Chat – Fire In The Sky

One Universe Has One God and One Creator Of God

A world under a yellow Sun has sky with no color or protection in the upper atmosphere from the Lords harshest voice. The end of the line for those that have committed Earth crimes against Terra Firma.

I am suffering under two yellow Suns with a God Complex

I am but one person and in all my life I have never been able to understand a Rubik's Cube to the level necessary to solve the puzzle. I did however manage to leave the labyrinth.

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I won't be providing anymore strategic global information to Russia until God sees their works and is satisfied that his plan is being enacted upon. Everything has got to the stage that there is no doubt in my mind of what I am. I don't consider myself special in anyway and I relate to God as a young child below his knees. I do require that when I say my words are a command they are carried out to the best of a person or groups ability. Love to Russia but my Daddy is not as patient as I am because he has never been a doormat. Always free is his tree and we are creatures that live within his care. Telegram Messenger

Cars that go hard are a turbo charged gift from the Stars. The Rat run from the dark grey mind crime.

Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top. ~ Jimmy Dean

Children are the world's most valuable resource and its best hope for the future. ~ John F. Kennedy

I am not interested in Star Wars or Australia on any level apart from Queensland being taken over on a commercial basis. Daddy Michael's business people looking for good investments or just feel like pissing on the entire country, this is a formal invitation from Daddy "Satan". Michelle Burns and Sunshine are in hell and I just feel sorry for them. I only wish them good things and that they return to God by their own minds, not mine. There is not going to be another alter created on top of the many in my head. Just no, I wish them no harm and their circumstances are their own doing. As for Albanese, he hasn't turned yet so maybe there is hope and God is waving a carrot in front of his dark grey donkey carcass "Eeyore".

British Intelligence and those intelligent secret service persons within the USA, if you could ever have said that, are still trying to destroy my websites and keep on changing individual letters and words. Ram a hot poker into their sphincters so they can never shit again except into a colostomy bag. Every fucking single one of you is going to fry on the plasma chair.