- The fresh scent of dew and a stream of
a golden sunrise cresting over the hill awakened me as I stretched and
climbed out of my sleeping bag. I'd been in the North Cascades for two
days trying to get my head clear. Australians call it a walk-about, American
Indians refer to it as a vision quest, but, I just called it time to get
in touch with myself and my Creator.
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- I cast my eyes across the lake, calm
and smooth, when a kingfisher broke the plane and scooped out a fingerling
and flew off to a nearby fir tree to enjoy his prize. The ripples in the
lake lapped ever towards me, and soon I wondered whether I should join
the bird and eat some breakfast. Fifty feet from me were some wonderful
blackberries, so I carried a small pan to the cache to fill it, tasting
the sweet morsels as I picked.
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- With my mind on the delightful pan of
berries, I sat on a stump and kicked some sand in the air to see that there
was no breeze whatsoever, and then thanked God for the beautiful morning
I was experiencing. After eating ten or so berries, I heard a rustle, and
turned around to see a woman approaching my site. She was ordinary looking
in most standards, most noticeable because of the light-weight clothing
she wore in the cool mountains.
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- "Hello," she called. "May
I have a word with you?"
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- "Surely," I said, and gestured
her to join me and extended my pan to offer her some berries which she
politely refused. My mind raced. For two days, I'd been in the wilderness,
and seen no people, and, now, walking into my campsite was a woman wearing
clothes more fitting for a tropical paradise than these mountains. While
considering this anomaly, I noticed she was barefoot. "Are you lost?"
I asked.
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- She threw back her head and chuckled.
"No, Steffan, no. I'm not lost."
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- "Wha . . . ? How do you know my
name?" This was getting a bit weird, and I was beginning to wonder
what to do about this lady in my campsite.
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- "I'll leave if you want," she
said, "but, I'd really like to give you a message."
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- I began to shiver and tried to cover
my discomfort but my teeth began to chatter. "It's a bit cool. Would
you like to borrow a coat?"
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- "I'm never cold, but thank you just
the same."
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- My shaking stopped and I caught a glimpse
of a golden aura about her head, which caused me to stare in disbelief.
Thankfully, the illusion faded when I stared her face, and I soon decided
that it had just been the way the sunrise caught her hair that had played
the trick on my mind. While I stared her, I saw no impressive or distinct
features except for the warmest eyes I've ever encountered. "Okay,
what's the message you have for me?"
-
- "Well, it's been noticed that you
are at a crossroads and need a bit of direction."
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- "Noticed! Noticed! Noticed by whom?"
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- She smiled, "I'm not at liberty
to say. If you reflect upon it, you will know who sent me."
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- "Then, who are you?"
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- This time she laughed, "Same answer."
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- "All right. Tell me what you can."
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- "I'm here to tell you that you are
right on the fence, and can have either a trip to heaven or hell when your
life is complete on this earth."
-
- "That's enough coyness and cuteness.
Time to leave, lady!" I pointed down a trail.
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- "If you want, I'll leave."
As she turned, the fuzzy golden sphere again covered her head.
-
- I blinked, and it was still there. "No,"
I said, as I decided to see what this mysterious lady had to say. "I'll
listen."
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- She sat on the ground, stirred the sand
with her bare feet, and invited me to do the same. I sat, but kept my shoes
on.
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- "You are at a juncture," she
said. "Which place do you wish to go after your life is finished here?"
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- "Heaven, of course. I don't even
know if there is a hell."
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- "Which is exactly why I've been
sent. I need to tell you that there are two separate and distinct beings
about your planet that you refer to as gods. The one you follow will decide
whether you will have an Eternal or a temporary afterlife, and the quality
thereof."
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- "You mean God in the singular, don't
you?"
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- Her eyes sparkled, and I couldn't tell
whether she was smiling or frowning. "That's the problem down here.
There are two, but, because of much confusion, most think all is One. It
is by design, by trick, and by deceit that earthlings so believe. Really,
there is only One Divine Creator, but, through an experiment which I shan't
attempt to explain now, an accident occurred and another being was created
which has many powers but the other is certainly not God This being has
through trick, guile and deception, taken over a portion of creation and
pretended to be the original creator thereof and it has defied its Creator."
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- "Are you talking about Satan?"
I asked.
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- "That's a good name for it, though
it goes by many others."
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- "If there's going to be further
discussion on these lines, could we for simplicity, call the two beings
God and Satan?" I asked hopefully.
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- She smiled. "Of course. Now, it
so happens that God created this world along with all His creatures, but
Satan has swooped down, usurped the territory and modified it in such a
way that it is unrecognizable from the original and it integrated its own
creatures with God's so that nobody can tell the difference between the
two by looking at them."
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- I frowned. "You mean we're all mixed
together, children of Satan and children of God?"
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- "Exactly."
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- "And, what race is the children
of God?"
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- She laughed. "No race at all. They're
every race, both genders, and of many ideologies. Satan's children blend
in perfectly with God's. In most families there will be mixed both children
of God and those who are not. Satan always works by appearances or illusions,
so his children look just like God's."
-
- "I thought it was a belief system.
That people can select or choose God."
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- "They can. They certainly can. If
they can tell the difference between Satan and God. Very few children of
Satan choose God because Satan designed them to be repulsed by Divine Love,
to be self-centered, egotistic, arrogant, bigoted and hateful. Satan's
children really don't have what you call a conscience. They don't care
about right and wrong; they only care about whether they get caught.
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- "God's children are different. They
have an inner guidance; they know right from wrong. No laws are necessary
to stop God's children from committing murder, rape or robbery. They know
in their hearts it's wrong. If one of God's children commits a theft but
is not caught, he still suffers for what he has done because he knows it's
wrong. If one of Satan's children steals but is not caught, he feels great
for pulling off the perfect crime. Satan's children must be told what they
can or can't do. That's because they only know evil, they've been programmed
that way. If there are no restraints upon them, they'll all murder, lie
and cheat. That's what they were made to do. God's children only choose
Satan if they are deceived into accepting the pretender's lies."
-
- "So, I can tell God's children by
whether they're crooks or not?"
-
- "You could, if you really understood
what a crook was. On this planet, Satan mostly rewards his children and
punishes God's children. But, let's go back to this heaven or hell choice
of yours. Earlier this morning, as you were picking blackberries, you were
thinking that this was as close to heaven as you've ever been, weren't
you?"
-
- "How did you know that? Can you
read my thoughts?" I stared accusatorily. A few moments of silence
passed. "Okay, yes, I was thinking that," I finally admitted.
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- "Do you think it was heaven for
the fish the bird caught this morning?"
-
- "You saw that too? Of course you
did! Well, not really for the fish, but the bird seemed very contented
with its catch."
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- "Don't you think fish have feelings?
Don't you think they have a right to live?"
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- "Well, I'm certain they suffer before
they are eaten. But, they're part of the food chain. Isn't it their job
to be eaten or to eat others?"
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- "Do you think a Loving God would
make them part of this . . . food chain?"
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- "I'd never thought of it. They've
always been in the water to eat or be eaten. Since God made this world,
I guess it's part of the Divine Plan that I don't really understand. Can
you answer it for me?"
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- She furrowed her brow. "God did
not create a food chain."
-
- "Wait a minute, if God created the
earth and the creatures thereof, he certainly must have created a food
chain for us to survive."
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- "That's the key," she said.
"God made each of His creatures Eternal, so they would never know
death. Satan came upon the earth and corrupted it so all creatures know
death. So all creatures are in this ungodly . . . food chain. Do you think
that kingfisher enjoyed killing the fish?"
-
- "It seemed to," I said.
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- "And you. Do you enjoy killing those
berries as you eat them?"
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- I glanced at my stained fingers, then
at the pan, then again at my fingers. "I never thought about it. But,
I guess they will die in my stomach."
-
- "That's because they're part of
the food chain. This is a kill-or-be-killed world. God never intended it
to be that way, but Satan has turned it has corrupted the Divine Creation.
Satan has made all the creatures so they must eat one another. And, they
are so conditioned to feast on others, that they no longer realize that
all existence on this earth is now parasitic. They have become so conditioned
by Satan that they care not about others, only about self-preservation."
-
- "The way you talk, Satan is more
powerful than God."
-
- "On this planet, yes, for now. Certainly
you know the parable about how God planted his crop on the world, an Eternal
and Divine Crop. In the night, Satan came and sowed tares, took over the
field, developed a food chain, and forced all of God's children to eat
one another. God has had to sit back and watch as the weeds choke the life
out of His children because of various tricks and maneuvers Satan has pulled
on and about this planet to hold temporary control of it. Now, is the time
that the weeds and the wheat will be separated. God is rescuing His children
from Satan's realm. Those who follow Satan will stay with their ghoul;
those who follow God, will be harvested and removed from Satan's control."
-
- I closed my eyes and tried to comprehend
what she had just said. After several minutes, I opened them and asked,
"You said I was at the crossroads, how can I take the correct path?"
-
- "You must detach yourself from things
of this physical world and seek those things of the God of Love, those
things which are Eternal and not temporal. You must do all that you can
for the Loving God, you must know God in your heart, and you must strive
ever to avoid that which assists the ghoul that is in control of this planet.
Satan controls the schools, governments, businesses, bankers, militaries,
nations, literally everything upon this planet."
-
- "Everything?"
-
- "Yes, everything. All that is done
on the physical earth is being done to keep up the illusion. God is correcting
that as we speak. He is breaking down the walls and illusions created by
Satan. That is necessary before the harvest. Satan is being forced to expend
most of its energy to hold up its fraudulent taxes, fraudulent money, fraudulent
courts, fraudulent commerce and fraudulent countries. If those frauds are
exposed, then Satan will lose many of its followers that now think nothing
of preying upon people in business and trade. Like those who devour others
in the food chain without a thought, so do the people in business devour
the consumers without it bothering their consciences. They have never thought
about it. Satan has kept almost everyone from knowing that all the world's
a stage and all the people are merely players. But, now, because of the
rescue, Satan is so busy keeping his fraudulent money and commerce afloat,
it can't keep the illusion that the earth is a paradise going.
-
- "Satan is such a ghoul that it would
rather let the earth die from disease, earthquakes, volcanoes, storms,
and global warming, which is not unlike a fever you run when you are sick,
than to attend to the planet. In other words, Satan knows its time is up,
but it will keep up the illusion until the last possible day to keep as
many in its flock as possible. To choose God is to choose Eternal Love.
The other choice is the food chain."
-
- "How do I know that you're not a
trickster, of the darkness . . a .. ghoul?"
-
- "For that, you must search your
heart and decide whether you wish to believe any or all of what I have
said. That is the message I was to give you. Now I will go."
-
- I closed my eyes for a second, and opened
them to find nobody in my site. I looked around and could not see her in
the distance. I called out, but there was no answer. When I returned to
the campsite, I looked where she had just been sitting in a patch of dry
sand, but could find no tracks left by her bare feet.
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