Friday, June 18, 2021

DR. BRET WEINSTEIN: How to Save the World in Three Easy Steps



Dr. Robert Malone is the inventor of mRNA Vaccine technology.
Mr. Steve Kirsch is a serial entrepreneur who has been researching adverse reactions to COVID vaccines.
Dr. Bret Weinstein is an evolutionary biologist.

Bret talks to Robert and Steve about the pandemic, treatment and the COVID vaccines.

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Saturday, June 5, 2021

Chapter One from Seventh Dimension - The King, Book 2 in the Seventh Dimension Series, by Lorilyn Roberts


ISBN Number 978-0996532235

2014 Literary Classics Book Awards Winner for faith-based YA fiction 
Finalist in the 2014 USA Book Awards for religious fiction
Winner in 9th Annual National Indie Excellence Awards for spirituality
Finalist in the 2015 International Book Awards.
Silver winner in the 2015 Readers' Favorite Book Awards for YA
Finalist (fifth) in the 2015 Best Indie Book Award for YA fiction

After a series of devastating events, Daniel Sperling, a gifted seventeen-year-old Israeli boy, becomes the focus of a wager between good and evil. Marked by one, he travels to first-century Israel and meets a doctor who becomes his mentor.

When he unwittingly makes a pact with the devil and the girl he loves is betrothed to another, his life takes a different course, until his eyes are opened. 

Trapped in the seventh dimension, how far will God go to save him?










“Please, God, don’t let him die!” I cried.

General Goren’s face turned blue as the medic and nurse rushed into the room.

The nurse barked orders. “Start chest compressions. One, two, three, four—” seconds passed.

“No pulse,” the medic said.

After applying gel, the nurse placed the defibrillator pads on his bare chest.

“All clear,” she yelled.

We stepped back and waited.

The heart monitor remained flat.

“Again,” the medic said.

On the second attempt, General Goren’s eyes fluttered open.

A faint hope stirred in the room.

The death cat stood in the doorway. The nursing home mascot had never been wrong—maybe just this once. I wanted to yell at the cat to go away.

“Daniel,” a voice said faintly.

I leaned over and squeezed the General’s hand. “Yes, I am here.”

His eyes met mine. I drew nearer, avoiding the wires leading to the equipment. His breathing was labored. I was thankful the nurse and medic didn’t insist I leave.

“There is something I need to tell you,” he said faintly.

I shook my head. “No, save your energy. You don’t need to tell me now.”

“I must,” he pleaded. “You must know.”

I glanced at the medic and nurse. He was in no condition to talk. “Know—what?”

He squeezed my hand reassuringly. “You saved my life at Synagogue Hall.”

“What?” The man must be hallucinating.

The General continued. “May 1948—hospital in Jewish Quarter.”

“No. It was someone else. I’m Daniel Sperling, son of Aviv, a volunteer at the Beth Hillel Nursing Home. I’m seventeen years old.” 

“Let him talk,” said the medic. He lowered his voice, “In case he dies.”

“Don’t say that,” I whispered.

The cat stood in the doorway—watching.

General Goren pulled me closer. “No, Son. It was you. They carried me in on a stretcher. I had a collapsed lung. The Arabs had burned everything but the hospital. The flames—cries of children—horrible. Mothers and fathers—all gone. The children—” he stopped, unable to continue.

I reassured him. “You did the best you could. Everyone did.”

General Goren flinched. “Dr. Laufer and Dr. Riss had a flashlight. Nurse Tzviah tried—” his voice cracked again. “I told them not to waste any more time on me, to help the others.”

I’d never heard this story. The war hero rarely talked about those weeks in Jerusalem. Despite his success many years later, he apparently never forgot that night.

“The reinforcements didn’t arrive in time. We held out as long as we could.”

“Forgive yourself.”

Tears welled up and he coughed. His eyes stared and the medic shocked him again.

“We have a heartbeat, a faint one,” the nurse said.

Should I leave so he could save his strength or stay and let him finish?

General Goren said, “I must tell you this before I’m gone.”

“I’m listening.”

The room became quiet. The only sound was his weak, raspy voice.

“You had a scar on your forehead. You walked over and touched me. The pain left. I cried out to the nurse—I wanted to know who you were—but you were gone.”

My hero had mistaken me for someone else.

“Thank you for saving my life,” the General said. “I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t think you would believe me.”

I squeezed his hand.

“God has great plans for you. You’re an angel.” The old man stopped breathing.

“He’s gone,” said the medic.

We checked the monitor. The war hero who had survived so many battles was no longer with us.

I ran out the door, tripping over the cat. I stopped and turned to face the poor creature. “Sorry,” I muttered.

His gray eyes stared into space, but the cat’s purrs reached my ears. 

I reached down and picked him up. Stroking his head gently, I leaned over and kissed him. Couldn’t the blind animal have been wrong just this once?





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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

The Cost of Living in an Upside Down World

To My Readers,


My good friend, Michael Jack Webb, sent me the following email a couple of days after I posted my blog post of 5/24/2021, “Is It Time to Leave Your Church? Why I left Mine,” and his insights were so good, I received permission from him to post his words here in a follow-up post. 

First, let me say my former church did not like what I wrote. I received this text, “Your blog post was very hurtful to quite a few people who read it,” and in the same text message, I was told, “Please do not come to the One Another Group dinner tonight,” which was the last prayer group meeting until this fall.

These are my final comments (this blog post) on leaving Creekside Community Church. I posted the May 24th blog post not to make my church angry, but because many people had asked why I left. I had been at Creekside for decades, and I didn’t want to have to speak about it anymore. Just rehashing the events that led to my departure was painful. 

As the days before the Lord’s return draw near, I believe God will bring new people into our lives, and He will remove some friends that we always thought would be life-long friends. 

I would urge readers to commit all their relationships to God. The time we have left might be so short that we should surround ourselves with friends passionate about sharing their faith with the unsaved. Associate with those who are unyielding in their commitment to Jesus Christ. Be prepared to lose friendships. It’s part of the upside-down world now in which we live.

As Michael Webb says below, leaving my former church was painful. Lymphedema from my cancer surgery three years earlier flared up. I was sick in bed for two days running a fever, so I went to the emergency room. They discovered I had a UTI and put me on antibiotics.

In the midst of what I can only describe as a crisis, I cried out to God, “Where should I go to church, Lord?” We were in the middle of the pandemic, and most churches were closed. It’s not an easy thing to leave a church you’ve attended for over thirty years and start new relationships at 65 years old in an unfamiliar church. I felt broken and alone. 

As I’m crying out to God with these thoughts racking my brain, God immediately answered, “Kol Simcha.”

God’s swift answer shocked me:  I hadn’t thought about Kol Simcha in decades. However, I knew the rabbi and his wife who founded it. 

We had met at the Jewish Center at The University of Florida in the early 1990s. I remembered the first time they came. I had been dancing with the Jewish students for about a year when they showed up looking for the Jewish dance classes. They had brought their two young children with them. I had stepped outside momentarily, right as they approached. 

It was a divine appointment as we made quick introductions. How often do you run into Christians at a Jewish worship center on a university campus?

Now, thirty years later, we renewed our friendship. As I started attending, I discovered other friends I’d lost touch with that are members at Kol Simcha. Some were people I knew not just superficially but deeply.  

Some have asked me questions about what worship is like in a Messianic congregation, including my mother. She asked, “Do they believe Jesus is the Messiah?”

I think as we near the Lord’s return, we will see the convergence of Jews and Christians in worship. True, undefiled worship is going to become increasingly complex, especially for large churches. Now I’ve found a passion for Yeshua in the Messianic congregation unparalleled in the traditional Christian church.

Yes, Messianic congregations do believe Jesus is the Messiah. For the curious, I will write a follow-up blog post that will focus on the similarities and the differences between Messianic congregations and Christian churches. I’m still learning. I will say here, my understanding of the Old Testament has magnified as I’ve discovered more of the Old Testament in the New Testament. I am growing in my faith and my love for Yeshua Hamashiach, and I’m thankful to be surrounded by others who share my passion and love for the Messiah.

Please read my friend’s email below. I believe God meant these powerful words not only for me but for other Christians who find themselves in a similar situation. Take heart. God has overcome the world and will not leave you or forsake you.

Morning Lorilyn—


          Very powerful!

          I know it must have cost you a great deal to leave and to post your article.

          I’m praying for you. (Phil. 6-9)

          We are in a season of the Great Falling Away. (2Thess. 2:3)

          You can’t “fall away” from something you were never part of.

          So, even though many disagree, large numbers of “Believers” are indeed falling away from Christianity and embracing “another gospel.” (2 Cor. 11:3-4, Gal. 1:5-7)

          It’s both a troublesome and exciting time, for it is Scripture unfolding before our eyes. (Ezek. 39:21)

          God is truly winnowing His “church” identifying and separating the sheep from the goats. (Ps. 77:13-14, 78:65-72)

          He is identifying His Remnant. (Heb. 5:5-11)

          In days to come there will be much weeping, gnashing of teeth, and tearing of garments as Holy Spirit moves in power across the Earth.

          We are at the beginning of the birth pangs of Christ’s return. (Matt. 24:7-9)

          God is giving the Faithful an opportunity to draw night to Him in intimacy in preparation for what is racing upon us like a speeding freight train. (Heb. 11:6)

          There will be persecution for those who remain steadfast. (Phil. 3:9-11)

          Our comfort is that those who persecute us today, we who do not bow to other gods, are of the same spirit as those who persecute(d) Jesus.

          Stay strong, my friend. (Eph. 6:10)

          God has given you a powerful voice--His Voice--and a platform.

          Continue to use it wisely as Holy Spirit guides you in all things.


Blessings, and shalom,

In Him,

Jn. 14:21    


Michael Jack Webb

Bestselling and Award-winning Author

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