Behold, Cometh The Great & Terrible Day of the Lord

My Story… 



I graduated college with a bachelor’s of science in Electrical Engineering 2002, Santa Clara University in the Silicon Valley.  I remember the day the towers fell, end of summer 2001, I woke to my room mate screaming that World War III had just begun.  Just before I graduated, 20,000 electrical engineers were laid off, their jobs outsourced to India.

I decided I wanted to go into the military, I was set on becoming a Green Beret. I grew up making weapons and blowing things up, shooting lots guns, hunting, and lots of fighting.  In the beginning, I was the bullies victim, but in the end, I became the defender of the weak, sometimes I thought of myself as the bully’s bully.

I had become very good at social engineering, accomplishing goals, and knew how to achieve objectives.  My mom cried over and over that I was going to die in the middle east, as so many were.  I just wanted to do something exciting and I was willing to settle for other objectives since she was so against it, my parents had just spent a lot of money on me, I felt bad that I was not going to make use of it.  So I made a deal with her, I would move to Phoenix, Az and become a bounty hunter/private detective, and surprisingly, she agreed.

Phoenix, Arizona was not what I expected, it is truly a city of sin, I found myself emersed in it, living a life of grey, as we were doing questionable things justified by them being done to bad people.  When bounty hunting hunting started to hurt the wallet, and private eye jobs were sparse, I took a job with a friend who was working at the largest gentlemen’s club in the state, Christies Cabaret, they ran anywhere from 40 to 60 girls a night.  My nickname was “The Rake,” also, “The Golden Goose,” it was my job to introduce the women to the ‘client(s), to find out what the client (man or women) wanted.  

I found that I was very good at this (social engineering), I could speak very quickly without pause, and learned how to trap someone in a trance with eye contact, fluid speech, and clever tac, still today family says that I trap people, I can stop someone customer as they exit a Plaid Pantry or a Grocery Store, ask them if “they had heard,” and then I can hold them there for fifty minutes as I explain to them how the forces of evil have made us slaves.  

It did not matter what mood the person was in, or whether they did not want to be bothered, I could walk up to them, engage them, find out what kind of girl the man or women wanted or if they did not know, I would find out what features and attributes they enjoyed.  After two years, I found myself deep down a rabbit hole, deeper and deeper down, and into the den of iniquity, immersed in sin, surrounded by criminals; coyotes (human smugglers), gangsters, drug smugglers, murderers, biker gangs, pimps, job men, sex industry professionals, movie making professionals, and i reached a point where I all I saw was an evil world, and I felt evil for being part and privy to it.

I moved apartments, relocating from south Phoenix to the north, where I met a guru bum, David Browning, he was a retired documentary film maker turned spiritual bum, our friendship kicked off because he had actually directed and produced my favorite documentary as a kid, something called like, “The Search For The Lost City of Atlantis,” and it was about the Bimini Road, off the coast of the caribean island in Bimini.  

David, would meditate during the day, drink a six pack at night, never work, and I could tell he was sad.  After knowing him a while, I found out why he was sad.  He had these great spiritual experiences, interfacing with the Creator and Ascended Spiritual Masters, but he felt helpless to change the world or his own situation.  So one night I asked him to teach me how to meditate, I had never done it.  

He gave me some incense called “Aloe’s Wood” which changes the brain frequencies to a heightened state, and he taught me a breathing exercise, kinda like snoring, without flapping the back of the nasal/throat, it sounds like a dragging breath, in through the nose out through the nose, each breath deeper and deeper until you have expanded and are using your entire lungs, ya let yer big belly loose and expanded on in breath, tighten the belly on the out breath.  By doing this “silent snoring breath” you can make air traverse through the upper sinus instead of the lower sinus (normal nasal breathing), thus bringing more oxygen to the frontal lobe, and the ‘third eye.’  I had already studied “no mind,” read books like, “The Power of Now,” and it’d been very easy for me to obtain a state of no mind for a long time.

He gave me a CD of Tibetan monks chanting.  The final thing i did before i started as I lay down to sleep that night, I committed myself wholly to the act of meditating that evening, and I said it out aloud, I then welcomed all entities, spirits, and the creator all whom having loving intentions, I asked them to surround me with a white light of love to keep away any spirits or entities with negative intentions, lit the incense, played the disk of Tibetan monks chanting, laid down with the lights off, stared at the stucco plaster on the ceiling with my eyes open and began breathing, adding in a mantra that David had given me, “Om Mani Padme Hum“ 

Not more than twenty minutes past with a state of no mind, breath tech, and the ceiling then began filling with stars, dim at first then brighter onwards, swirling, washing about, like waves in a maelstrom, they were vastly greater in number than the stars in the heavens, infinite at times, so infinite that their dense clusters formed purple masses of what appeared as clouds of gases, which grew, then shrunk, and grew again, with the tipped edges becoming orange and yellow, it looked as though giant balls of gas were ignited, exploding, shrinking again, repeating, over and over.

Then I looked into the purple burning flame and saw once again that it was comprised of millions of stars densely rushing about.  One of the stars came towards me, a point of light growing and taking form, until as it came down to me from the ceiling, it became recognizeable, not of something i’d seen before, but something I instantly recognized as having the features of a face.  There was no outline to this face, just the eyes, brows, an nose, they were so distinct, the eyes so filled with knowledge, i was overtaken as I looked into those eyes, I completely forgot the existence of my own being.

The face vanished into the sea of burning gas, and behold, I saw a new form, to distant to make out at first, but at is came closer, I could tell that it was a bird, with wings flapping, and in its mouth there was something, I could not yet see, as it came closer I was again overtaken with the magnitude of what had uplifted me, for there above me, was a dove flying, with an olive branch in its mouth.  The bird vanished into the burning flame and it was not more than a second before I saw another form drift closer.

Same as before, I could not make it out at first, but as it lowered down to me from the burning flame, I saw a pair of lips, they looked like human lips, as though someone had kissed a pane of glass with lipstick on, they drifted down to me from the burning flame, I was completely overtaken, “how in the world could this mystery have been concealed from the world, that we should be able to commune with the almighty and his agents any time we wanted all our lives, blind, asleep,” I instantly thought.  The lips came down to me above my forehead and for what I could only describe as having been kissed by the Great Infinite Creator, energy the likes I had never known nor have never known again, fired from the top of my head and shot through my entire body to every extremely, finally exiting through my feet and toes.  I now wish that I had stayed there longer with the creator, but in my moment of weakness and fear of the magnificent, I leaped from my laid down position, as doing so, the burning flame instantly disapeared, but to my amazement as I stood on my bed and slowly spun around 360, the stars were everywhere, every wall, rushing around my entire apartment.

I picked up the phone and called David Browning, the spiritual bum who looks just like “The Dude” from “The Big Labowski.”  He lived just up the stairs from me, up one flight, on the opposite side of the stairwell.  “Can you come down here, door’s unlocked,” i said, “I don’t want to leave my apartment,” the infinite points of light racing and washing across the dark surfaces of my abode, I simply was not ready to part with them.  He opened the door and found me sitting on my bed, looking at the walls as though there was a movie playing across them.  
“Yeah man, far out, yer there!” he said.  He just knew from looking at me.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, “How could this have been hidden from me my entire life, how could everyone in the world be kept slave from this?”

“Lots of people, know,” said David.  “But most just can’t open themselves up to more than what they see just beyond their nose,” he added.

I began telling him the series of events that I had been witness too.  He got super really excited, told me I had to come up to his apartment, I’d never been, so I agreed.  His apartment was beautiful tapestry covered walls, what looked like a large prayer mat on the floor, beautiful psychadelic art and a very neat apartment.  He turned on his computer, took a moment to boot up, and behold, there, on his desktop of his computer, was the face!  The eyes, brows, and nose, that I had seen.  

“Where did you get that drawing,” I asked?

“That’s not a drawing,” he replied, “I took that picture of a stained glass window in a temple in India, it is called “The Eyes of Buddha.”

This is remarkable quite close to what I saw:

Next, David opened a program on his desktop, “Illustrator,” and proceeded to open past computer drawings he had made, a series of reliefs depicting his own personal experience.  The first relief showed a vortex of swirling stars, the second relief showed the beginning of a small cloud of purple gas, the next showed the purple gas larger, then with burning orange tips, then with orange and yellow tips, then the next relief showed a star approaching, it then became “the eyes of buddha.”  He had it all, everything I had experienced, was there drawn in a series of about a dozen reliefs, the only thing he was missing from my experience was the dove (olive branch) and the lips.  I was absolutely blown away.  This was the darkest time in my life I had ever known, I was consorting with criminals on a daily basis, learning their crafts, with plans to memorialize their crafts in written works I had begun, most notibly movie screen plays.

The change in my life was fast.  Within a couple weeks I was all packed and moving home to Oregon.  From that time and experience, I have known that the finger of God was moving my life like a piece on a chess board.  As soon as I got home, I met my future wife, and was approached at a local Portland pizza bar, while writing in my journal, by an old greek man in his mid 60′s.

I had been working on this screen play for quite some time, the CIA’s involvement in smuggling drugs, most noteably cocaine, from Pablo Escobar, during Iran Contra, the Cold War, Regan, Bush Senior, and Oliver North in the V.P.’s office and the assassination of drug kingpen smuggler Barry Seal.  I had been using the Internet for my research, had even contacted some NGO’s for more details.  I had been noticed.

So up walks this Greek guy, and he asks me, “So what ya writing.”  
And I told him.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said.
“Why’s that,” I responded like a smart ass.
“Because I’m the guy who their gonna call to get rid of you, and it won’t be any sweat of my back, you’ll just disappear,” he said, with a stone cold stare like I was a spec of dust that he could just flick away.
“Bullshit,” I said very doubtingly.
“We used to keep it in my dad’s garage,” he so recalled matter of fact.
“Keep what?” i asked.
“The Cocaine!” he blurted out, heads turned from around the bar.
“Bullshit again,” i said.
“Okay” he said.

I knew from my research that the cocaine loads from Pablo Escobar were always a 1000kilos, that way the narco king pen trafficker would know if anyone had reached into his cookie jar.
“How many kilos per load,” I blurted out, I knew he was full of shit, I was being cocky about it.
“I don’t know it in kilos,” he responded.  “There were always 13 duffle bags though,” and I had to weigh each one to make sure that they were correct, other wise it would have been my ass,” he added again.

He kind of looked up at the ceiling and then looked down blankly staring at the floor, he even made a gesture like he was picking something heavy up and setting it on a scale.

“169.231 pounds as he looked up from the floor to lock stare me in the eyes.”
I whipped out my phone and started calculating, 13 dufflebags multiplied by 169.231, divided by 2.2 lbs/kilo, I looked up from my phone, stared into eyes, his grin was semi malicious.  My calculator on my phone read, “1000.00 (that would be in kilos).

“Holy shit, yer telling the truth,” I was dumbfounded.

“Yep,” it was my job to pick up the product from Joint Base Fort Lewis McChord Air Force Base.”

The next week I was working for him, running a trailer/truck rental business, making a mere $150 per week, but business was always slow, so I spent 14 to 16 hours a day with this man for seven years, he became my teacher, I on the other hand became his apt pupil.  He was one of 999 children chosen by Third Grade to become part of the American Civil Defense, a response to the Communist Soviet Union’s kidnapping 25,000 orphans after WWII (polish, french, british, everywhere the war made orphans, everywhere the soviets went, they picked them up, and took them home to the soviet mother land.  No one looks for orphans, this is very relevant to today, the way the Deep State still does it, MK Ultra, Jason Born, Angolina Jolie in the movie, “Salt,” type stuff, I shit you not.  The soviets turned these orphans into assassins, clandestine agents, sleeper cells, Manchurian candidates, and all sorts of evil vile creations.  Like I said, No One Looks For Orphans.

So while most kids would get on the Berry Bus to go and pick fruit and berries in the farmers fields, by the third grade my teacher was taking a different bus headed to the military bases to fire artillery, mortars, rockets, and machine guns.  For the purpose of this article, I will identify my teacher as, “The Greek.”  The first time we were ever pulled over by a police officer while “The Greek” was driving, the officer had the volume up on his radio, and the cop turned absolutely white in the face when the dispatcher read over the radio what had popped up on the dispatchers computer after running “The Greek’s” driver’s license.

“Are you back at your car?” asked the dispatcher.
“Go ahead,” the police officer responded, even though he bent over looking in the car, and looking us right in the faces.
“May have surface to air missiles, grenades, fully automatic machine guns, ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROVOKE!  I say again, absolutely do not provoke!”

The officer turned white, “The Greek” smiled at him evilly, as the police officer slowly slid his hand from the center of his belt to his side.  The officer saw a large hand-held crank flashlight sitting on the dash and said, what’s that!”
“That is a hand held cutting laser,” The Greek responded, “Want to play with it?”
“No I certainly do not,” replied the officer.  
“The officer then noticed that there were shotguns sitting in the back seat.  The officer asked what they were for?
“We’re going hunting,” replied The Greek.
“For business or pleasure,” the officer stammered.
“Little of both,” as The Greek again smiled at him showing lots of teeth.
“Can I see your hunting licenses?” asked the officer.
“Sure,” replied The Greek.  We both handed them over.
“What in the hell,” said the officer, “I’ve never seen a hunting license like that.
“And you probably never will again,” replied the Greek.
The Greek’s hunting license identification number was all zeros followed by a two digit number at the end, cannot remember what it was now, but I think it was 36.  That is because the hunting licenses started at the point of time when the American Civil Defense group began, and the children that finished the program and whom were selected after “The Trials,” received the first 999 identification numbers.  If you ever meet one of these trained assassins aka CIA problem solvers (they would all be in their late 60′s, early 70′s now, their hunting licenses are all zero’s followed by their actual identification number our of the 999 children, the 1000 member was the General who oversaw the program.

“Are you still there?” the dispatcher asked the officer.”
“Yea, I’m here,” the officer replied.
“This guy’s sheet just straight scrolls forever,” we are sending back up,” said the dispatcher.

The officer said, “Give me a minute, I’ll be right back.”
The officer returned to his car and was there for a very long time.
Cop cars came from multiple directions, their lights blaring, everyone wanted to get a good look at the governments weapon of mass destruction.  How could one man do so much damage?  It is because The Greek was trained to be a broadsword, compared to the precision striking “foils (type of sword used for precision wounding/striking)” whereas a broadsword leaves nothing but a heap of smoldering ash in his wake.

I spent seven years with this man, The Greek, he would like to think that he taught me everything he knew, but I know there was probably quite a few things he held back.  For instance, he would never tell me where the mini nukes were hidden in the NW.  The Cabal hid nukes in every major city, allegedly for protection against a communist invasion (Red Dawn), but the true reality is that they were placed in old buildings, underneath cities in hidden restricted accessed places, their true purpose was for the destruction of a city or the world, should the Cabal ever lose their foothold.  Welcome to the Desert of the Real, in the words of Morpheus in the movie The Matrix.

Over the seven years, I went from being his paid contractor, to being his business partner, as my wife and I both worked closely with the Greek.  But before that happened, The Greek continued my education in precious metals, mining, prospecting, and refining.  When The Greek was about 15 years old, he met two old timers who’d survived World War II, they taught him everything they knew, they were the most successful gold miners in the western half of America.  They owned over 60 properties in 4 states, each property paid for by the adjacent gold mine in less than 5 years time from the point at which they purchased the property, that was their formula, they would not step outside of it, the used precision assaying methods to assess each deposit, if it would not pay in 5 years, they would not acquire it.

Eventually I got so tired of working the truck/trailer rentals and making hardly any money, The Greek encouraged me to go to the local precious metals refinery, so I did, and as it turned out, they had just let go of their precious metals assayer/smelter/refiner.  I worked there for over 4 years, smelted and refined and assayed over $400 million in gold, silver, platinum, and palladium.  I eventually left the refinery to start a business with my wife, which we started on The Greek’s property.  The business focused on dental waste.  I still work that business with my wife today, 9 years after we first began performing the research of the federal statutes, we discovered the laws were all hidden in obscurity, which urged us to move forward as we knew the government was aiding special interest groups to keep the values hidden from the general public,  I ended up reading the entire Federal CFR, I can tell you for sure, there is no “Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness in America,” just corrupt special interests, designing a system of enslavement to keep you poor, blind, and stupid, so that you will never have the time to read their federal statutes called the CFR.  For if you did, you would know what I know, that the media is legally defined as entertainment, allowing them to lie, that chemical and biological weapons are allowed to be used, but only on their own populace, and that any business that makes real money, has red tape all over it, keeping you out.

When I see all these things that have happened, I know that God the Creator has moved me like a knife, cutting through life experience, the experiences have been difficult, very difficult, I have been forced to learn many life lessons in a very short existence, which have all brought me to this juncture in time, where I know, that I am, one of the star seeds, and it is my job, no matter the outcome for myself, to bring justice.

We are all being poisoned, ever day, by various means; air, food, water, wireless communications, chemtrails, wifi, 5G, smart meters, above ground power lines, chemical additives in our food, radation in our air, dirt, and food.

My expertise though, is the mercury in all of your mouths.  That is the business I run with my wife.  When we go public, which we will soon.  You will all discover that the reason why the dentist uses mercury, is so that he may not reclaim the value of his own precious metals scraps.

A jewelers carpet (flooring in his work space) will have over $30,000 worth of precious metals in the space of over ten years.  I processed many of them at work.  Every sink in the refinery had a trap on it, to catch small particulates so small that you could not see them.  I processed jewelers; polishings, sweeps, grindings, filings, and karat scrap, always stored separately by the jeweler, it is unwise to dilute precious metals wastes as most refiner’s pay out higher for higher grades, as less work is required to purify them.

So, what I am telling you is this.  The reason for mercury still being used in your mouths, is because of the value in the dentists waste stream.  The laws developed by corrupt politicians and special interest groups are designed to funnel all these wastes to certain entities.  The laws are all hidden in obscurity, not where you think they should be.

There is so much more to come forward with, we will be doing so in short time.  Many parties have committed crimes against the people regarding these wastes and their implementation in the human body, the packages are all leaking on the transport carrier trucks that take them around the country, the trucks are all contaminated, the parcels that you receive from these carriers, many are contaminated.  This is a plot to spread disease (bio hazards of blood and tissue) and mercury poisoning.  The waste captured at the water treatment plants capture the majority of the precious metals values, but the rest that escapes through, ends up in the waterways, or as de-watered poop/fertilizer spread on the farmers fields.

There will be much more coming.

But for now, i give you the prophecy of the 144,000.  Behold, Cometh The Great & Terrible Day of the Lord:


“The Day of the Lord“ 

“The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and the terrible day of the LORD come” (Joel 2:31, cited in Acts 2:20).

Joel’s statement that “I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions” was applied by St Peter in his sermon at Pentecost to the events of that day.^[10]Since then, other religious figures have interpreted the words as having special significance for their own time.^{[example needed]}

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