The War Chronicles IV

Here is the recent podcast from Christine Beadsworth:

The War Chronicles IV

The Importance of Rest

God knows how very important having a day of rest is, that He made it a commandment. To rest on the 7th day. The main reason the children of Israel were carried off to Babylon for 70 years was that they weren't letting the land rest. They were to sow their crops for six years and on the 7th year they were to let the land rest. Not only were they not letting the land rest the 7th year, but they were doing sneaky stuff like renting out their land to the pagans around them for the 7th year. “We aren't sowing the land.” was their attitude. How did that work out for them?

I was guilty of doing the same thing. I was not taking a day off, so God had to force me to. With no running water in the house, I pretty much couldn't do anything. But it was more than that. I was physically, emotionally and spiritually wiped out. I was empty. I had nothing more to give. 

God showed me that He would fill me back up again, but that I needed to do no work and really rest. I mean more than just taking a nap (I took three). But to not even think. Not to worry about what isn't getting done. Not think about what is going on at work, my husband's health, the dog, or what is going on in the world. Literally, my brain needed to rest as well. Especially to not feel guilty about it. The adversary loves to make us feel bad about really taking a day off when there is so much that needs to be done. It is God's will that we have that day of rest. Remember that the next time you feel bad about needing a break. 

So, I rested yesterday, for the first time in quite a while. It was very peaceful, and I really needed it. When I woke up this morning, I felt incredibly refreshed. Plus, my attitude had healed, and I did not feel so hopeless and overwhelmed like I had yesterday morning. The Lord had filled me back up so I could continue in my walk and be able to give to the needs of my family. Thank you, Lord!

On Being Martha

Sigh. It was really a crappy week. 

The app I use to clock in at work disappeared from my computer over the last weekend. Then I got in trouble for working with IT to get it fixed off the clock. Catch 22. I swear I am being sabotaged – and not by a person this time. 

The day I was going to take a shower (having already pushed it an extra day) we had no running water. Thankfully we have 2 extra cases of water. Which were in the car and frozen solid. I also had a sink full of dirty dishes, that I thought I would be able to wash that morning before work. I put a case of water by the heater so it could thaw. I guess I will need to start buying water and keeping it in the limited space I have in the house. 

The water came back on yesterday afternoon and I was so relieved. Then the neighbor came and knocked on the door to tell us we have a leak. (insert expletive here) He was nice and turned the water off for us. So again no running water. The new Chad won't be able to come fix it until Monday when everything thaws.

I got up this morning at 2:30am, hoping to have some actual time to myself. But my husband decided to get up with me. I made him some coffee and breakfast. Let the dog out and the icy air in. I resent the dog. Just one more responsibility I have on my shoulders. It is 1 degree out and it's been too cold to walk her so there are several piles of poop out the front door that I will have to go pick up later today. 

I had always hoped I was a Mary. Nope. I'm definitely a Martha. That sucks. Cumbered about much serving. Not that I would go narc to Jesus on someone else. Not really my style. But Martha's problem was she felt sorry for herself because there was all this work to be done, and she resented Mary for doing what she herself wanted to do. Sit at the feet of Jesus and hear His teaching. 

Maybe that is the solution for me. I can't do any of the things I would normally do today, take a shower, wash the dishes, make banana bread. But there is something I can do. Sit at the feet of Jesus and just listen. 

Recent Podcasts

I have received three newsletters from Christine Beadsworth in the last two days. Here are audios from the first two:

The Tip of the Spear 

Pressing into the Darkness

The 3rd newsletter did not have a corresponding audio to it, but it did include links to previous podcasts. They are listed below:

Judah Shall Go First

Deciding your Destination - part two

Mandela Effects: Canadian Style

Several years ago, before the current douche-baggery up north, the prime minister of Canada, pictured above, decided to make daily speeches smack talking America. 

At the time, he was the first openly gay prime minister ever. He had a husband and an adopted daughter. The reason that we know this is, my husband and I hated the guy. Every time he came on to make his speeches, we would yell at the tv and talk about how extremely gay he was (using much harsher, less politically correct terminology.)

Then one day, out of the blue, the blackface spell occurred. The scandal had everyone up in arms. How horrifying that the PM of Canada would have himself photographed in blackface. The tv would show a picture of him in black face, then a picture of his wife and 5 children. My husband was the one who noticed it. It was shown over and over on all the channels.

“Wasn't that guy gay?” my husband said as yet again the tv showed the black face picture and the nice family pic with all the kids.

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “He is the first openly gay prime minister of Canada with a husband and daughter.” 

“Well, not anymore.” my husband stated.

I went online to try to find any evidence of his once gayness, and all I could find were news articles about how he attended a gay pride parade. All evidence of ever being anything but a family man with 5 children were erased from the internet. If fact, I couldn't even find anyone else who noticed the change. A whole nation of Canadians did not notice such a profound metamorphosis. It must have been a powerful spell, one that my husband and I are apparently immune to.  

From gay, to family man to hard core dictator all in the space of a few years. What is next? I shudder to think about it.  

Golf Balls

My dad is out of the hospital and getting better every day. But he is on oxygen and may be for the rest of his life.

My father-in-law, who is current on all the pinpricks available, who mocked us and laughed at us for not taking the shot or trusting any medical people, has been in the hospital for over a week with three golf ball sized tumors on his face. He says they tell him it is not cancerous. I take no pleasure in this news. Just profound sadness. This is just the beginning of sorrows. Please pray for them. 

Baptism

My husband asked me what the standard is for baptism. I told him there were several schools of thought on the subject but that Jesus Himself went to get baptized. John the Baptist, baptized with water but told his followers that One would come after him that would baptize with the Holy Spirit and with fire. John was surprised that Jesus came to be baptized, but Jesus knew that it was a necessary step in His walk. 

“I want to get baptized.” my husband said. 

I was very happy to hear that. 

My husband is essentially bed-ridden. There was no possibility of “going down to the river” or even the tub for that matter. So, I baptized him in his chair with the Lord's blessing. We decided that we should have communion as well. I told my husband that Paul had admonished the believers for not properly discerning the Lord's body (not respecting communion) and that was why many of them were sick. 

I told my husband that the bible talked about how when people were sick, they should call the elders to lay hands on them and anoint them with oil. So I prayed, saying, that we had no elders available, only me. When I was done pouring water on his head, I dried him off and prayed over him. Then I anointed his head with oil. 

It was a very solemn occasion and I'm not sure I am doing it justice writing about it. I asked my husband how he felt afterwards. He said he felt relieved. He had been thinking about getting baptized for months. I told him not to wait so long to say something next time. But, then again, maybe the timing was perfect. 

My Own Private Army

An interesting thing happened last week. My follower count jumped from 21 to 131. The reason that is interesting is, my viewership stayed the same. So how could my followers jump up but not my views? Was it something I said? LOL. I'm sure some of them are BOTS, but who cares. We are now in the post-reality Skynet phase of our existence. Everything is an algorithm and everything is run by AI.

At my job we have bots that are also working accounts. They are very slow and can't tell the difference between an initial evaluation and a regular visit. It takes me a minute to lock an account, add a visit and then unlock the account. I've come across accounts locked by bots that have been locked for half an hour at least. While they have the account locked no one else can get in. Luckily their sucking is more job security for me. 

Everything is fake. The news, the president and possibly some of my new followers. 

In other news, they are microwaving protesters in Australia. Stranger than Fiction News has some videos on it here.

They are freezing people's bank accounts in Canada as we speak. Time to have your own private run on the bank while you still can. These things have a way of cascading. 

Update

Sorry. I have been very busy lately and haven't had a chance to post anything. I will try to get a blog post up this weekend. In the meantime, here is the latest from Christine Beadsworth:

Finishing Touches and Final Processes - part 1 and 2.

Liquidate Before Too Late

Here is the recent podcast from Christine Beadsworth;

Liquidate Before Too Late

Take care everyone!

No Where to Run

I didn't really want to go into town. I told my husband that I would go to the store after work and even loaded the garbage into the car on my break so I would be ready. But at the end of the day – I tried to get out of it. My husband won out because he wanted me to pick up tacos for dinner – and we were out of ice cream. The little store doesn't have any. 

When I got to the store I was pissed because I forgot to stop at the dumpster on my way out and the garbage was still in the back seat. I got my groceries and headed down Buckeye Avenue towards the taco place when I saw them. Purple streetlights. They were everywhere. They weren't there a couple weeks ago when I was in town at night. I actually started to cry. 

I've been listening to podcasts during the day while I work. Someone had posted a bunch of old videos talking about the purple streetlights and I had literally listened to them earlier in the day. Now I was surrounded by them. Even here in little ol Abilene, Kansas. If they are here, the middle of nowhere, then they will shortly be everywhere. 

Here is the page with the videos: 

New LED "Smart" Streetlights

There are four videos talking about this. The first is Debra Tavares from December. She starts discussing them at the 30 min mark. 

The second video is a guy who takes apart one of the lights and shows you the hardware and what they are designed for. The next two are from Mark Steele who has been talking about the dangers of fiveG for years and what these lights are capable of. 

I strongly recommend going to the link and watching the videos. If you have any left-over lead-based paint, it might be time to paint the living room and bedrooms. I just don't know what more I can say. 

56

Shhhh. Don't tell anyone. That is how old I am today. Totally non-descript age if there ever was one. Take care out there. 

Tokyo

Most of the snow has melted. I watched out the window as a boy with a shovel built himself a snow bunker complete with bug out bag. Well, there was a backpack in there anyway. I think, given enough snow and time, this boy could actually construct a working igloo. As it was, he got bored and abandoned it. 

My husband asked me a week ago where I wanted to go for dinner for my birthday. (It is tomorrow – not saying how old I will be.) I thought about it several times but really couldn't think of anything. Thursday my husband said he found the perfect place for us to go out. There is a sushi bar in Junction City called Tokyo. We looked at the menu and everything looked great. Yesterday we drove over there for lunch. We were not disappointed.

The Tokyo restaurant was very high end inside and the food was excellent! I ordered the Kansas roll in honor of us now living in Kansas, but I don't recommend it. But the Captain Crunch roll was excellent. My husband always orders fried calamari when we go out for sushi – and I've tasted it before. I really don't like to eat fried rubber. But the fried calamari at Tokyo was delicious! They also made PERFECT little fried dumplings. We will definitely be going there again. They are a little pricey but well worth it. We had a great time. 

Today I will be doing chores and gearing up for the work week. My dad is still in the hospital so please continue to pray for him. Everyone take care of yourselves. Love you!

Half and Half: Now with Added Side Effects

I noticed this several years ago, but for some strange reason, Half and Half producers started quietly adding Dipotassium Phosphate to their product. 

If you look into Dipotassium Phosphate (used in fertilizer and as a buffering agent in anti-freeze) you really have to wonder who's idea was it to start adding it to Half and Half? Half and Half should have two ingredients: Milk and Cream. That is it. How can you even still call it Half and Half if it more than two ingredients?

Although “generally recognized as safe” by the FDA – consider the source. 

From here – originally derived from animal bones and urine. It is an inorganic compound. Meaning synthetic (meaning what the hell is in it)? 

Here are some resources on it for your reading (dis)pleasure. Here, here, here and here.

I was at the store the other day and called my husband to let him know that they had no half and half that wasn't poisoned with Dipotassium phosphate. His response was, “I'm dying anyway.” I shrugged and bought some for him, but I won't touch the stuff myself. 

Side Effects include: 

Blood in the urine

blurred vision

burning, crawling, itching, numbness, prickling, "pins and needles", or tingling feelings

changes in skin color

chest pain or discomfort

confusion

decreased or increased urination

dizziness, faintness, or lightheadedness when getting up suddenly from a lying or sitting position

fast, slow, pounding, or irregular heartbeat or pulse

fever

mood or mental changes

muscle cramps in the hands, arms, feet, legs, or face

nausea

nervousness

numbness and tingling around the mouth, fingertips, or feet

seizures

sweating

trouble breathing

unusual tiredness or weakness

vomiting

weakness and heaviness of the legs

not to mention renal failure and death.

Just one more way to poison us. Check your labels and have a nice day!

Prayers Needed

My dad is in the hospital. Please pray for his speedy recovery. Thank you.

Precise Positioning and Provision

Here is another podcast from Christine Beadsworth:

Precise Positioning and Provision