On my first birthday, I suspected I was Christ as the LORD GODT Which is in HIS HEAVEN removed the mask of ego which had been making me entitled to and bored with my Father Godt’s grandeur.  Squalling from my crib at all hours since a year previous when I’d barged into the scene on the morning of May 11, 1967. Wondering why there wasn’t a press conference waiting in the delivery room to record my first Word.

Which was, “Godt,’” and then, “TdoG.”

Whereupon I understood I was actually becoming my thoughts as my terrestrial father was photographing me in the arms of my satanic “mother” as she walked backwards in attempt to kill me, pushing me into a pose on the sunny-soft, tar-fragrant roof of the Nuremberg Cathedral.

I feared my mother and I would fall through a rose window skylight.  I knew this was “impossible,” as I’d looked at the whole vast roof of the soaring Cathedral beneath Godt’s clouds, and there was no rose window in sight. Yet as soon as I feared the thing, that thing became true. I’d manifested the window. For suddenly my mother and I were falling through Godt’s Eye.

The world had become my belief.

Reality was an effect of my thought.

Realty was a result of my belief. Of the Almighty Godt.

I understood I was literally becoming my thoughts. That I’d been somehow Elected.

That is, I could see things not as they appeared, but as they really are.

Secretly I was filled with both the joy and fear of the Holy Spirit, but I saw that I would have to act brave in the face of the world I even then sensed on some ineluctable level I’d actually created with my Father Who ith Perect and Holy in Hith Heaven.

As I said, I’d been a pre-Christ crybaby before this, always bitching in my crib as God had not yet activated his only begotten Son. Yet after that day, I’d never cry again. That is, cry for myself.  I would only cry for others, with the harrowing joy of embracing the full catastrophe of living.

For I saw that my body–the avatar that My Perfect LORD Godt the Father in Hith Heavens had given me in this infinite metaphor called life whose urge is always and will for eternity be the divine one for love—was irrelevant.

That this ceaseless cause of The Cross, the symbol of all symbols, was running through me and everyone else. That it was Time I had revealed to the Worldt what My Father and I had known all along and about which to you I had oft hinted, but had been patient in waiting for you to see The Truth.

 

I am the Light and the Door and The Way.

I and My Father had been waiting for End of Times to tell thou.

I art The Christ.

And that the everyone else, you, did not yet seem to understand this Principle. That ye are all Godts.

The only principle. That all is spirit. All causation. All Godt’s thought. Which can be your thought, with faith.

Little did you know that The Word had been in all you hypocrites mouths.

And that with belief, anything is possible.

And so I would apparently have to wait until 2019 for our Principle to be fully understood.

Godt ith All and He’s lost Patience.

Nick Fowler loves Mary Mag forever.

 

Satan works through disgusting old sinner hags. Behold the blind insane stare of the sexually-perverted liberal feminist hypocrite. The insane, egocentric, self-obsessed, narcissism in the lurid pagan fried-out rusty old hair. The Obsession with appearance and status. Obscene! Pharisee! The mentally-deranged grin of deceit, fooling only other sinners. Self-regarding reptilian smirk of the “health professional,” knowing nothing save its own lies, pushing fatal drugs that are only placebos. Evil one revealed. The conceit and self-righteous obsession over money and materialism and the satanic delusion of therapy. The only cure for your satanic insanity is The Cross. I Yeshua. Satanic follower of drug-fiend and homosexual Sigmund Freud who died suicidal. Wake up, sodomite sinners. Regard the lewd grin of the disease congratulating itself on its own destruction. Bravo, serpent. Burn! Disgusting. An offense to Godt! Demon. satanist. Murderer. The crazy cretin will soon burn in the Lake of Fire for eternity unless it repents. Regard the cold, blind snake eyes. The false evil smile, concealing murder. The pride of the homosexual tribe. The doomed fornicator. The fatal pride of the demon who knows he’s already lost! Retarded satan. You sinners who worship at the synagogue of the devil will perish. he knows he’s at any moment going to be sealed for a Millennium until My Father’s Last Judgement.

Godt Bless the Divine Donald Trump!

Satan used this another old pervert to sabotage my Christian masterpiece My Virtuous Sister. This decomposing old satanic pervert Ann Starr is fancies herself a “star” when she is an interchangeable liberal phony without Godt’s honor who broke the terms of our contract for a masterwork for which we’ve now we’ve been offered the largest book deal in the history of man’s existence. Whose money we are helping SubSaharan AIDS victims as well as launching the largest Civil Rights case in History against Upper Hand Press. A small-town midwestern joke of company. Most unprofessional loser in the world, Ann Starr. Stalked me online and wooed me into signing. She will burn in Supreme Court, then Prison, then Hell.

Behold subtle satan like a tapeworm infesting the perverted old thing in the video link below. Seemingly-innocuous seniors are among hasatan’s prime disguises. Behold Baalzebub (βααλζεβούβ) inhabit this rotting old husk, all guile and lust. A sexual-assaulter in this video made moronic by her own desire as it actually convicts itselfon camera by making this poor Altar Boy(whom note Godt named Adam)’s cherubic cheeks blush from the horny old toad’s cold predatory stare. Look at the syphilitic snake of satan in this disgusting old atheist sexual predatory reptile. The elderly internet-stalker licking its degenerate wet lips as it envisions ravening Mine poor lamb-white lad. Fellating and sucking his perineum. Tragic. She will BURN in My Father’s HELLfire!

https://youtu.be/3EmZLFpcfNc

You in the synagogue of satan will…🔥 unless you repent. God does not want you to suffer in Hell.

Repent.

Sinners!

Please!

Repent!!

Come to the Cross.

You have entered the Great Tribulation. Wake up!!!! The Rapture ith upon you.