Wednesday, November 17, 2021

The Thanksgiving I Will Never Forget


 


Many years ago, I sat with my dad on the front porch one summer night in Marietta, Georgia. The stars shone brightly overhead, and the chirping of nightlife filled the air. We got into a discussion about whether we would live to see the turn of the century. I was a young teen at the time, but my dad was in his 40’s.

He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll live that long. I’d be in my 70’s. Well, maybe.”

Both his parents died when he was young, so his words hung in the air, pressing in on me that I would probably outlive him and my mom, although my mother’s side of the family is long-lived—typically into their 90’s. My mom is approaching that age in 2021. Sadly, my dad didn’t make it to 2000. He passed away in 1994 from a brain tumor, but he was close.

My dad used to say that even though his body had aged, his mind was still the same as when he was young. I never understood what he meant when I was young. I suppose if you get Alzheimer’s, that’s not the case, but the thought that your mind doesn’t age like your body does is intriguing. How can that be? 

As I continue to stretch myself doing things I never imagined, I hope it will help keep my mind spry. I am learning Morse Code and pondering what my first sentence will be when I go on the airwaves. The biggest adjustment will be instead of sending out captions at 260 plus words per minute, I’ll be “competent” if I can send out ten words per minute using C.W. 

I just applied for Social Security and will be retiring at the end of the year. Where does the time go? I remember a poem I wrote by that title when I was around fifteen. Because my mother loved it so much, I even turned it into a song.

It’s so easy to lose track of years as they come and go and not even realize decades have passed in what seems like the blink of an eye. Since August, I’ve been an empty nester. Both my daughters have moved out. I even needed to replace the 20-year-old van that I bought when Joy was still an infant.

While I might be sounding a little melancholy, I’m thankful to be alive. And this Thanksgiving, I wanted to focus on how grateful I am for all the blessings God has given me.

I asked myself, what is my favorite Thanksgiving? At sixty-six, I’ve lived through quite a few. And the answer came almost as quickly as I asked the question. I want to share an extraordinary Thanksgiving story from when I was seven.

My mom and adoptive father married on November 3, 1962. Three weeks later, that Thanksgiving holiday, my life changed forever. The arrival of my childhood pet is a story made for Hollywood. But God wrote it for me before the foundations of the world.

At a tenuous time when my mother had just remarried, because we moved to a different area of Atlanta, I had to switch schools. I was a lonely, confused kid. Being forced to repeat first grade didn’t help. But God had His eyes on me. He knew I needed a special friend. Our loving, heavenly Father sent me a stray dog that taught me more about God and the meaning of love than most seven-year-olds could ever understand. That is—unless it was someone like me, someone who needed the kind of love only a dog can give.

Here is an excerpt from my recently published book, Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul.



 

 

Seven Years Old

 

One morning I awoke from a fantasy world more thrilling than Disney could ever create. I felt a wet, warm kiss on my cheek. When I opened my eyes and saw a dog, I wrapped my arms around her.

“Who are you?” I asked. As my dreamy eyes focused, I saw she was white, and somehow, she had walked into the house, run up the stairs, and found me in bed.

My mother stood across from me with a smile etched across her face.

I patted the dog’s head. “Where did she come from?”

“This is Gypsy. We’re going to keep her,” she said.

I blinked to make sure I hadn’t died and gone to heaven. Not that I even knew where that was, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t starring in a Hollywood movie. Surely this was just make-believe.

A prominent movie director in New York once tried to convince my mother to let him take me to Hollywood. My mother said no, and I lost my only bid for Hollywood stardom. Instead, Hollywood discovered Hayley Mills. Everybody, when I was young, compared me to her. I’ve heard it said everybody has a twin. Hayley Mills was mine.

Everything faded into the bedroom walls as I focused on the bouncy white, playful pearl. While some might argue we saved her from a wretched life on the streets, I’d say she saved me from a very challenging, lonely childhood. Is dog not God spelled backward?

Mother told me how the night before, Gypsy snuck into the apartment through the door with my stepfather—who I call Dad for the remainder of the book—when he returned from the store to buy milk.

Soon Gypsy became my faithful companion and playmate. When I came home from school, she would be waiting for me at the door. I invented games to play with her. I would place my hand underneath the blanket and move it around, and Gypsy would “fetch” it with her mouth. I soon learned how much dogs love to chew on shoes, slippers, and record covers.

When I came home from school, I could hardly wait to walk her. When we returned after each walk, I would announce how many times Gypsy had used the bathroom, both number one and number two, to validate I was the best dog walker in the world. I cleaned up after her when she made a mess so nobody would know. I always had a deep-seated fear I might lose her.

One afternoon I arrived home from school, and I knew something was wrong. Gypsy didn’t greet me at the door, and I ran through the house looking for her.

“She’s gone,” my mother told me. “The apartment manager said we couldn’t keep her, and your father took her to a protected area. Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”

“Where did he take her?”

My mother paused before continuing. “You know the apartment complex doesn’t allow dogs. We had no choice.”

My heart broke. I knew it might come to this. I’d overheard the whispers. I ran out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom. Burying my face in the pillow, I cried. Gypsy was gone. I didn’t want to believe I would never see her again. Even at eight, I believed in miracles.

That night thunderbolts crashed outside my bedroom, and lightning pierced through the window shades. I imagined Gypsy in the darkness. I could feel her fur against my skin and see her dark, brown eyes pleading for me. I twisted and turned in bed as peals of thunder bounced off the walls. If Gypsy ever found her way back, I vowed to run away with her. I would never let anybody take her from me again.

The next day came and went. She didn’t return. I went to school, hoping she would find her way back.

After another stormy night, Wednesday arrived, the day before Thanksgiving. We were packing things to visit my new father’s family in North Carolina. My mother had recently remarried. We had yet to meet the extended family of her new husband—a brother and three sisters.

I kept looking up the hill in front of the apartment, imagining that I would see my dog come flying over the rise in the road. I knew it was almost impossible, but I hoped. I made one last trip to my bedroom. The car was loaded, and we were ready to leave. I picked up my pillow and remembered the first morning Gypsy awoke me and licked me on the face.

“God, please help Gypsy to find her way back.”

I walked out the door to get into the car. Glancing one last time up the hill, I saw something white. Was it, could it be—I dropped my pillow and started to run. My mind raced, and I ran as fast as my legs would move. It couldn’t be—but it was.

Tattered and dirty and barking excitedly, Gypsy ran toward me, flashing her tail in the wind. She had survived two nights of bad weather and found her way home through a raging storm. If she had arrived two minutes later, we would have been on the road.

I crouched down and held her as she whimpered and licked my face. I didn’t know I could laugh and cry at the same time, but one thing I did know—God brought Gypsy back to me.




“I will never let go of you,” I promised.

Gypsy squealed. For the first time, I believed in God.

 

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All these years later, my faith in God remains steadfast. And as I wrote in my book Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul, I know I will see Gypsy again. My younger daughter Joy and her roommates recently adopted a dog from the local humane society. I’m smiling on the inside. The Roberts’ tradition lives on with my children, and that brings me great joy this Thanksgiving.

To learn more about my memoir, Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul, click on this link.  

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Trumpet Sounds From Around The World - Signaling the Return of Yeshua - I Cor 15:51-53



It was in 2016 that I heard the trumpet sounds. The first time I was walking Sirius, my border collie; and the second time I was inside the house. I had heard them previously on YouTube, so I was shocked when I heard them with my own ears. Whatever the sounds were, it wasn’t a hoax. 



A couple of weeks after that, I thought I heard them again, but when I went outside to listen, I didn’t hear anything. I went back inside and again thought I heard something. This time I had my phone to record it, but I didn't hear anything when I stepped outside.

Later that night, my daughter came home from a special event for a high school classmate who had just finished treatment for Hodgin's lymphoma. The class celebrated the girl’s healing from cancer by hosting a party outside the high school on the football field. 

My daughter said, “When I was there, we kept hearing sounds coming from the sky that sounded strange, but there was nothing there.”

I provide closed captioning for television, and one night when captioning a baseball game, I heard the trumpet-like sounds. The game announcers commented, "What is that strange noise?"

If you go on Youtube, you will find that these noises that sound like trumpets have been heard all over the world. What does it mean? I truly believe it’s the Lord’s trumpet, signifying His soon return. The trumpet is recognized in the Bible as the battle cry. 

Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep but we will all be changed--in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet [emphasis mine]. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must be clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. (1 Cor 15:51-53, Berean Study Bible)

Since we don’t know when the last trumpet is, I would encourage you to turn to Jesus Christ, believe in Him, repent of your sins, and be born again. We don't know how much more time we have. His return is completely unknown to everyone except God.

Today is the day of salvation. Call on Yeshua's name. Be ready! Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, loves you.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16 NKJV)








Monday, October 25, 2021

Have Pink Suitcase - Will Travel: Flash Fiction by Lorilyn Roberts

 


Hailey Becker was all of 79 years old. She lived with her doting, younger husband for the better part of her life, and they had two wonderful grown daughters who lived nearby. They were one of those families you couldn’t help but like. Hailey was the best cook this side of paradise, and Charlie could be anybody’s uncle—even the mothers-in-law who gossip too much. Charlie knew how to be polite and caring, and a pot of coffee was always brewing whenever I stopped by.

 

So when we heard about an upcoming surprise trip, everybody wanted to know the details. However, Charlie could keep a secret like no one, and Hailey—well, I’m not sure she knew all the details. 

 

A few weeks later, Hailey called me. “You must come by and see my new suitcase,” she said. “When we went to Cuba, our suitcases were too small for all the stuff we bought. We had to ship the vases back, and I worried for weeks when they didn’t arrive.”

 

I stopped in to see her bright pink new suitcase. What did her hubby think about the pink luggage? Knowing Charlie, he would say it was perfect.

 

“I wanted to be able to find my suitcase amongst the hundreds of others. You know, they all look the same when they pull them off the boat.”

 

I remembered when I went on a cruise and came home with somebody else’s luggage. And I didn’t even notice it wasn’t my bag until I opened it and found high heels stashed inside.

 

I laughed. “Sounds like a good strategy,” although I couldn’t imagine Hailey being like me and coming home with anybody else’s luggage.

 

Several months went by, and Hailey talked about the upcoming trip on several occasions. I heard through the grapevine that her suitcase was packed. One day she said to me, "You know, I keep telling Charlie he needs to pack his bag. Mine is ready, but he hasn’t even started packing his. We sure don’t want to miss the boat. What can I do to get him to pack his clothes?”

 

“You know how men are,” I said. “They can pack in three minutes.”

 

Hailey’s eyes twinkled. “Not me. I like to be ready at a moment’s notice. Unexpected things can come up, and it would be dreadful to miss the boat because I packed too late.”

 




I smiled. “Charlie won’t let you down. He’ll be at your side when you are ready to board that ship. I promise you.”

 

Soon signs revealed the trip was imminent. I heard that the suitcase was right beside Hailey’s bed, where she now spent most of her days. She was ready whenever the moment arrived.

 

Then I received word that they were on the way to the departure gate. Charlie reassured me he had her ticket in hand and her belongings were in the pink suitcase. He would make sure she was comfortable as she stood at the gate. I couldn’t wait to say goodbye to my friend.

 

When I arrived, Hailey’s bubbly personality enveloped me. She pointed to her bags, “I’m ready,” she exclaimed, “but I still don’t understand why Charlie hasn’t packed very much.” After a few minutes, she added, “I’m not going to worry about him. If he wants to wear the same clothes every day, that’s his choice.”

 

“He’ll be fine,” I assured my friend.

 

“When are we leaving?” Hailey asked Charlie several times as I sat beside her. “I don’t want to miss the trip.”

 

Charlie took her hand in his and locked onto her pleading eyes. "I promise, you won’t miss it.”

 

I stopped by the departure gate several times until she made the trip to Glory. I heard her leaving was peaceful. And I also heard that she didn’t need the suitcase she had meticulously packed. 

 

I thought about all the things I’ve packed away, not only in my house but in my heart. Then I remind myself, it’s an all-expense paid, one-way trip, and we don’t need anything except our passport.

 

“She wasn’t one minute late,” Charlie reassured me, “and the smile on her face lifted my sorrowful heart.”

 

Who greeted her when she arrived? I’m sure it was a glorious reunion of friends, family, and Bible heroes. When it’s my turn, I know Hailey will be there to meet me.

 

Hailey Becker is not just my friend. She’s everybody’s friend. She is all those we’ve loved and said goodbye to too soon. And even though I know I won’t need a suitcase, like Hailey, I want to be ready at a moment’s notice. I find comfort knowing that my bag is packed—a bag filled by my Savior with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control. I must remember to refill it from God’s Holy Book each day, so I’m always ready should my name be called.

 

I imagine Hailey received so many gifts upon arrival that she was glad she didn't bring that earthly pink suitcase. While we try to fill our lives with worldly wealth, the wealth in Glory will far surpass anything we could conjure up here. Indeed, I suppose all the pink suitcases in the world could not contain the treasures awaiting when we arrive.

 



 

I’ve also heard that I won’t need a winter coat or even any clothes. By all accounts, the weather is perfect, the land exquisite, the joy unspeakable, the citizens glorious, and the price exceptional—by that, I mean, it’s free to pass holders—bought and paid for a long time ago by Jesus Christ. Every day I make sure I’ve packed my pass. The truth is, it’s so big, so heavy, and so heavenly, no pink suitcase could ever contain it. And only Jesus Christ could carry it.


                              Second Place Flash Fiction/Short Story                                        


 Florida Christian Writers Converence 2021



Saturday, September 18, 2021

Enjoy a Sample of New Release - "Book Love" by Lorilyn Roberts - an Early Reader to Help Young Kids With Reading





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"The story moves at a good pace, is enhanced by the illustrations, and is told through chapters appropriate in length for the complexity of the concept. While this is an excellent book for a child who faces a similar struggle, it can help all children learn to be kinder to those who struggle with reading." Kimberlee J. Benart, Readers' Favorite Reviewer.



Tuesday, August 31, 2021

New Book Release - Book Love, An Early Chapter Book, by Lorilyn Roberts

 


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“Never again would I be bored. If I had a book, I had a friend. I could read whenever I wanted, and I didn’t even need a wire to plug my book into the wall.”

Such is the magical journey into the world of reading a young girl discovers after failing first grade.



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Reviewed by Emily-Jane Hills Orford for Readers' Favorite

Book Love is a work of fiction for children by Lorilyn Roberts. Everyone learns at a different pace. Some children learn to read very early, while others have difficulty learning to read until they’ve been in school for a few years. 

It’s said that some of the greatest minds in history didn’t learn to read until they were older, like Einstein, who didn’t learn to read until he was 9. 

A little girl in second grade is embarrassed when she is called upon to read out loud in front of the class. When she is told she has to take Grade 1 over again, she’s even more embarrassed. 

Gradually she develops her own reading skills, but it’s a day stuck at home sick in bed that introduces the many positive possibilities found in books. One story leads to another, and soon this little girl can’t stop reading – she’s found a passion for books.

Lorilyn Roberts’s early chapter book, Book Love, is a touching story about a little girl who struggles with reading. At first, embarrassed by her inability to read, this little girl hates books and everything books have to offer. As the plot evolves, the girl learns to read and gradually develops an interest in books. 

The story is told in simple language so a young reader, especially one struggling with reading, can sound out the words and learn to read as they realize that perhaps their problems with reading are not unique to them alone. 

The line drawings are sweet and add another dimension to the story. Young readers will instantly feel a bond with this little girl as everyone has their own struggles, whether with reading or something else. 

Beautifully and compassionately told by a masterful writer. 


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Lorilyn sharing books with children in Kathmandu, Nepal

I remember when I homeschooled my daughters how hard I searched for books to get my daughters excited about reading. With the new school year just beginning and many children lagging behind following a year of Covid challenges, Book Love will be a hit with school-age kids who struggle with reading. 

It's hard to overestimate how important reading is as a lifelong skill. Children develop analytical thinking from reading. Based on what I heard a famous general once say, my motto for Book Love is: Young readers become world leaders.

The pre-order price is 99¢ until September 16. The publication date on Amazon is September 17.

Book Love will be available on all book platforms and in bookstores through Ingram. By making it available as a preorder on Amazon, I want to give parents, teachers, and librarians an advanced opportunity to incorporate it into their educational curriculum for this year. Grade level will depend on the child, but I would say first grade (with help) through third grade (independent reader) would be most appropriate.


I'm also available for personal appearances at schools and homeschooling events in the North-Central Florida area. Please contact me at  authorLorilynRoberts@gmail.com to make arrangements.  

A short blurb from another Readers' Favorite reviewer:

Book Love is beautiful inside and out. Roberts uses a child to teach children the love of books and it works beautifully. This book is a must for elementary classrooms and libraries. I highly recommend Book Love by Lorilyn Roberts if you have a child wanting to learn to read.

-Joy Hannabass 

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Friday, August 27, 2021

You Aren't in Kansas Anymore: A Christian Satire on the Deplorable State of Affairs


You Aren’t in Kansas Anymore

A Christian Satire on the Deplorable State of Affairs

August 27, 2021

 

My Dear American Patriot,

I know you’re perplexed about the deplorable state of affairs and what in the world is happening. I want to reassure you, my friend, you are not in Kansas anymore. You will never go back to Kansas. Why would you want to go back to that cesspool when Trump was president, when America was energy independent, when the economy was thriving, when no one even knew what Critical Race Theory was, and before the rigged election? After all, we know Biden is our Commander in Chief. As they said, “Nothing here, move on.” 

Aren’t you glad nobody has been able to check those Dominion machines? I wouldn’t allow it—they are under my dominion. We needed everything in place for The New World Order. It will be even better than the famous novel Brave New World. By the way, I helped Aldous Huxley to write that book. He wrote it exactly as I instructed him, and look how famous he is. 

Population reduction has been going quite well. The blood of the babies offered to Molech gives me substantial supernatural power. Your utmost care is extremely important, my little messengers. Keep supporting me at the abortion clinics. I will repay you in kind on judgment day. Isn’t it nice to be on the winning side? We’ve made tremendous progress since we got rid of Number 45.

Now to more important things: Don’t let the troop withdrawal from Afghanistan concern you. The news media is lying to you about all those casualties. You know how they lie about everything. They rarely get anything correct, and this is their biggest blunder yet. Just keep your eyes on me; don’t look up. I control the powers that be in Washington. You need not concern yourself with matters so high and lofty. 

Don’t believe that things are getting better? Think about all the free money you’ve received since my cat’s paw landed in the office of the presidency. Many of you haven’t had to pay rent in months. Ah! An extended vacation. You say, "Keep this gravy train going." I say, "Let the government take care of you. You deserve it. Let’s make America great again. After all, the mantra is 'land of the free.' That should include free housing, free health insurance, and free food."


But back to the current state of affairs. I know many of you have been dismayed about forced vaccinations at your job and vaccine passports, the harbinger of war in the Middle East, and the terrible plight of illegal, dangerous people crossing the border into the country.

However, this is all necessary to discourage believers. We want them to join us. We must reeducate them about what’s really happening. We need to convince the recalcitrant that borders are evil. In due time, they will come around. Once they realize nobody is listening, they will shut up. Christians are like sheep. Eventually, they do what they are told. That’s what Christians do. 

Rest assured, we are gaining in strength, and we are growing in numbers. The stage is set for me to send my world leader on the scene, a man of fortresses, who will bring world peace. Once we kill off a significant portion of the population through every means at our fingertips, we will be able to rebuild and make the world a better place.

In the meantime, we need to destroy the U.S. Constitution. That document has caused more damage to the blacks, Latinos, and LGBTQ community than any other document in the history of humankind. The next presidential election should seal that deal. I thank my minions who put those secure voting machines in strategic locations. I expect to have complete dominion over all the countries that are members of the United Nations after the next U.S. presidential election. My chosen leader is already here setting up a one-world government. It’s my craftiness, my cunning, and my persuasion through deception that’s allowed the pieces to fall into place.


We must keep up the pressure on climate change. Population control will go a long way toward reducing carbon emissions, and we must reduce beef consumption. Cows produce too much flatulence and are a significant producer of the worst kind of pollution. Just get rid of the cows, which will take care of four percent of the greenhouse gases worldwide.

For this news cycle from my lofty position above the earth, here are my recommendations:


1.     Make sure you receive the Covid shot. In fact, make sure you receive all the booster shots that will soon follow. They are for your good. Fear is a good motivator. Keep scaring those who are resistant into compliance.  

2.     Follow all the guidelines from the CDC, NIH, and WHO. You know they have your best interest at heart. You know they wouldn’t recommend a vaccine that hadn’t undergone the rigors of proper testing. They would never compromise, would they? After all, they have no liability if someone dies from Covid, and if they have a financial interest, it’s not important. Nobody would care. We don’t have to tell the public about any of the adverse effects from the shot—that might scare people, and then they wouldn’t get the jab. Mind control is good. We don’t want to upset the masses. Why disappoint them? Tell them what they want to hear. If you say it enough times, they will believe you. Everyone hates bad news. Just give them the good news—the shot works. That’s all you have to say.

3.     Make sure you wear your mask. You wouldn’t want to infect your loved ones, would you? After all, the death rate is as high as 1% in people who are too old to be useful citizens. Again, just do the right thing. Wear your mask. Make your children wear a mask. You want them to be good, compliant citizens just like you when they grow up. You want to teach them to obey every law passed by Big Brother because that’s what good citizens do. Be a good role model; never question anything—that’s bad. Always trust the government. You know they care deeply about you and your family. Trust them with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

4.     Make sure you keep an eye on your neighbor, colleague, spouse, and cohort. We need to make sure everyone does what’s best for the country. If someone does not follow instructions, you need to report them to the authorities. We need to cancel those who distort the truth. If someone doesn’t comply, we may need to take bolder measures, like implement a social scorecard. I can vouch for the fact they have been very effective in China to force people into compliance. I’ll share more about that later. 

Remember, Big Brother is watching you. Be ready to embrace the new reality that is under construction even as we speak. You aren’t in Kansas anymore.


Signed by the Prince of the Air,

Lord Lucifer



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Seventh Dimension Series - Christian Fantasy by Lorilyn Roberts


Seventh Dimension Series





The Seventh Dimension Series Full Box Set includes The Door, The King, The Castle, The City, The Prescience, and The Howling. The Seventh Dimension Series has won over thirty book awards.

“Time is an illusion until God’s appointed time,” is the major theme based on A.W. Tozer’s quote in The Pursuit of God: “A spiritual kingdom lies all about us, enclosing us, embracing us, altogether within reach of our inner selves, waiting for us to recognize it. God Himself is here waiting our response to His Presence. This eternal world will come alive to us the moment we begin to reckon upon its reality.”

The two young protagonists, Shale Snyder, an American, and Daniel Sperling, an Israeli, meet in the seventh dimension—a reality outside of time. Their love for each other is conflicted over their opposing spiritual beliefs that seem irreconcilable.

The story covers many years as the young couple matures. The sixth book, The Howling, culminates with Biblical revelations concerning the future, Daniel’s missing father, and a startling surprise.

Allegory, foreshadowing, and symbolism are woven into the Seventh Dimension Series, and the heroism of the two protagonists is meant to inspire the reader.

Love and forgiveness are virtues that both protagonists must learn. The Seventh Dimension Series begins in Atlanta, Georgia, but quickly moves to Israel. The reader soon finds himself immersed in the first century, and stories from the life of Jesus Christ intersect the story plot outside of time. As the reader progresses through the books, he is exposed to many religions and worldviews, including Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, and Buddhism; and the young couple makes a memorable trip to heaven and hell.

Many relevant topics are addressed that young adults will have explored in school, among friends, or been exposed to through the media—evolution versus creationism, globalism versus nationalism, socialism versus capitalism, adoption versus abortion, and Christianity versus occultism. Spiritual warfare is a recurring theme, and there are talking animals, special gifts, and much more that I will let the reader discover for himself.

The protagonists are coming-of-age young adults, taken via supernatural stargates into the violent, unpredictable world of the seventh dimension. While I wrote this series for young adults, all readers will enjoy deeper, profound truths that can only be learned from a life well-lived.

An unexamined life can squander the opportunity to be redeemed. What a waste. My goal is to make the reader think, ask questions, and consider the most important question of all—where will he spend eternity? As noted above, the theme of the Seventh Dimension Series is: “Time is an illusion until God’s appointed time.” You may not have tomorrow. You only have today, this hour, this moment, this second…


Thursday, July 22, 2021

From Clueless to Extra Ham in Seven Months - Preparing for the Sabotage of the Internet and Survival in a Post-Christian World

 

My Ham Radio Call Sign is KO4LBS
 


What would happen if the Internet was to be taken down by enemy combatants? Or our trusty iPhones were rendered inoperable by malware? Maybe China pulls a fast one. Or what about Russia? It seems like everyone wants to blame Russia for everything. Did you notice Putin’s face when he conversed with Biden at their most recent meeting? What did his eyes tell you? Putin is not a dummy. Did you hear the audio recording of someone feeding Biden the answers to questions at the press conference before being removed from YouTube?

Or maybe it’s not China or Russia that wants to take us out. Maybe it’s Iran. I’d say several colorful countries around the world would love to see America brought to its knees.

When I was in Washington, D.C. on January 6—along with a million Trump supporters who protected our U.S. Capitol from an attack by Antifa and Black Lives Matter—it was impossible to access the Internet. That got me thinking, what if...and you can fill in the blank.

A conductor orchestrated the January 6 insurrection, and it wasn’t Trump or Trump supporters.

The Capitol was broken into before Trump finished his speech, and it was a 30-minute walk from the Whitehouse to Capitol Hill. Nobody knew anything had happened because there was no Internet. I also wondered where the police were. I guess they had better things to do than worry about an insurrection by people dressed in black banging on Capitol windows. I’m glad we had some heroes in the Trump crowd to take down those thugs. We sure didn’t have police.

I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. I thought Trump would be our next president. I’m glad I’m not a prophet. I guess I’d be out of a job. No, I’m just a daughter of the American Revolution witnessing our country go to hell in a handbasket. The reality is, we are just like all the other nations. The great ones throughout history have had a limited lifespan of around 200 years. Invading armies either destroyed them or those countries succumbed to internal collapse because of moral decay and depravity.

Will we survive as a nation? I have hope, and it’s rooted in my belief in a gracious, merciful God who is also a Righteous King. God has not destined His Church (Bride) to wrath. Therefore, I believe Scripture points to a pre-tribulation rapture. However, Jesus talked a lot about the “beginning of sorrows” before the Day of the Lord. The only way America will survive as a nation is if we ask God for forgiveness, repent of our sins nationally, and forge a new path based on Biblical principles.

Unless we do that, our days are numbered. They must be. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the United States is in trouble, and we don’t have a national leader right now who has the fortitude to stand up to the far left. We had that person in Trump. But anyone who tries to turn our nation back to what our Founding Fathers envisioned, based on the Bible, knows they will be canceled. There is only one thing left to do—destroy our Constitution. 

We no longer have election integrity. We have a government that is systematically taking away our freedoms, and Big Brother is increasingly watching every move we make with the help of artificial intelligence. Scientists frame it in the context of convenience and innovation. Have you noticed how Siri and Alexa help you to be lazy? These robotic voices listen to what you say. They make you dependent on them once you start using them, and they give you the information they want you to trust. It may or may not be accurate. It’s censored data.

So, without a repentant spirit, our nation goes caput. Do you have food stored up? Do you have a water source you can tap into? Do you have alternative energy available? Could you live for a while without going to the store for supplies, like toilet paper and dishwashing soap? 

I think everyone should own a gun and know how to use it. That was my gift for my birthday last year. I never thought I would need one. I figured I’d call 911, and the police would come to my house immediately. That’s what I used to think until I captioned a news broadcast last year in Orange County, California. Rioters were breaking into stores, stealing commerce, and in the process destroying buildings. The police looked on and did nothing.


We are entering the days of trials and tribulations spoken of in the Bible. War is coming to the Middle East, and I believe our freedoms will become more restricted. Christians are being canceled, and division in families seems the norm now rather than the exception. 

I decided that I needed another way to stay in touch if the Internet went down or my phone was useless. Don’t think that can happen? I used to have landlines until they quit working. AT&T wouldn’t service them. Things you never thought imaginable are happening. I keep telling myself I can’t be surprised anymore by anything, but then I am when something happens that seemed unimaginable only a couple of years ago. 

Don’t believe for an instant that Covid is going away. It’s not. In fact, I believe the Covid-19 pandemic is a manufactured event by the pharmaceutical companies and specifically Fauci at the CDC.




Pastor Steve Cioccolanti has made the statement he believes the rider on the white horse mentioned in the Book of Revelation is Fauci. He said this a year ago. Could he be right? Time will tell, but I’m not dismissing it. 

Doctors and pharma reps wear white. The Latin word “corona” means crown. This “plandemic” has affected the entire world, and it’s subjugating people. If you don’t wear a mask, you can’t travel. The Book of Revelation talks about a mark. Is there any correlation? Again, only time will tell. But it seems to me like limiting our freedom of movement if we don’t wear a mask could be a prelude to upcoming events.

There is only a one-letter difference in the words “mark” and mask.” The distinguishing “mark” of the future world leader will be his demand for the worship of his image. To separate those who will worship him from those who won’t, that identifying mark on the head or hand will be the symbol to show compliance or martyrdom. 

In the Bible, pharmakeia carried with it the idea of sorcery, occultism, and black magic. It is in this sense that Paul used the term in Galatians 5.20 as the word “witchcraft.” In Rev. 9:21 & 18:23 it is translated “sorceries.”[i]

I want one thing: I want freedom. I don’t want someone telling me I have to take a jab that I don’t want. I don’t want someone listening to my phone conversations or prying into my personal life through A.I. I don’t want my tweets censored or my Facebook posts removed by twits who think they know more than I do. Don’t silence me because you think I’m writing something offensive. Someone died to give me that right. In fact, thousands of Americans have been killed over the last 200 years, so that we have the freedom to point out the elephant in the room or to say the emperor has no clothes. If it weren’t so serious, it would be humorous. But no one is laughing because it’s not funny. It’s scary.

It begs the question, what can we do? While it might seem insignificant, the most important thing Christians can do is pray. And pray some more. God never tires of us communing with Him. And keep looking up, knowing that the devil is working overtime because he knows his time is short. Satan will attack anyone who is vulnerable. We must protect ourselves spiritually. We must claim the name of Jesus to put a wedge between ourselves and the world. Only then can we be wise. Wisdom comes from God and God alone. 

Jesus said, “Behold, I am sending you out like sheep among wolves; so be wise as serpents, and innocent as doves [have no self-serving agenda]” Matthew 10:15 (AMP).


So, what does all of this have to do with my becoming a ham radio operator? There is a connection. The simple fact is, I don’t trust our government. I don’t trust any government. I can now communicate with anyone around the world. There is no way any government in any country can control all the airwaves because virtually every country uses them on the planet.

It’s one tool in my arsenal. On a broader scale, we need to think about what we need to survive. Suppose China took over? Say goodbye to those checks Washington has doled out over the last eighteen months. Get over it. Our government wants to make us dependent on them. Be dependent on yourself and not on the government. Almost always, unless it’s in the context of Biblical grace, whenever someone gives you something for free, there is a catch.

The folks in Washington have one agenda: Total control. Why? Because they have sold their souls for greed, power, perversion—you name it. Dare I say it? Ninety-nine percent of political pundits care nothing about you or me. They care about their egos. They have enriched themselves at the expense of the people who pay their exorbitant salaries through taxes.

Why do you think the political leaders and the world’s elitists hate Trump so much? Why do you think 90 percent of the media speaks the same narrative? Whatever happened to divergent opinions that aren’t driven by political insiders? All the major news outlets in the United States are owned by a handful of companies pushing a globalist agenda, and globalists want power. They want a one-world government. It seems like I’ve read that prophetic statement in the most popular book ever written: The Bible.

If you don’t believe the media is lying about Covid-19, about curative treatments, about what happened in Washington D.C. on “Insurrection Day,” wise up. Ask God to open your eyes. Pray for yourself, your family, your neighborhood, your city, and your country. God is on the side of truth. Whose side are you on?

Forgive my ranting, but somebody needs to rant. If it’s not me, God will call on somebody else to do it. We need a few people to get voicy about the things that matter to God. Gone is the time to be agreeable. There is nothing agreeable about socialism or communism. Big Brother wants to own you.

Make sure you have several months’ food supply on hand. Have a resource for bartering, like silver. Purchase the silver that’s referred to as “legal tender.” Don’t rely on the greenback. Its days are numbered. You can’t continue to print money and dole it out and expect it to retain any value. 

Get your radio technician’s license and preferably your general radio license so you aren’t dependent on the Internet for all your information. Whatever information you get on the web will continue to be censored.

And those 5-G towers, the phone company will tell you to upgrade your phone to use them. They will tell you how awesome 5-G is, like you can use it to control your lights, feed the dog, wash your dishes, start your coffee—yes, what an amazing world we live in when we need those props to exist. I watched a ten-minute video on the virtues of 5-G. If you want to be a lazy person, then go for it. Let those A.I.s invade your home and take control of your life. Become a puppet of the strings of convenience. Know that comfort comes with a price. Big Brother is watching you.

I heard Pastor Billy Crone make an interesting reference to something Jesus said in the Olivet Discourse.

Let no one on the housetop go down to take anything out of the house (Matthew 24:17 NIV).



What a strange thing for Jesus to say. Why not go back to your house? Is there a backdoor to that T.V. set in your living room, your iPhone, and all those 5-G devices? Could drones be swirling overhead to take you out? Why would someone be standing on their housetop anyway? Could it be to scan the sky to see if the government’s drones are spying on you? That’s what they do in China.

The fact is, you and I are being watched. Big Brother knows what you are doing all the time. To take it one step further, with 5-G, there will be no limit to the government’s control. Medical passports are coming. The government will require you to have a Covid vaccine to travel. Probably it will be indirect control.

The folks at the top of the food chain will pass the directive on to companies to implement, like the airline industry, the cruise lines, and maybe to conduct transactions like buying a car. Imagine a car that can smell your breath to determine if you’ve taken the vaccine. No vaccine, your car won’t start. The government needs companies and A.I to implement their nefarious agenda. None of this is by coincidence. 

I’m only scratching the surface. I could say more. Don’t dither around wondering where to start. Just get started. You must enter the mindset that you need to prepare yourself for war. It’s that simple. And remember, China wants our resources. They want Silicon Valley, our entertainment industry, agricultural lands, and infrastructure. They don’t want to blow us to bits. They will take us over through stealth and not with nuclear missiles. Those missiles will land in the Middle East. The Ezekiel War could happen at any time. Read Ezekiel 38 and 39. God wrote it three thousand years ago.

Ham radio is a healthy and simple way to make sure you stay in contact with those you love and with folks around the world. It’s not hard to learn, and it’s been around a long time. There are thousands of hams in the United States. And I’m sure other countries have many as well. Take a class online; I took all three tests for the three radio licenses online and passed them on the first try. When I began the journey in January 2021, I didn’t know the first thing about ham radio. 

My advice: Avail yourself of every opportunity to be self-sufficient. You don’t need to be paranoid. You need to be, as Jesus said, as harmless as doves and as wise as serpents. Be prepared for the unexpected, and don’t believe everything you hear. Avail yourself of independent sources for information. Most importantly, keep looking up. Trust God. He’s got this!



“So when all these things begin to happen, stand and look up, for your salvation is near”(Luke 21:28 NLT).

If you don’t remember anything else I’ve written here, remember this: Jesus is coming soon. Don’t leave earth without Him.