America, Q, The World and the War we are in.

We are at war, but this is not a normal war.

Some time back I posted a couple of very old, prophetic messages concerning America from General George Washington and Major General George B. McClellan of the Civil War. You can, and I encourage you to go back and re-read them for context.

Basically they are an outline, symbolically, a future war that is to take place on American soil.

If you have any understanding of prophetic symbolism and your eyes are open to REALLY see the world around you, then this video, “Bards of War; EP81 – Continue reading

The Coming Trojan Horse

The Coming Trojan Horse

The Coming Trojan Horse
– An end-times report

(FYI, be sure to check out the update on this)

..As some of you know I do research on several topics. Looking for patterns, matching it with prophetic stuff either from myself or others. As time passes by, I have learned to see so much of all this stuff interconnected.
One of those subjects that I often watch is archeological in nature. One of the reasons for this is because of Matthew 24: 37-39 Continue reading

A Generation to Come

A Generation to Come.


I often monitor many different flows of information, both spiritual information within the church and information happening in the world that few others take the time to look closely at. It’s just the way things have developed in my life.
This last year, what I have seen has been hard, very hard. Looking closely at the church as we know it today Continue reading

East – West

As I lay here in the dark of the night,
searching for sleep that I never find.
Hours now tic by, looking just like the last one flying on by.
Cascading waves of tumbled thoughts,
compete for the right to seize my mind.

Friends of the East, friends of the West
Troubled concerns take away the best. Continue reading

Paper Tigers


Paper Tiger is defined as “one that is outwardly powerful or dangerous, but inwardly weak or ineffectual.”

Blog warning: I am going to get blunt! If you don’t like blunt, then don’t read this. Yes!, this is a rant.

In my last thirty, some odd years of Christianity one of my biggest pet peeves that have always motivated me were Status Quo. I first ran into it in the very first church I was in. After six months of a traditional Baptist church, I was more than ready to move on. Far as I could tell I had made a wrong turn and this church thing was a walking joke, social club of words and good intent. Continue reading

Ink on the Page


So as some of you may or may not have noticed, I have not posted in a few days. That’s not for lack of writing, but a lack “ummph” to finish the ones I started.

As time rolls on and I listen more and more to some of the things on the “wind” around me {Yes I am talking spiritual} I find myself more and more concerned about all that is around me. This world is changing, to use a prophetic quote from the first Lord of The Rings movie from Galadriel;

“The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost; for none now live who remember it.“ Continue reading

The Planter’s Feet

The warmth of the soil on a planters feet.
Between the toes, a perfect fit for my feet.

Hidden under the layers protected from the summer sun
For if they were above, I would need to run.

“From the soil, you have been made.
Spirit, soil, and water, a perfect fit for my hands to make.
A perfect fit, to tend that which you have been made from.”

Look! Up from the seed it comes, I guard it from things that crawl, bite and fly.
Some is for us, some is for beasts of the barn.
Some is put away to bless the seasons beyond.

“From the soil, I have made you.
With my Spirit, soil, and water, I design you for greater days.
Unseen are the things the crawl, bite and fly.
Some of you attend to me, some attend the barn
And some I hide away for those not yet born.”

Another World

Another World.

The thread bare plans of Earthly kings rise and fall like an unending sea.
Brewing, festering in the hands of a turbulent lot.

For there hands can not defile what the Lord has made clean.
Seeking no good they crave spilled blood.

But little does it matter to the Lord with the Tapestry of His hand.

Colored bright with the lives and light of his redeemed
He weaves them tight in His Tapestry to be seen. Continue reading