Hey American Christians, did you ever read in the Gospels that Jesus said many are called but few are chosen?

    I read the April 27 post at Radio Free Rulo and saw my letter to the editor from “Star Man”, all of which you can read by clicking on this link, https://freeradiorulo.substack.com/p/news-from-rulo-42e . 

    After thinking awhile, I submitted Star Man’s second submission to Free Radio Rulo:

Ahoy delightful Wonder Bread Truck!

We up here on the Mother Ship read your April 27 cosmic howler with tickled pink interest. However, we do have some curiosity about The Church of Dudo hangs out with The Road Warrior, who got religion, or maybe it got him, and he passionately hung himself on a cross for quite a while in Hollywood, after getting his braveheart self yanked apart by an English king’s horses in Hollywood. We watched those movies back home and we wondered how much of them were made up, and how much of them were for real?
One of our ancestors walked on your planet a couple of thousand of your Earth years ago, and he tried to help people in what is now called Palestine learn to live in a different way, and he got hung on a cross and hidden in a cave by friends of his, and our ancestral physicians patched him up with technology unfamiliar even now to people of Earth. After he wandered around India for a while, he was beamed back up, and he lived several hundred more Earth years watching how his efforts on Earth were turning out. 
As you can imagine, our ancestors were reluctant to set foot again on Earth, but they kept coming around in their spacecraft, which travel much faster than the speed of light, because they felt some responsibility for how it was going with their distant cousins. Our ancestors tried to influence Earth people with what you might liken to radio frequencies designed to affect neural pathways and bring about new ways of thinking and behaving. However, another space faring race came to Earth from a different star system, who were kinda like the Klingons in your Star Trek tales. They learned what our ancestors were up to and fired a few pulse cannon shots across our ancestors’ bows, and our ancestors made their ships shift dimensions so the other race could not detect them.
The other race took to tinkering with the people of Earth in ways somewhat reported by your author Whitley Strieber, and further mutations from the Pleiadean DNA occurred. What in your eastern traditions is called the yin was damaged with unfortunate consequences. Based on what you report from your Wonder Bread Truck, we feel we can say with some degree of certainty that the local politicians in Rulo seem determined to prove your Charles Darwin got it backwards: monkeys were intelligent and some of them devolved into humans.
But let us set that aside and look forward. Our scientists think what you are doing in that Wonder Bread Truck and the Church of Dudo creates vibrations your Nicholas Tesla might have appreciated. The vibrations can repair some of the damage done to your ancestral Pleiadean DNA, and we encourage you to keep on doing what you are doing. 
However, we hope your wife in Dubai will try to persuade America’s President Biden to allow the auto industry to use a device in the U.S. Patent Office, which can be installed in old and new cars and trucks. The device uses electrolysis to convert water into hydrogen fuel. A sedan equipped with that device  can go several hundred miles on a gallon of water. The oil industry will lose its glow, and your planet Earth will live a lot longer, and our distant cousins will live a lot longer, if a nuclear war can be avoided. Our ancestors discovered nuclear fusion eons ago and decided it was too dangerous to use.
As for us, for now, we are beaming frequencies to Earth, which we hope will help our distant cousins develop different perspectives that help them live differently. However, the other spacefaring race might counter our efforts, as they counted our ancestors’ efforts, but our technology has evolved. We cannot be seen or affected by the other space faring race, but we can see them, and maybe someday we might deal with them. if will help if you wife can persuade  President Biden to release to the general public all of America’s classified ET files. That  will change our distant cousins’ perspectives of just about everything :-).
We offer the poem below as an entry in your upcoming poetry slam.
Star Man over and out

Vexing Truth

Life is Poetry,

Poetry is Life,

There's no more to say,

but that would make God

a really dull boy,

now wouldn't it, Eve?

So, Eve, What say you?

After all,You have been,

still are,

blamed,for everything that went wrong

with hu - MAN - i - ty.

Well, do you really want to hear

what I gotta say?

Is this one of those

be careful what you ask for pregnancies?

Well, is it?

Probably, but say what you wish -

I s'pect you need to be heard.

Heard?

Funny you mention ears.

Yes, ears.

Such important receptacles.

Yet filled with concrete,

shit, propaganda, beliefs,certainties,

well, let's not leave out

SUPERSTITION and RELIGION,

now should we?

By the way,

where do ya suppose

God came from?

Or, out of?

And, why do ya s'pose

I made Eve

in my own IMAGE?’

'Cause Adam was

so bored and dull -

so ... predictable

He was BORING!!!

the shit outta me!!!

That's why.

Now

Shusssssh -

Don't go round quoting me

on any of that -

I've had quite enough of the religious right 

ta last me

the rest of forever!

    Back down on Planet Earth, someone liked something I had commented at Poetic Outlaws Substack newsletter and followed my Substack newsletter, so I subscribed to his Substack newsletter, The Periodical Compass. I read some of his posts.which covered a wide range of esoteric spiritual traditions, but it seemed he was rooted in esoteric Hindu tradition, and I wondered if he viewed this art of the Hindu Goddess Kali standing on Shiva to mean Kali doesn’t care for how men think?

    In the fall of 2002, a woman I was sweet on came to me in a dream and said, “Sloan, you married Kali!” I then was put through yet another season of looking hard at me in the mirror, I came to view the Hindu Goddess of destruction and rebirth sort of like a female version of Jesus in the Gospels.

    This morning, I noticed The Periodical Compass has a chat feature, and I opened it and read this below and thought the host is rooted in the esoteric Christian tradition, so told him a little about myself. 

Nicholas Morrissey 
What Deity did Jesus pray to?
Apr 18

Korey Fool 
Strike His Father. Who was his Mother?
👍

Joe 
His Daddy!

Nicholas Morrissey
Was his father an entity? or Formless?

Nicholas Morrissey
His mother was Mary :-)

Nicholas Morrissey 
Christ did not pray to a female God.

Tali 

As far as I know, it was his father, for his father is God.
👍

Nicholas Morrissey 
Another way of asking would be: Since so many, including myself pray to both God the Father, and Christ Jesus, His son - did Jesus also have a form to pray to? as we have him in form, and Formlessly.

Jim Ritchie
He left a prayer, but if God is his father and he is part of God, then he would have an interior dialogue, rather than a prayer. What do you think?

Help Everyone 
Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Updates From earth 

He understood the god hidden within us all, the most well-hidden truth to those who are not enlightened, he had masses of clues to the real nature of the Godhead, not the fearful man made nonsense used as a political truncheon.
❤️

Help Everyone 
The message was to help everyone. Everything after that - death, resurrection, whatever. The message was help. That's what he died for.

Betsy
Definitely Venus

Nicholas Morrissey 
Great answers!

Ashley 
Jesus doesn't pray. Jesus saves
👍

Help Everyone 
And takes half damage.

Nicholas Morrissey 
Jesus prayed constantly.

Nicholas Morrissey
 “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do”.

Nicholas Morrissey 
He also taught his disciples and therefore the rest of the world, ‘The Lord’s Prayer’.

Help Everyone
I was told “never stop learning.” I was told "never give up." I was told "share and be kind." I am only followin...   
Although sometimes the priests prey.

Maureen
The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit of God are one. Yeshua prayed to His Father. He, Yeshua, was born into the world a human, not with the power of God, but lived as a human. That was the point. Once He ascended into heaven He joined with His Father and will be the arbiter of judgment, an intercessor for His followers, and not for those who rejected Him. Those who have not seen the light will not be judged by it however no one is without sin which cannot enter into the presence of the Father. It is for this reason that while on the cross, He cried out “ my God, why have you forsaken me”. Once He bore the weight of the sins of man, His Father had had to withdraw from Him. It’s possible that man, unredeemed, would not survive being in the presence of God. When God passed before Moses, He covered Moses with his “hand” so that Moses would not die. Mary, the mother of Yeshua, is not an intercessor. She was surely blessed but also bore great sorrow. While she was a simple human, I’m sure the Father, the Son and the Spirit would take offense to crude or vulgar references to her. In fact crude and vulgar language is a sin. One I am guilty of and sometimes try to rein in with occasional success.

Help Everyone 
Good way to get everyone to block you.

Sloan Bashinsky
In Gethsemane, knowing what lay ahead, Jesus prayed, Luke 22:42, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine be done.” In that prayer, Jesus did not view himself as God. Nor in the Lord’s prayer, “Our Father who art in Heaven, Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,” did Jesus view himself as God. So, how did the early church make Jesus God? How did the early church make the Holy Spirit male, when in Jesus's tradition, the spirit of God was called Shekinah, gender female? In the Old Testament, Wisdom is assigned the female gender. How does an all male God reproduce, except by cloning itself? Is the all male Christian Trinity homosexual?
In March 2004, I was asked by the angel Michael in my sleep, “What do you think of the species?" I was having a really rough go at that time. Every day for some time, I was receiving caustic energy shocks in my body and soul, because I was not getting right what I was being asked to do, because I was operating from my male energy, when I needed to be operating from my female energy, my yin, my anima. I felt like I was being taken over by Lucifer. I woke up and said I did not like being asked that question,  but since I was asked, my answer is, the species has lost its creativity and is cloning itself spiritually and is devolving. Look at the mess I am, after all the help angels have given me. If what angels did for me is done for humanity, perhaps 500,000 individuals will survive it. Perhaps more kind to remove humanity from this planet and put it somewhere it has a better chance of moving forward, instead of backward. Later I reduced the number to 50,000 survivors. Later I reduced the number to 5,000. Later I reduced it to 500.
I subscribed to this platform recently and read several of your posts, Nicholas. This morning, I saw the chat option, and that’s how I got here. I wonder what your everyday life is like? I wonder how you engage the grist mill each day serves up? As I read Jesus in the Gospels, that was his way, and the way he taught in the Gospels. For him,  actions spoke louder, yet how many times have I heard Christians say, works cannot get anyone into heaven? Yet Jesus’s brother James said in his letter, not to ask him about his faith, but look to his works and see his faith there.
I’m a mystic. I never had a human spiritual teacher, although I have known many people who did have a human teacher. Once, a Sufi teacher tried to convince me that God had sent me to him to learn the way of the heart, and I asked the Sufi who was St. Francis of Assisi’s teacher? The Sufi said he did not know. I said St. Francis had no human teacher, he was captured by Jesus. In that moment, something not of this world came between the Sufi and me. I got gooseflesh, the hairs on my arms stood up, tears came to my eyes. The Sufi was was aware of what had joined us. I said, “You see?” I had been alerted beforehand that something interesting was going to happen and to stay on my toes.
In the Gospels Jesus told the men disciples that a student could not be greater than his teacher, but they could become like him, and even greater works than he did, they would do. He also told them that he taught the masses in parables, but in secret he taught them what wise  men and kings would give all they had to possess. What did he teach them in secret, which is not told in the Gospels? 
The disciples were still children when Jesus left them. After they received the Holy Spirit at :Pentecost, the seeds Jesus had planted in them were sprouted and the Holy Spirit grew them into men God could use. Now they were born again. And then their walk with God really began.
As Jesus had to do in the wilderness, and later, they had to deal with their demonic twin, which every person has. There was no quick salvation. It was a work in progress. To the extent they lived as Jesue lived and taught them to live, they were saved by him. His baptism was not in water, but was in fire and spirit, which is at the core of every spiritual tradition.

    In the Islam mystic Sufi tradition is a saying, “Let God kill him who himself does not know and yet presumes to show others the way to the door of His Kingdom."

    In Proverbs is a saying, "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding."

    In Matthew, Jesus says, “For many are called, but few are chosen.” 

    So, how did the early church get the notion that all someone had to do to be saved by Jesus was to believe he was the Son of God and he died on the cross for their sins?

    And, how did early church come up with the notion that only people saved by Jesus in that way died and went to heaven, and every one else died and went to hell forever?

    Could it be that such cheap salvation was a bit more attractive than the steep and narrow Jesus in Gospels lived and taught?

    Could it be that the easier it was to be saved by Jesus, the more saved people there were, and the more money they gave to the early church?

    I dunno, maybe In God’s eyes we are all homeless?

    One Sunday afternoon in 2001, I stood back toward the end of a long line waiting to be served a meal by Glad Tidings Tabernacle Church in Key West. One of the church members told us, if we were saved by Jesus, we would not be homeless. I said pretty loud, “What’s wrong with being homeless, Jesus was homeless!” I paused, said, “Every person in this line, except a Jewish man, has been saved several times by Jesus, and we are homeless.

    After being served my lunch, I went off alone under a tree and began eating. A young pastor named Mark walked over and asked me why had said Jesus was homeless? I asked Mark if he had read his Bible? He asked what did I mean? I said, in the Gospels, Jesus aid he was homeless. Mark asked where in the Gospels? I said, when a man told Jesus he wanted to follow him and Jesus said the foxes have their dens and the birds have their nests and he Son of Man has no place to lay his head. Mark said that didn’t mean Jesus was homeless. I said it certainly did mean that. Mark said Jesus could have stayed in his mother’s home. I asked Mark, where in the Gospels does it say Jesus ever stayed in his mother’s home?

sloanbashinsky@yahoo.com

Hey American Christians, when are we ever not in church?

    It’s Sunday, when I was taught the Devil would get me if I didn’t attend church by in God we trust on their money people who perhaps never wondered when was Jesus ever not in church?

    It’s Sunday, after I watched for a week on TV America’s most well known Bible salesman’s pecker on trial in a New York City courtroom,

and America's Roman Catholic president still helping Israel do this in Gaza and trying to start World War III in the Middle East.

    Sometimes I get into stuff because it interests me, sometimes because I’m bored, sometimes because I’m feeling mischievous, sometimes because something a heck of a lot bigger and smarter than me arranged it.

    Yesterday’s Greetings Christian America from the Melchizedek priesthood in which Jesus is high priest post was an example of something a heck of a lot bigger and smarter than me arranging it.

    As was my stumbling across Free Radio Rulo (Nebraska) and its Church of Dudo and Erik Rittenberry’s Poetic Outlaws newsletters, where raw truth, beauty, love, irony, irreverence and humor still breathe in an America gone batshit zombie apocalypse crazy.

    About two weeks ago, Free Radio Rulo beamed over:
 

Hey buddy! Would you try your hand at writing a fictitious

" letter to the editor"?  for next week's " NEWS FROM RULO".  It would make my day!

    I beamed back:

Ahoy, Wonder Bread truck free radio station Rulu, Nebraska...

I have to say, you are a cornhusker wonder to behold.

I do not say that lightly as a long-time Alabama Crimson Tide fan.

I say it as someone who has shot off his mouth and pen for a very long time, disturbing the self-deemed precious. STATUS QUO.

The HEAD UP WHERE THE SUN NEVER SHINES religion, or should I say, cult?

The POLITICOS and the RELIGIOUS, who FEATHER their and their friends and families' NESTS.

And their LAWYERS' nests.

I am a lawyer, by the way. Or was one. Well, it's probably terminal, like Ebola. But IT takes much longer.

In my past I ran ten times for local public office, claiming God told me to run, if I knew what was good for me.

I detested politics, but I was dragooned in a dream to roll up my sleeves and dive into that raunchy sewer. So, I dove.

I never came close to winning, so I didn’t have to ask for a recount.

I always was the minority report, out of the box, the pissant, some might say.

But, my goodness, it actually was some fun, when I wasn’t moaning about it.

I named my good morning blogs in salute to the VERY SUBVERSIVE “Good Morning Vietnam”, may Robin Williams, the Vietnam war dead and those blogs all rest in peace.

It was many years after that war that I considered JFK, RFK, MLK and Malcom X all got shot dead after they came out against America at war in Vietnam.

I had a pretty big reader following at my blogs.

I spoke hundreds of times at city and county commission meetings, school board and other local government meetings.

I got quoted in local newspapers, one of which likened me to Don Quixote in an editorial cartoon.

I got interviewed by local radio and TV stations.

I gave real estate developers and their lawyers and their captiured city and county commissioners hell, and then some.

But dang, I never dreamed of having my own Wonder Bread truck radio station.

I don’t now recall how I stumbled across you and instantly recognized a fellow kamikaze pilot, balls to the wall, no sacred cow left un-poked, skewered, drone-missiled.

And to beat all, you are a POET!

The SCANDAL!

Once upon a time, when I lived in Boulder, Colorado, I met a woman disc jockey in Salt Lake City, who had her own morning call in show. She interviewed me several times by telephone, and the Christians and the Momons in Salt Lake lit up the station’s phones.

One day we were to entertain the Salt Lake fooks, she called around breakfast to ask if I had heard what was on the news and did I want to still do the interview? 

The news was the federal assault of the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas.

I said, of course. Just tell your audience ahead of time that you will be interviewing the Devil in Waco.

She laughed.

She did the promo, and oh my God, the station’s phone lines started lighting up after she asked me who I was, and I said, The Devil, and where I was, and I said, In Waco, Texas, and why was I there, and I said, to see how people make my work so easy for me that I mostly hang out on Maui staring at half naked beautiful women on beaches.

I dunno. It just now occurs to me that maybe that was my first plunge into national politics, or any kind of politics.

Now, I have to tell you this.

Back when I wuz running for local office, you could shoot off your mouth about politics and religion without worrying much about somebody shooting you. But as you have observed, times have really changed, and while I keep shooting off my mouth here and there, it won’t surprise me to walk outside some day and look down to see red laser dots on my chest.

So, while I hope you keep on poking the places that deserve poking, this 81+ grandfossil the Smithsonian is still trying to recapture, after it let me out for a walk one day and I snuck behind a bush and gnawed off the hind foot with the tracker on it and grew another hind foot and hightailed it, also hopes you have plenty of Kevlar and a band of battle angels backing you up, who truly appreciate fools who rush in where angels fear to tread, but if there were no fools, who’d lead the angels?

    That one didn’t get published out of the Wonder Bread truck, but after further discussion with Free Radio Rulo, I beamed this below over and it was published yesterday, along with other wonders to behold you can enjoy by clicking this link: https://freeradiorulo.substack.com/p/news-from-rulo-42e

Letters to the Editor 

Greetings Free Radio Rulo and the Church of Dudo!  

I’m a member of an advanced special forces team from the Pleiades, investigating how our original seeding here of humans ended up going the way it went? What seemed so perfect for a new colony turned out so unexpected that it caused our scientists back home to wonder if our frozen embryos, after hatching on Earth, were tampered by a different not so happy alien race somewhat like the Kingons in the Star Trek tales. For how humanity turned out was nothing like anything the Seven Sisters races had imagined in our wildest dreams! Our mission here, perhaps impossible, is to try to find out what actually happened and then try do something about it, because the Pleiades races know for a fact that what some Earthlings call karma, we Pleiadeans don’t want to visit our home planets because of something we set in motion and perhaps should have stuck around longer to make sure it got off to a good start.  Perhaps if we can figure out what went wrong, we can repair it somewhat. We searched for Earthlings to help us in our investigation, and we did find a few here and there who somehow seemed to have dodged the brunt of the damage most of our distant cousins on Earth now experience, and one of those places we found is your Free Radio Rulu and its Church of Dudo. We hope you will grant us an audience and allow us to use your facilities and technology, perhaps augmented somewhat by our technology, to broadcast our frequencies, which your scientists confuse with various space noises, and also our messages in your English language, which seems to be the main language on Earth today, although the way things are going, that may change in time. So, what do you say? Do you want to join us? It won’t cost you any what you call money, and who knows how it might go? We certainly don’t have what Earthlings sometimes call a crystal ball. You can call me Star Man, if you like, since my Pleadean name is unpronounceable in any modern human language, and you might wish to watch, if you did not yet do so, the South American film “Man Facing Southeast”.

    This happened yesterday at Eric Rittenberry’s place.

Anaïs Nin: Some Never Awaken
POETIC OUTLAWS
APR 27
 
You live like this, sheltered, in a
delicate world, and you believe 
you are living. 

Then you read a book… 
or you take a trip… 
and you discover that you 
are not living, that you 
are hibernating. 

The symptoms of hibernating are 
easily detectable: first, restlessness. 
The second symptom (when hibernating 
becomes dangerous and might 
degenerate into death): absence 
of pleasure. 

That is all. 

It appears like an innocuous illness. 
Monotony, boredom, death. 
Millions live like this (or die like this) 
without knowing it. 
They work in offices. 
They drive a car. 
They picnic with their families. 
They raise children. 
And then some shock treatment 
takes place, a person, a book, a song, 
and it awakens them and saves them 
from death.

Some never awaken.

Sloan Bashinsky
poignant-
getting married, 
birthing a child and having it die at seven weeks,
birthing two more children
and raising them,
or trying to,
watching them grow from nursing and shitting their cotton diapers
I washed out in a toilet,
watching them learn to walk and fall down and walk, and talk,
watching how curious and full of energy they were,
watching their mother and I grow apart, 
watching me not being the father my children needed,
watching my life go to hell,
watching my children have their own struggles,
some their doing,
some because I was not the father they needed.
watching me get married 7 more times,
each wife remarkable,
each wife woke something up in me I did not know was there,
they enriched my life,
I hope the same for them,
since i was not easy to live with,
nor was it easy for me to live with me,
how empty and I suppose boring my life would have been,
but for those women and the three children,
the one who died suddenly
so unhinged me
that I was never thereafter able to fit into the molds and plans
made for me by my ancestors and me,
he broke my heart and set me on my journey,
a dozen different lives in one lifetime,
I did leave the old, many times,
and start anew,
in places where I knew no one,
but now I’m back where I started, 
my hometown, 
a blue southern city surrounded by MAGA counties,
the local churches seem right where they were when left
and came to wonder when I ever was not in church?
Most people I once knew here 
seem where they were when I left the first time in 1986,
I have lived in this same old apartment building three times
after I stopped running away from home,
It was all-white, then it was somewhat integrated, now international,
the Internet makes it a lot easier to run away for a spell,
but everywhere I go,
there I am,
can’t run away from me,
nor from many, many memories,
waiting for the Lord to take me, 
hopefully before I am in assisted living 
or a nursing home 
or nut house,
I crawl out of bed each morning
and engage what gets on my plate today,
chop wood, carry water, I suppose

    This happened yesterday at religiousforums.com:

How Much Do You Doubt God's Existence?
Nakosis 
Non-Binary Physicalist
Premium Member

Is there any room in your belief to doubt God exists?
Or do you believe in God with 100% certainty?

If you're agnostic does that mean you believe there is a 50% chance God exists and a 50% chance he doesn't?

If you don't believe in God or gods are you 100% certain there is no God(s)? 90%, 70%? 

If you believe in more than one God are there some gods you don't believe in? How certain that these gods you don't believe in don't exist?

What do you base this percentage of non-belief on?

Redneck Mystic said: 

I know for a fact that God exists by any name people might use, and angels and demons, too, and ETs, as well. But I would be nuts if I thought I could prove it to anyone else. I tell atheists, if there was no God, that topic would never come up. I tell Christians, to the extent they live as Jesus lived and taught in the Gospels, they are saved by him. I tell Christians God doesn’t care if someone believes in God or not. What interests God is how people live and relate to other people and the planet.

I wrote about my heaven and earth experiences many times at blogs I published, and now there are around a dozen of my digitized books at the free internet library, archive.org, which is funded and run by colleges in America, and thanks to technology, that library's books can be read in English and about 33 other languages.
Three of my books at the libary are novels, which are not entirely all made up, and for grown ups, and the rest of my books there are not made up at all, and for grown ups, but some parts might be viewed by some people as stranger than fiction.
Enter Sloan Bashinsky into the search space and icon links for my books come up, which can be opened and read by clicking on the icon, Free reads, no ads, no soliciting.

Nakosis 

I believe what you experienced was 100% real but not necessarily reality.

Redneck Mystic

Belief is just that, belief. If you lived in my skin, you would know what I experienced regarding God, angels, demons, ETs was and continues to be as real as hitting your thumb with a hammer is real. 

 

sloanbashinsky@yahoo.com

Greetings Christian America from the Melchizedek priesthood in which Jesus is high priest

                         

    Yesterday evening, I talked with my friend Bob on the telephone about watching an episode of The Vikings on Netflix, in which a young boy was killed by marauders and my heart started heaving and I felt the presence of my son who died of crib death in the the 7th week of his life, which so unhinged me that I was never able to fit myself in to the plans my parents and their parents and I had made for me, and I went off and had an entirely different life about which I wrote many books, which are free reads at the internet library, archive.org, thanks to Bob.

    I had told Bob of sometimes feeling that metaphysical experiences with my son actually were experiences with what I was raised to call the son of God, Jesus in the Gospels. 

    Yesterday evening was pretty topsy turvy, and I was not feeling well, and around 8 pm I laid down on my bed wondering if, given my experience while watching The Vikings, my time was up?

    Around 3 a.m. this morning, I woke up and texted Bob:

Fell asleep on my bed around 8 p.m., wondering if my time was up? I awoke around 3 a.m. out of a dream in which I was the new police chief in some town on or near the Florida Gulf coast. I told a woman I was a lawyer, who didn’t charge money. 

I’m wondering what that’s about? My novel Heavy Wait: A Strange Tale is set in Birmingham, Port. St. Joe, Apalachicola, and St. George Island. I wrote it  in 2001 in the Helen, Georgia library on one of their desktop computers in 2001. After I was done writing it, I met my Helen, Georgia friend JE while I was hitchhiking. He loved the tale. He was on St. George Island recently.  

    Heavy Wait is about a Birmingham lawyer named Riley Strange and two very different women, who look like twin sisters. They have some seriously intense experiences with God, and with church people, who think they know everything there is to know about God.

    After texting Bob, I crawled out of bed and looked at my email and saw:

PERSONALITY DISORDERED followed you on Substack

I was brought back to life. Not by medical miracle nor my own strength. Isaiah 40:31 - but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

    I went to her substack and found at the top:

Have you been called by the Holy Spirit lately?

PERSONALITY DISORDERED

APR 2

I feel I’ve been called by the Holy Spirit to come back to Christ. I answered that call in a heartbeat. 

Has anyone else noticed a supernatural shift lately?

PERSONALITY DISORDEREDApr 2

Regrettably, all my life was lived as a lukewarm Christian. It was only recently I discovered biblical seminars on YouTube. Primarily Bible study focused. I never understood the parables in the Bible until I started watching these. It was as if everything just clicked and suddenly, as a revelation on its own I grasped it! 
Likened to an automatic download, the information was infused into my body, heart, soul and spirit. Since I don’t have a church to go to as of yet, I continue to use audiobooks about the word of God, Jesus’ life before/during his teachings and the Gospels of John, Paul (all the apostles).
I truly feel throughout my life, there were so many times I was being called by the Lord and Holy Spirit but I didn’t recognise it.
After sustaining a life changing spinal injury, it took away my sanity too. For the mind is susceptible to deception, especially in times of conflict/crisis. I allowed anger, grief and frustration to take hold of me. In the destitute state I fell into there was no room for faith in our Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit to dwell upon me. The cadaverous influence that entered my life was malevolent and most certainly contributed to a multitude of strongholds which consumed any hope for my future. Then a miracle came.
Through repentance and prayer, I sought forgiveness for all of my transgressions and sins. I surrendered and submitted my body, heart, soul, mind and spirit to God.
As if was being prepared for this amazing spiritual awakening seven years ago (which is quite prophetic in itself), I finally removed myself from a violent, abusive relationship that plagued me for five years. I also abstained from all fornication, alcohol, drugs and completely cut out all negative, demonic influence from my life. 
So seven years on, I feel emphatically that it’s so important It share my testimony. My journey on here began before I was called upon by the most merciful and loving God.
In keeping with sharing my journey living alongside mental illness, that facet of this publication won’t change. In addition going forward, I’ll be including the spiritual transformations in my life. 
For the first time my spirit is fired up for the Lord. The truth is the minute I was reminded of the word, I came out of the enemy’s strategy of deception and was supernaturally guided back to scripture. 
These days I have a completely new perspective of life. I am blessed, highly spirited, motivated and inspired to share how the unconditional love and forgiveness of our Lord and Saviour can truly transform your life too! 

For many years searching for answers, the Genesis of my pain. Through the Trinitarian guidance I’ve received, I realise the answer was right in front of my face all along. I’m beginning a new journey, and this time I have an advantage. I have the armour of God. 

    I figured that was what my dream was about, and I subscribed to her newsletter and took a while replying to her post.

Sloan Bashinsky
Interesting. In my spirit code, 7 is the mark of God on a person or an event. Paul went through an intense time of preparation before he was sent back into the world. Peter, also. Other of the 12 known men disciples, as well. The women disciples, well, that’s not talked about much in Christendom :-). I’ll get to that in a bit. 
I am pretty sure I dreamed about you about an hour ago, and I woke up thinking the dream might be about my novel Heavy Wait: A Strange Tale, not for the faint of heart, a free read at the free internet library, archive.org. The redneck heroine in that tale had some really awful experiences in her backwoods Christian family, including being raped repeatedly by one of her brothers and being make out to be crazy by her family, after she started talking about it, and she got locked up and fortunately the psychiatrist didn’t believe her family entirely. But she needed a great deal more help than the psychiatrist could provide, and that’s where the hero came into the story, after his heart had been ripped out of him and run though a wood chipper by the love his his life suddenly dying and he had his own time with a psychiatrist in a facility, who figured out there was something a lot bigger than psychiatry going on with his patient. 

Heavy Wait fell out of me in about 6 weeks on a public library computer in Helen, Georgia. I was homeless, and the library let me use one of its desktops to write the tale, which very definitely is not for the faint of heart, and was not entirely all made up. The Preface tells how I was led by the Spirit to write the tale. 
Last year, I wrote Heavy Wait’s sequel, Return of the Strange. Also not for the faint of heart.
Both novels are free reads at the free internet library, archive.org, which is run and funded by American colleges. You might be asked if you are sure you want to open that website, which is used by people all over the world to read out of print books and books by authors who offer their books for free.The free library’s digitized books can be read in at least 33 languages, including English.
To bring up my dozen or so books, enter Sloan Bashinsky in the search space and press Enter, and icon links for the books come up and clicking on their icon opens  them. My books are averaging about 10,000 complete reads, per book, per month. 
My books at archive.org, and my Susttaack writings, and my blogs, granffossil.blogspot.com, redneckmysticlawyerforpresident,.blogspot.com, and afoolsworkneverends.blogspot,com, are for grown ups. 

I tell Christians, to the extent they live as Jesus in the Gospels lived, they are saved by him, and they should not forget he said in the Gospels, many are called, but few are chosen, and they should not forget  he did not baptize in water, but in fire and spirit he baptized, and that was the baptism he lived in the Gospels, and how people live is far more important than what they say and believe.
I wrote to you elsewhere that I was grabbed by Jesus and Michael in early 1987, after I had figured out that church Christianity and the New Age and moving out west had not helped me, and I was desperate and prayed to God to help me and offered my life to human service. 

How those two grabbed me was, they woke me up in the wee hours and I saw them hovering above me in the darkness, but did not know who they were, but I  thought they were angels, white, shaped like shifts, no wings that I saw, and I heard, “This will push you to your limits, but you asked for it, and we are going to give it to you,"  and I saw a white flash and was physically and otherwise jolted by something electrical, and that happened two more times, and I was sweating and shaking in my body, and the two faded out, and that was how it started.
The changes came slowly at first. I was moved to another city, met a new woman, and had a vision about writing a book about practicing law in a new way, and I tried to write the book and wrote garbage many times, but eventually stuff happened and I actually did start writing the book, and the two used that process and various editors I was provided to force me to take many long hard looks at myself in the mirror, and one fearless and searching moral personal inventory after another became the core of the discipline, still in progress at 81 years and climbing. 
I experienced many wondrous things, a number of what sure looked like miracles to me. I was ever aware of the two’s presence, via dreams, revelations, ah has, body and sensory sensations, some were brutal- corrections, spankings, redirections, etc. Eventually, the two were joined by what I called Rosa Myytca. Then came Melchizedek, and then Kali, in the Hindu tradition. I learned Kali really doesn’t care for how men think.
I was told it is very easy to mistake Lucifer for the Holy Spirit, and I was given many experiences to show me why that was true, inside of me and outside of me, in other people, in the world’s goings on. Every person has a demonic twin, and coming to terms with that is part of the journey. Jesus wrestled with his demonic twin in the wilderness and thereafter, but that is not discussed in churches, where the Devil is pleased to hide in plain view, but is notseen usually.
I was sent into churches and various other situations, and then into politics. I came to view everywhere I was, I was in church, which is how it was for Jesus in the Gospels, and for Paul, and Peter, and for other disciples known in the Gospels and not known there. A number of disciples were women, the most prominent was Mary Magdalene, Jesus’s wife, mother of his child, but you’ll never get Christendom to acknowledge that. Every person in Christendom should read the book, Holy Blood, Holy Grail, which is about their child and its bloodline. 

In 1992, as I recall, this came to me from very far away, very slowly.

Melchizedek

Melchizedek is an Order of angel 

Melchizedek comes to a planet in trouble to prepare it to receive the Christ

Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek

Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek

In 1999, I was told to read the Letter to the Hebrews, which generally is viewed as being written by an unknown author. I was told Magdalene wrote it, and she did not put her name on it, because it was known that no man would read anything a woman said or wrote about God, Jesus, etc. Hebrews was written to Jews who had accepted Christ, but had fallen back to their old ways, because the discipline was so rugged. They were told they should be teaching, they should be eating meat, but they were still drinking milk. They were urged to return to the cleansing of the Lord, which I was experiencing in spades at that point of time in my life, and it was awful, and it was completely beyond the ken of psychiatry, medicine and church Christianity. Hebrews is about being turned into a priest after the Order Melchizedek forever, in which Order Jesus is high priest. That priesthood is recognized in the Catholic, Episcopal, Lutheran and Mormon sects, but is not really understood by anyone in those sects, who does not experience the training. Women are just as welcome as men in that training, which is about dying and becoming someone else entirely.

In Judaism, the Spirit of God is called Shekinah, female gender. Christendom made the Holy Spirit male. In the Old Testament, Wisdom is assigned the female gender. In the Old Testament is said, fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. The Star of David is the universal symbol of the Melchizedek Order. Jesus was a Jew. Jewish men in that day had a solemn duty to God, to marry and make children. There is nothing in Paul’s letters about him being married or having children. He preached men were above women in relationship to Christ. He preached celibacy. His thorn in the flesh was he was gay, and every woman around him knew it. 

Judas, who also was of the Order Melchizedek, did precisely what Jesus asked him to do. If Judas had not killed himself, he would have taken over where Jesus left off, and we might never have heard of Paul, whom Christendom quotes far more than it quotes Jesus, in my experience, because Paul is a bit easier to swallow and digest? Judas was not in favor of making miracles, because he felt they distracted from the steep and narrow Jesus was teaching. Today, Christendom has a fast miracle salvation formula, which is not the steep and narrow formula Jesus lived and taught in the Gospels.  

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