen. It was similar to a hologram. Light from the candles caused the pictures to have progressive action, so that those suffering suffered again, with satan supposedly gaining the victory again and again. Barbarous.

The Throne of Skulls

My eyes traveled up this mountain of slaughter to about one-third of the way to the ceiling. Here the fresco began to depict a mound of skulls. This mound rose to a throne of skulls upon which sat the goat-like legs of a satyr.

The enthroned creature had the torso and arms of a human but the head and horns of a goat. In this goat/man's left hand was held a picture of the world. In his other hand was the location for two keys. The outline of the keys was still there, but the keys of death and of Hades had been removed from his hand.

The fresco vaulted up until it covered the first half of the ceiling like a frightful canopy. It was satan , goatlike, enthroned upon a mountainous pile of human skulls. He was gloating in sinister splendor. As God the Father is enthroned upon the praises of His people, satan is enthroned upon his murderous savageries and sadistic cruelties.

A chill ran through me. Flickering light from the black candles caused satan ’s face to move, seemingly to change before my eyes. His snake-like eyes glared at me.

The Embroidered Robe

Jesus touched my shoulder. I flinched. We began to walk toward the acquisition at the very back—the embroidered robe.

It was fall length with long sleeves. The design of the garment was simple. A man or woman could have worn it. Its richness lay in the embroidered work that was executed in white gold of exceptional purity The embroidery arose from the robe. The pattern was intricate and exceptionally beautiful. As I moved a little before the garment, all the colors within the radiance of the Father seemed to play across its surface.

The weight and thickness of the various gold threads seemed to symbolize attributes of the Lord. The robe reflected these as if they had been woven into the garment.

The Embroidery

I had no idea a garment could communicate that which was of the character of Christ. Still, I wanted to move slightly before the embroidery to ascertain what was woven into the fabric.

I received the impression of “a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.” The garment also reflected “bearing with one another” and “forgiving each other.”’ The thread that had the greatest weight and was the most frequently used was “love.”

These were part of the character of Christ that Paul enumerated in Colossians 3:12—14. He had told the body of Christ alive at that time to “put on” this garment. If he had told them to put it on, they must have had it in their possession but were not wearing it. I gathered that sin had eventually allowed the garment to be taken from God’s children. Sad. We had great need of it.

Jesus spoke to me quietly. “The garment is for the soul and heart. It is an inner garment that becomes visible through actions, through decisions that effect unity [oneness in Christ].”

He continued, “I am the new, inner garment—others rather than self. The supreme Other is God [the Father] Himself—His rights, His needs, and His desires before all. I have purchased you for our Father. I have washed you and clothed you with garments of holiness and beauty, garments of salvation and righteousness. Anna, clothe yourself in Me—garments of salvation for the whole person [body, soul, heart, and spirit]. Clothe yourself in Me—attributes of righteousness that are beautiful to God [the Father].”

I turned back to look at the robe. It was exquisite. The Lord’s virtues woven into the garment had brought the body of Christ into “the perfect bond of unity.” Paul had said this. How we needed it now.

He continued, “The embroidered garment is to be worn by those who are the bride. It was handed down in our family. Those who were entering into fuller union with Me wore it. There is none like it. It belongs to our household.”

As I looked at the robe, I realized that to enter into a deeper relationship with Christ meant to enter into a deeper covenant with His body. The two are inseparable.

The Recovery

“Carefully listen to Me,” Jesus said softly. “I want you to remove the garment, then quickly climb onto My back.” Without hesitation He placed His hand on the top of the velvet clothes rack.

I did not have time to think. Instantly I obeyed and began to remove the robe. The more I disengaged the garment, the harder He pressed on the top of the rack. I supposed He was compensating for some weight of glory in it. He continued to press on the top of the rack as I folded the embroidered robe so that it could be carried.

When the garment had been secured, I looked at Jesus. He gave the flicker of a smile, winked at me, and then removed His hand from the rack.

The Escape

Screams, sirens, and alarms of all kinds immediately arose together. All restraints were removed from everything within this realm.

Quickly the Lord became the white Eagle. Nervously I scrambled onto His back.

The vampire bat demons unfolded their huge wings. Their eyes were bloodred. They hissed through their fanged mouths. They were deranged with fury.

The doors to the front of the trophy room began to close. The white Eagle had to fly with His wings perpendicular to the floor to pass through the narrow opening. I tightened my arms and legs around Him, pressing the robe between my flattened body and His back. We passed through the opening like a single unit. With searing screams everything—bats, monkeys, dragons, soldiers—wrenched awake.

It seemed as though everything in the corrupted stratum breathed down upon us in the chase—screeching, squalling, shrieking, a cacophony of blood-curdling sounds raised behind us. They were a frenzied juggernaut.

The marble dragons wrenched free from the top of the building with all the cracking and tearing that accompany a structure being torn apart. The black marble monkeys violently ripped free to join in the hunt. The Lilith and shadow warriors rabidly pursued. Whether hoofed, winged, clawed, flightless, or airborne, they pressed us. They were a murderous horde of frenzy and rage.

Quickly demons from elsewhere in the second heaven joined these in the chase. The whole second heaven sounded like one dangerous, wounded animal. The bone-chilling cries that went up from that place made my blood run cold. Horrific.

I clung to the white Eagle. It was a wild ride. Wild! … but exhilarating. I threw back my head, gulping air and laughing silently. Let them roar. That was all that it was, a roar. A show. I was with Jesus, and Jesus had won the victory! Let them roar!

Anna Rountree, The Priestly Bride 13 Comments [7/27/2017 9:40:55 PM]
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Submitted By: Denizen

Quote# 129832

Lady Checkmate's headline: "U.S. Justice Dept. Files Brief Rejecting LGBTQ Workplace Protections"

Praise God!

Homosexuality is a behavior choice. Being a certain race, gender, etc. is NOT a choice. Sin should NOT be rewarded. We love and pray for the homosexuals, but we must not reward their rebellion against God.

"The U.S. Justice Department said flatly in a legal brief that federal civil rights law does not ban discrimination based on sexual orientation."

Don't forget to RECOMMEND. Lets get the Truth out so that Light may shine bright in this dark place and Jesus Christ may be glorified.Even if the discussion is closed, please still RECOMMEND.


Lady Checkmate, Disqus - Faith & Religion 13 Comments [7/27/2017 9:40:38 PM]
Fundie Index: 4
Submitted By: Jocasta

Quote# 129829

Don't listen to anything Ambulance Chaser tells you: The guy seriously believes the Constitution only says what judges say it does.

Jason Todd, Christian News Network  18 Comments [7/27/2017 9:40:01 PM]
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Quote# 129828

The Beatles Are of the Devil

“It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools.” —Ecclesiastes 7:5

Please understand that I don't condemn anyone, for the Bible condemns all of us as guilty, dirty, rotten, hell-deserving sinners. My salvation solely rests in Christ's righteousness, because of the precious blood that He gave for our sins. My intention is not to be unkind; but rather, to expose the demonic nature of Rock 'N' Roll.

The Beatles still top the charts for all-time albums sold, amounting to billions of dollars in profits. Tragically, The Beatles were heathen Communists, who praised false religions, glorified sexual immorality, and even blasphemed the Lord Jesus Christ throughout their careers.

It was Paul McCartney of The Beatles who said...

“We probably seem to be anti-religious. . . none of us believes in God.” (Hit Parader, Jan 1970, p.15)

Band member, John Lennon said...

“Christianity will go, it will vanish and shrink. I needn't argue about that. I'm right and will be proved right. . . .We're more popular than Jesus now.” (San Francisco Chronicle, April 13, 1966, p.26)

John Lennon, in his book, A Spaniard in the Works, portrays Jesus Christ as...

“Jesus El Pifico, a garlic-eating, stinking little yellow, greasy fascist bastard catholic Spaniard.” (A Spaniard in the Works, p.14).

Yet, The Beatles are praised in society as if they're heroes. I once told a man that The Beatles were Communists. He said he didn't believe it, until he heard The Beatle's song, Back In The U.S.S.R. (...boy you don't know how lucky you are!). The Beatles praised Communist leaders, promoted illegal drug usage, defiled themselves in backstage sex orgies, and glorified sin with their music.


Photo to left: Most people recognize the Satanic hand sign which John Lennon is making at the bottom right; but, few people realize that the "ok" sign which Paul McCartney is making at the bottom left is also very Satanic.

The "ok" sign is actually three 6's, each of the three vertical fingers forming an individual 6. 666!

Paul McCartney produced a solo album in 1971 called "RAM." He is pictured fondling a RAM on his album cover? Why did Paul McCartney use a RAM on his album cover?

Goat of Mendes -Origin of the Satanic Hand Sign? ...

"The Goat of Mendez is the god of the witches. (Mendez is another spelling of Mendes, a city of ancient Egypt where fertility worship - Baal worship — was practiced). Masons admit readily that Baphomet is a pagan fertility god and, more importantly, that Freemasonry is a fertility cult religion. At any rate, this mockery of Jesus is a satanic symbol and figures prominently in Satan worship."Kerr Cuhulain (Occult author, police investigator, and friend of witches)

David J. Stewart, Jesus is Precious 21 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:55 PM]
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Quote# 129827

Captain Freedom • 3 minutes ago


Raging Bull in China shop Captain Freedom • 3 minutes ago

1.6 billion on the way. Just think of all the exchange needles that could have bought.

Captain Freedom Raging Bull in China shop • 2 minutes ago

Let them use dirty needles and catch AIDS for all I care

Raging Bull in China shop Captain Freedom • a few seconds ago

Here's hoping.

Captain Freedom, Raging Bull in China shop, Media Matters For America 5 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:51 PM]
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Submitted By: DiarrheaMan

Quote# 129826

End Times radio host Rick Wiles went on a rant on his “TruNews” program yesterday over reports that drag queens are reading stories to children at libraries across the country, declaring that such events are “another sign we’ve entered the time of Sodom and Gomorrah.”

Looking at photos of these gatherings “will make you want to vomit,” Wiles said. “Sodom and Gomorrah drag queens are being invited by librarians to read stories to children … God have mercy on this nation. America has become a wicked nation, worse than Sodom and Gomorrah. Worse than Sodom and Gomorrah! We’re wicked, we’re perverse, we deserve judgment.”

Wiles said that the only reason that God hasn’t already unleashed His judgement on America is “because He is giving this nation more time to repent before the nation is destroyed,” warning that His mercy will not last forever.

“How long do you think the righteous, holy God is going to allow America’s sodomites to defile the children?” he asked. “What do you think these drag queens are? They’re pedophiles. It’s a sick society … We’re sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into Sodom and Gomorrah and into debauchery. At what point does God cut it off in America to save the children from hell?”

Rick Wiles, Right Wing Watch 8 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:32 PM]
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Submitted By: Demon Duck of Doom

Quote# 129825

Dominionist prayer warrior Lou Engle appeared on “The 700 Club” yesterday to promote the “Rise Up” prayer rally he is organizing on the National Mall in October, which is designed to be an anti-choice response to the Women’s March which took place in Washington, D.C., following the inauguration of President Trump.

Engle told co-host Wendy Griffith about a prophetic dream in which he was told by God that “there are certain powers of darkness that can only be broken by women.”

“I believe abortion is one of them,” Engle said, explaining that he is organizing this prayer event because “it is the hour for a great mobilization of women” to end legal abortion in America.

Griffith and Engle then agreed that the recent “Wonder Woman” movie was a prophetic sign that “God is doing something in the spirit realm.”

“The movie is amazing,” Engle said. “My dream was that only women can break certain kinds of principalities and powers. I think sometimes Hollywood prophesies better than the church does.”

Lou Engle, Right Wing Watch 6 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:28 PM]
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Submitted By: Demon Duck of Doom

Quote# 129824

Anal sex is demonic. There’s no other way to understand it. Using the anus as a substitute vagina is a desire from the pit of hell.

Linda Harvey, WND 23 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:22 PM]
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Submitted By: Demon Duck of Doom

Quote# 129823

We commend your courage for reversing the dangerous, damaging transgender policy of former President Obama, and we urge you to continue to resist the gender ideologies of the left and LGBT activist groups.

National Organization for Marriage, Act Right 8 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:16 PM]
Fundie Index: 6
Submitted By: Demon Duck of Doom

Quote# 129822

(Genesis 1:6-8) 6?Then God said: “Let there be an expanse between the waters, and let there be a division between the waters and the waters.” 7?Then God went on to make the expanse and divided the waters beneath the expanse from the waters above the expanse. And it was so. 8?God called the expanse Heaven. And there was evening and there was morning, a second day.
This expanse of water was similar to growing plants in a bottle. The moisture watered the plants and kept the earth a giant hot house condition. Everywhere was like Hawaii. Who would not rather live there? The area of the garden of Eden was deep caves of hot springs and so they had shelter and hot baths and even the streams of water kept the place sanitary. They had everything to make them happy.
When the water came down it was tons of water. Ripping planets apart and God held Noah and his ark up to be safe. The waters on the earth kept people apart and allowed some to flourish without unjust ruler. Miles of ocean between them when the cruel rulers of China set out to kill the peasants they got on ships and fled across the ocean not knowing where they were going. They ended up in Hawaii.

Dawn, Y! answers 9 Comments [7/27/2017 9:39:10 PM]
Fundie Index: 5

Quote# 129821

On today’s episode of his “WallBuilders Live” radio program, Republican political activist and Religious Right pseudo-historian David Barton blamed gay people for the high cost of health care.

“The most expensive cost for health care in America per person is not seniors, it’s not those who live to be 100 years old,” he claimed. “The most expensive health care cost in America right now, by far, individually, is for homosexuals. They cost more in the system than any other, hands down.”

“You’ll find that all over insurance stuff, they all admit it,” Barton continued. “I’m not homosexual and I don’t have those health problems. As a matter of fact, I don’t smoke and I don’t drink, so I don’t have those health problems. As a matter of fact, I really exercise a lot, I control my diet, I have very few health problems but I’m having to pay for everybody else’s health problems. If my health insurance reflected my lifestyle, my health insurance would be really, really, really cheap. But when I’m having to pay for everybody’s bad decisions.”

David Barton, Right Wing Watch 18 Comments [7/27/2017 9:34:24 PM]
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Submitted By: Demon Duck of Doom

Quote# 129819

Chase NotMyPussyGrabber • 25 minutes ago

Trannys can pay for their own mutilations, nobody in America wants to pay for fake boobs on Chelsea manning

Conservative Finnibar87 • a few seconds ago

George bought and paid for phony dirt from Russia. #realrussiancollusion

Conservative The_C_a_t • a few seconds ago

Finish the story. The republican for some reason didn't run with it, most likely because it was unsubstantiated, so Fusion GPS aka George Soros picked it up and ran with it. The bottom line is George Soros, James Comey, and the DNC used phony Russian lies to smear President Trump. This means it's the democrats who are the real colluders with Russia.

at Woods Wolf Tracker • a minute ago


Water vapor causes global warming you ignorant diseased ladyboy......!!!!!!

Conservative Finnibar87 • a few seconds ago

Anything is better than the Washington DC insider globalist administration of Barry the liar.

Pat Woods Conservative • in a few seconds

Isn't Barry that gay Kenyan Muslim community organizer.........?

SilkyF0Rever • 6 minutes ago

"E" Took a survey on a new reboot of the "Odd Couple" starring O.J. and Brucilla Jenner.
99.9% of liberals say that they can't wait to masturbate to it.
Today's word boys and girls is

Various trolls, Media Matters For America 0 Comments [7/27/2017 9:34:08 PM]
Fundie Index: 3
Submitted By: DiarrheaMan

Quote# 129803

Lady Checkmate's headline: "Conservatives Celebrate Trump for Transgender Military Ban"

Yes, we ARE VERY PLEASED with president Trump's stand against sexual immorality and insanity invading our military ranks. Good call sir. We salute you!


Don't forget to RECOMMEND. Lets get the Truth out so that Light may shine bright in this dark place and Jesus Christ may be glorified.Even if the discussion is closed, please still RECOMMEND.

Lady Checkmate, Disqus - Faith & Religion 10 Comments [7/27/2017 1:53:00 PM]
Fundie Index: 2
Submitted By: Jocasta

Quote# 129801

[Texas is considering a bill that would revoke the medical licenses of doctors who perform abortions, with the exception of those deemed “necessary” to save the life of the mother or to save another baby when the mother is pregnant with multiples.]

I hope the bill is double soft for wiping with that gaping hole, it ain't worth much more than that.

Oboehner , Christian News Network  8 Comments [7/27/2017 1:52:47 PM]
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