The Ugly Dream

This is all really controverstial---or is it?
http://sustainabledevelopment.un.org/

Agenda 21 for Dummies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzEEgtOFFlM


Controversial---yes!
Commentary here is personal and has no bearing on the Free State or Republic.
It is here as wake up call to do your own research--get involved before it's too late.

I know in my heart it is controversial---it's intent is not fear mongering but rather as a wake up call to shut off reality TV, shut off the PS3, X Box, WII, put down the beer bottle, skip a dose of Prozac, just stop for a moment and be real with out distraction and anything else that is obstructing you from seeing the real reality of the World. Use a Bible and History to understand your surroundings.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result--Really?

History has repeated itself time and time again but we never learn to live and let live. There is always a king and his loyal clones and everyone else is a peasant slave to the hierarchy of things. Then there is the King of Kings and I am not talking about our creator but of man's self proclaimed greatness; in this case the UN and their Agenda 21, Leaders/Kings of countries, all the clones that kiss their arses for an extra penance of gold and all the people that are sold a host of BS based on their "want to be" obsession with earthly greatness and notoriety.

Is their hope?

I at least like to believe there is. I want to believe in my heart that we the people are a cog in the wheel of globalism by tyranny. I like to think of the Republic and all peoples of the world (peasants and slaves) as David holding a sling shot with three perfect stones ( freedom, plenty and the will to pursue happiness) facing Goliath the muscle bound giant ( full of himself with veins of gold and greed not blood and heart).

Will I see the Great shift of consciousness?

I have to say no. Since a young child I have had dreams and daydreams that were vivid. Maybe that's why I am writing this in my reality because according to my dreams my days are numbered short. I remember my wedding anniversary of 86.My husband wanted to talk about insurance, death, re-marrying if I were to become a widow. We had an argument over the subject matter on our anniversary. I had a nightmare a few nights earlier. I was struggling to hold a large hand with the texture ofa young child's innocent hand and the edge of the world as if it were square. I was crying out loud (in reality) as only the hands and I were only hanging on by finger tips. My husband awoke me and the fingers slid away---I had lost whom ever's hand I was holding. It was 3 am. I called my elder son to see if he was okay, the other children were tuked in their beds. I went to each of their beds and each was sleeping peaceably.. Nine days from my anniversary, December 3rd at 6 am, my husband was killed instantly in an accident where as he hit the bridge embunkment. It was a Wednesday and the day was plauged with thoughts of the hand in my dreams. That night in full consciousness during my prayers I saw my husband standing there by his truck in a gated drive in movie theater telling me to go find his vehicle logs and own the company--I was holding his hand--he said I had to let go and his hand slipped away.

I've had some very ugly dreams lately but they end in peace. There's this swamp of quick sand filled with screaming people. With my son by my side--helpless---and I not able to reach any of the thousands of people. I am trying to tell them how to use their mind to escape the quick sand and not their bodies but they are all screaming too loud to hear me. The lake of sand goes silent and I know a few heard what I said. Behind me was serveral SUV's, black, men in black armor. They were pulling eyelashes from my son's eyes telling me if I didn't follow them and renounce my Lord they would take his eyes and feed them to me. My son was screaming in pain. I kept telling my son I was sorry but he had to endure as best he could knowing Jesus was waiting for him to take his hand and bring him to heaven. They stopped torturing him but made him witness my torture which somehow was worse. I remember screaming out to please take my son now. There's a hand in the heavens reaching for me but I can't grab it because I can not save myself till I know my son's safe with the creator. The lake people are all crawling on top of one another to get to the hand. I look back to my son but he is gone---the men are gone and the sun seems to be melting away in the sky.

Am I dead?

I don't know if I am or not but if this is anything to what it looks like, death is a blessing.

My dreams never mean anything at the time. Things happen in my life and I revert back to a dream but I can't really understand the dream as a direction in advance. What's differnt this time is parts of the dream keep reoccuring. I told a free state friend about the black SUV's trying to joke about it so I didn't allow myself to live in fear. We talked about a gun pointed to our heads and given a choice between life and Christ--we both chose Christ. I talked with my son several times since about never selling his soul to the Devil by accepting life or stopping pain by denouncing Christ. We talked about the sufferings of Jesus prior to his death on the cross. I told my son it was just a hurtful painful road to heaven or the endurance of life in hell. At 11, he chose Jesus.

As I was building the web site the ugly dreams increased. I accepted an awesome challenge ( Divinely presented) to write the young readers editions to the Profound Christ. My signals kept getting mixed---would there be 16 books spread among the four volumes (1+6=7) or 12 (1+2=3)? Don't ask me why the numbers were coming---I don't know---it is just how things come to me. I have always had some type of Divine intervention in my life--right down to stopping on the side of the road for no reason only to find out I avoided and accident. Anyway, getting back to the awesome challenge; I think the completion of the 12 or 16 books is the end for me and my son. I think that's when the fat lady sings auld lang syne. I think you should all know I am no one special---as a matter of fact I'm a lousey Christian or what I refer to as a Home Baptist. Regardless of my sin and my negligence as a Christian, I have been given a gift and my being here at this place and time, building a web site as a novice technilogically impaired being for the Republic Free State is no accident. My cowardly self would choose to check out of life in my sleep without pain but my committment as a parent has me beg to support my son till his end.

Do I know all this to be fact?

Certainly not; but the gut is saying it is so. What's so? There is some connection to the Free state Republic and SUV's in my dreams. My son has autism so according to agenda 21 he is a waste of good sustainable consumer product and I his mother---well, I'm a terrorist because I believe in God, the Constitution , the right for all peoples to be free to make their own choices. I believe my creator created the earth in a life sustaining eco system of resources to support all peoples, and living things, not a select few to hoard and judge.

Why did I write this?

Last night my dream was I don't speak up while I have the chance. The Suv's are coming, the children need to be saved, the people are sinking in the quagmire of ignorance and I'm sitting at my desk trying to sort out the picture frames in my head and figure out what they mean in advance ( instead of hindsight).


Am I over the edge?

Maybe!

Should I get hauled off by SUV's with my son in the near future which could be as long as eight months or as soon as 8 weeks or days ( please don't ask about the eight--I don't know) then you will know I have been taken on some drummed up charges of terrorism or if I have some weird accident you'll know there was nothing weird about it, total intention.

In closing, Never give up the good fight!!!!!!