PART TWELVE – Troublous Times to Satan’s Second Expulsion (cont.)
Paul, Sara, Joyce, Marilyn, and I headed to the farm for the Sabbath, on July 27, 2008. Sean’s father was in from Toronto. We spent the day visiting. Bob was primarily on the hot seat, and much was discussed.
In essential doctrine, he disagrees. We brought up the baptism in the Spirit and gifts, the reconciliation of all things, judgment and “judging,” Billy Graham, the “Brethren” (Bob’s religious affiliation), reality vs. religion, revelation, carnal understanding, the Sabbath, and the meaning of the state of perfection in the believer.
Perhaps the main thing we did tell Bob was that Paul and I were men of God, called to speak the truth plainly, knowing whereof we spoke, without debate. We told Bob he didn’t have the Spirit. At times, he became upset or adamant but tried hard to control himself. Paul quoted the following, which says it all concerning Bob:
“You search the Scriptures, for in them you think you have eternal life. And they are the ones witnessing of Me, and you will not come to Me that you might have life” (John 5:39-40 MKJV).
Bob constantly speaks of “going to the Word.” He had an obvious lifestyle change years ago, turning from his homosexuality, and I gave him credit for experiencing repentance, but now I am not so sure he did. Many undergo a lifestyle change without experiencing the miraculous gift of repentance. Bob has not been to our site. He avoids our teachings.
You, Lord, as I understand it, have comforted me concerning Bob, that by Your grace he received escape of the monster of homosexuality, so that there has been repentance in the soul, but not the spiritual one needed. Therefore, I was right in what I said to him in part.
Today, on July 31st, while working on the lawn, I received a revelation: We delivered a powerful testimony of the Lord and His will to the Wentworth family. They were hit square between the eyes and floored, totally helpless, speechless, without defense. Joyce’s coming was worth it for that.
I had another revelation today: In thinking about John Bossuyt and his owing us money while he gloated over how much he had, it came to me that we were going to have so much money coming in, I would not know what to do with it all. I believe it, Lord; I believe it.
I’ve been so concerned about financial matters, but I’ve never had any reason to be. Now, the Lord promises much more, not that the money is the issue; it isn’t, never was, nor ever will be.
I am realizing my distinct similarities to Solomon (though obviously, there are several distinct differences):
I have songs, poems, and proverbs, and have been given wisdom on many matters. And now there is the new building. What about what people see at our farm when they come – the atmosphere, the lifestyle, good food, the enjoyment of those at the table, as the queen of Sheba witnessed? And now comes a special building?
God spoke a Word to me to this effect: “In his day, I gave the throne to Solomon. In this day, I give it to you. You are My Solomon in this day.” I recall words to this effect: “In other days, I gave the throne to others. In this day, I have given it to you.”
God has also told me that I would have great physical wealth. Years ago, I asked Him for wisdom, according to Solomon’s proverb that says, “Above all things, get wisdom; get it with all your being; sell all you have for it; wisdom is the principal thing.” I knew it could not be requested in envy or for self-glory; I wanted to be delivered of what I considered to be the greatest fool on earth, and I wanted that God would be First, Second, and Third on a list of three primary desirables.
I asked the Lord for two other things as well: I wanted His perfect will, and I implored Him that I would not have Solomon’s sad end but that I would remain fully united with Him always.
Editor’s Note, March 2018: I hang my head in embarrassment at how blind and without understanding I’ve been during all these years that I’m recording in the autobiography. How could I possibly be Solomon? So blind, so clued out, and so contemned by all, not one exempt?
Editor’s Note, Yet April 2022: Yet, even though we’ve been living in Hell with its devilish, stubborn, lazy, wicked inhabitants, there are answers to these things, wonderful answers, which we hope to share in the parts to come. Meantime, suspense and anticipation, do your thing.
I can say this in my defense: While the Lord did say He had given me the throne of rulership, as He gave to Solomon, He didn’t say He had given me Solomon’s wisdom. Perhaps, I’m splitting hairs here, but it’s true.
Ezra Levant, the former owner of the Western Standard, was summoned before the Human Rights Commission by a Muslim imam who complained his feelings were hurt by Ezra’s publishing of the Danish cartoon pictures of Muhammad, which he did for the cause of freedom of speech.
The case was dismissed after the Muslim cleric withdrew the charge, possibly because he found the publicity too onerous for Islam’s image in its present circumstances of trying to win favor in Canada.
Or, had the imam felt he had accomplished his mission? Ezra Levant lost his business and incurred considerable expense in legal fees. Those such as the imam who bring charges to the HRC against anyone are free of any expense. This is pure injustice, plain and simple.
This has greatly grieved me. Lord, what do we do? How do we fight these things? Please, Lord!
I heard Canada Prime Minister Harper call the HRC establishment “egregious.” Surely, it is. While presuming to bring justice to a few downtrodden, it has served to take away justice from most of the society; it has served the selfish interests of a few malcontents like Muslims, disgruntled fired employees, LGBTQXYZ123, and so-called disadvantaged minority groups.
On the morning of Wednesday, August 13, 2008, I awoke having been troubled in the night again over many things. I wrote the following letter to several:
Good morning! I had another bout of questions in the night with the building. Am I in need of another great humbling? I post my picture on the site with a certain pose. We boast about Harvest Haven and its virtues. We boldly “preach” in the Harvest Haven Herald; we get strong with those to whom we write. I spend the bulk of my time writing about myself and others over the past two years.
I look forward to coffee on weekends and wine at Sabbath suppers; I am not losing any more of the weight I should lose, and the list can go on and on. I get “riding high” with customers with a “take it or leave it” attitude. As the proverb goes, “The rich man answers roughly but the poor use entreaties.”
Am I in need of a great pruning or chastening or judgment, Paul? Is this what the building project is all about, growing out of airy-fairy ideas of restaurants, solariums, meeting halls (with wood beams), commercial kitchens, stone or brick bake ovens – none of which are needed at present, or ever, that we can tell?
“Paul, it is all madness! Sheer madness…unless, it is indeed the Lord doing it, and I have no proof of that. It may be my silly notion of many people coming and so we build facilities we don’t need and can’t afford.
“I call myself that prophet, ourselves the two witnesses… If we are wrong, then who needs a great awakening more than we? I’m reading through 2 Chronicles and every king fell, one way or another, sooner or later, Joash, Uzziah, Josiah, Solomon, Jehu…they all fell, Paul. I DON’T WANT TO FALL!!!
“Yet, what hope do I have?
– Faithful Noah got drunk and exposed himself, albeit unintentionally.
– Lot had incestual relations with his daughters, albeit unintentionally, but in drunkenness.
– Meek Moses in anger failed to sanctify the Lord before His people, for which he was punished.
– Righteous David committed adultery and murder, crimes of the most heinous kind, and suffered terrible consequences.
– Wise Solomon in his later years married heathen wives and sank into the depravity of idolatry such as had never been known before or since, considering the heights of grace and wisdom he fell from.
– And righteous Josiah was slain in presumption defying Pharaoh Necho. How then do I stand a chance?
– After Barnabas strove with Paul, we no longer hear of him.
“I know it’s not our righteousness – I certainly know that. I also know that if we need to fall, lose, fail, be defeated, humiliated, whatever, then let it come. I would only hope there would be no longer any need for that; I want that I serve the Lord from the heart, always, never denying Him, never failing Him, for His sake if not my own.
“Any answers? Even now, with these doubts and misgivings, I fail Him, do I not?”
“All I can say is that something very good must be coming when there are such terrific battles in Heaven.
“That makes me delusional subject exhibit A, or I am right, and you have nothing to fear or do, except what God and the saints in Heaven have required of you, which is to rest and believe.”
“I guess if I’m wrong, we all agree and therefore all wrong and in for it. But we’re right, not that we’re right but it’s the Lord’s doing. I just finished a conversation with Mark wherein was said, ‘He has kept us in smaller matters, so why not this greater one?’
“Furthermore, I can’t say the Lord has said anything of a warning or rebuke to me about anything, much less this building. So, if we’re headed for trouble, He’s not just or righteous, not warning us. But we know He’s righteous, so why should we doubt or fear? Yes, Paul, the battle in the heavens is to be fully expected.”
“Let us, therefore, as many as are perfect, be of this mind. And if in anything you are otherwise minded, God shall reveal even this to you (Philippians 3:15 MKJV).” END OF CONVERSATION.
In mid-August of 2008, Lynn Arnold, a professing believer, wrote us. She predicts 2011 as the end of the world and listens to www.familyradio.org, which, she claims, says the same.
Upon reading her letter, if not before, I discerned her spiritual state as described in the following allegory:
I step up to the door of a house and find a mailbox filled to overflowing with unopened mail – almost all old junk mail. The entrance is covered in dust and blown garbage from the neighborhood. The door is wide open. I call inside and find no signs of life.
I walk into the house and immediately smell a strange mixture of scents, bad and good, mostly bad, so unpleasant as to be nauseating. Things are strewn everywhere. In the living room, the carpet is well worn and there’s no furniture. I see take-out food spilled on the floor, smeared over the walls, and dog dung in many places.
Stepping over these things, I proceed in the hallway to find buckets of unrelated objects, cardboard boxes, cutlery, car parts, and living room furniture.
In the bedrooms are lumber, carpenter tools, cosmetic makeup, and plumbing parts. There are beds, but the box springs are upside down and on top of the mattresses. Fitted sheets are drawn over the box springs. No pillows.
In the bathrooms are broken children’s toys, suitcases, and an entertainment unit, with electrical cords everywhere. The toilet, sink, and shower have never been used. The tub is heaping full of molding grass and straw. I find a recipe box under the sink. The recipes are strange, including incompatible substances, like sugar, gasoline, Vaseline, bleach, and chewing gum; the quantities are just as strange. No water in the taps.
I go to the kitchen; I open the cupboards to find old worn-out shoes, clean and soiled laundry mixed, and used toxic toiletries. I see unopened boxes and cans of processed human junk foods in the cat litter box. There’s porn, jigsaw puzzles, and junk mail, but no Bible or anything close to it.
I open the fridge to find lettuce in the freezer, ice cream in the crisper, and other items in similar disarray, but it makes no difference because the fridge isn’t plugged in, and if it were, the power supply isn’t functioning. The oven is stuffed with houseplants, most of which are spindly and almost a whitish, pale green; some dead.
Shades and curtains are drawn over most of the windows in the house, and when I open them, it seems the windows haven’t been cleaned in many years.
Throughout the house, the ceilings are very low, and the light fixtures hold no bulbs. There is a basement but the door leading to it is sealed shut. END OF MESSAGE.
Paul and I wrote Lynn and passed this on to her with the following closing:
“Someone is living in that house, or trying to, but has never found out how to live. It is your house, Lynn.”
She rejected it as expected.
Marilyn realized she had been angry and bitter at her father. We talked and I wonder if this is not now a breakthrough for her.
Editor’s Note, April 27, 2022: It seems there was a breakthrough. Things were different for Marilyn soon thereafter.
Arthur Ssajjabi of Uganda sent us this prophecy around August 21, 2008:
“2 chronicles 20:37
Eliezer son of Dodavah of Mareshah prophesied against Jehoshaphat saying, Because you have made an alliance with Ahaziah, the Lord will destroy what you have made. The ships were wrecked and were not able to set sail to trade.
“The Lord God of Heaven is sending Judgement.
The wrath of the Lord is already kindled;
The Spirit of God is against you;
The angel of God is Guarding the Tree of Life with a sword in his hands.
“Genesis 3:24 – After He drove the man out, He placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden, cherubim and a flaming sword, flashing back and forth to guard the way to the Tree of Life.
“The wicked will not stand under God’s Judgment. The wind is being sent from the presence of the Most High God, to blow away anything which was not planted by God.
“Psalms 1:4-5 – Not so the wicked! They are like chaff that the wind blows away, therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment.
“The wind is coming to blow away anyone who is being used to mislead the true sons of God.
“* Disagreement is coming, separation is coming, great, great friends will be terminated by the Spirit of God, unless repentance and change are given their way, some will be lost permanently in the spirit of delusion.
“*You will never have the same mind as you have been in all your networks; the Lord is coming down to scatter you all and no one has the power to resist Him. Gen 11:5-9
“*There will be divorce in families as a sign of God’s Judgment against the spirit of delusion.
“*There will be those who will fall asleep before their time as a sign of judgment (1 Corinthians 11:27-30).
“There will be great losses in business, in seasons and in many other things (Acts 27:21-22).
“Confusion and spirit of madness until true repentance is reached (Deut. 28:20).
“The Spirit of God is going to expose who people are.”
Victor please, Am not following Robert.
Job 33:4 – The Spirit of God has made me and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.
Job 32:8 – But it is the spirit in man, the breath of the Almighty that gives him understanding.
Prophet /servant Arthur Ssajjabi Prince.”
Editor’s Note, March 4, 2018 – 2022: This prophecy was over 9 years ago. Surely, several of these things have been fulfilled and so far, I see nothing here that should have been fulfilled of the prophecy that hasn’t been. Remarkable. Paul, Sara, the Bensons, and several others are gone now, as Arthur prophesied. Just today, a fellow, James Magill, wrote to many who were with us 5 years ago and no longer, wondering what was happening.
Lord, how should I believe that there should be any other explanation than that You spoke these things to come to pass? Surely, You have spoken and not another spirit! And I’m so thankful these things have happened! SO thankful!
Those people were all lying and rebelling against me. Now they have been replaced by others who care, are telling the truth, and helping in any way they’re able – the Vanpoptas, Ronnie Tanner, James Sorochan, Nicholas (formerly naming himself “Michael”) Preston, Braden Preston, Sabine Smit, Terri Cabreros, Simon Hall, Dan Lysthauge, Andrew Battaglia, Lori Reneri, Igor Palkoci, Tony Polanco, Rochelle Millan, Sarah Stuckey, Stephen Beiler, his wife, and sons, Isaiah Dillard, Lynn Farris, Alan Agnew, Thierry Bwuzure, Steven and Karen Bongard, Jorge Rodriguez, Scott Sandell, Tony Tan, Tang Williams, and others.
LATER NOTE AFTER OTHER DEVELOPMENTS, CONSIDERATIONS, AND DISCUSSION WITH MARTIN VANPOPTA, I CONSIDER I WAS MISTAKEN: Arthur Ssajjabi’s prophecy was not of God. Devils knew of the lies behind the scenes. They know of coming judgments (“Have You come to torment us before the time?”). This prophecy only condemned; it offered no hope or promise of better things. We have been blessed and not cursed by these events, though the wicked have been exposed and cursed.
You have redeemed us, Father, in Your grace, goodness, and mercy. Thank You!!!!
Editor’s Notes, March 2021: I’m embarrassed to acknowledge that several of the names in the list above whom I thought were faithful and that I had hoped would remain so, proved to be false brothers and sisters, people who failed to go all the way. Many are the examples of the fallen and unfaithful in the Scriptures and many are those in our lives who have grieved and disappointed us. There it is, “a great falling away,” as the apostle Paul prophesied:
2 Thessalonians 2:3,4 KJV
3 Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;
4 Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.
Matthew 24:12-13 KJV
“And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.
But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.”
2 Timothy 3:1-5 KJV
“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; having a form of godliness but denying the Power thereof: from such turn away.”
Betrayal and denial of faith after a record of apparent devotion and faithfulness happen. The apostle Paul gives several reports of such experiences. Best to let it go and commit it all to God Who judges all things.
We all gathered at the building site and prayed, committing the whole project into the Lord’s hands. I am at the place now where even if I fall as the fool, I say, “Let’s do it.” I don’t wish to continue as a fool, if I am such, and am perfectly willing to be fully and publicly exposed as one.
“If I perish, I perish,” said Esther when committing herself to do what she believed God would have her do. But I believe God is giving us this building and will complete it for us. We have confessed our total inability in terms of finances, wisdom, expertise, and resources to build the “Door to the World.”
I believed that as we prayed, we would receive a prophetic utterance, a Word from the Lord, and we did. I also expected it to come from Lois, which it did. She said we needed to “open our hearts to the project/building,” that is, we are to believe and receive from the Lord what He is doing and enjoy it.
I believe it will be an ongoing, daily miracle. So far, we have seen great enthusiasm from many people:
– James has brought the heavy equipment to do the digging with his experience and expertise
– Blake Evernden has expressed a desire to do a documentary on the whole building process
– Japanese timber framers are wanting to be involved, without excessive care about remuneration commensurate with their skills
– a fellow has offered a heavy-duty forklift to unload a large load of blocks Sunday or Monday
– Trevor spotted a transit worth $400 to $500 at Wally’s irrigation, which we purchased for $200
– we have beams we have been collecting for years, with more on the way (our not knowing what we would do with them)
– Paula Baker-Laporte was very capable and willing to come and design for us at a reasonable price (this seems to have changed)
– the government agencies are approving the unique structure
– the inspector (Richard Pistol) is quite reasonable and accommodating
– we are finding clay sources for our straw/clay walls that may be quite amenable or convenient and inexpensive to our needs
– the site lends itself beautifully to our building
– the Korean, Yoshi, may be able to help us with the electrical
– our neighbor, Keith Shapansky, and his brother are lending us cementing equipment and advising us while getting us discount rates for cement from Inland by his contractor privileges
– a fellow in the wood-framing industry has knowledge, skill, and contacts in the world and is making available to us a commercial mill to process the cedar and fir timbers
– many people are enthused about the project when it is mentioned to them
– Trevor has favor with engineer George in Lethbridge, who is advising us
– a fellow from Europe, whom Mark met in New Mexico, expresses interest in coming to build us an oven….
The list goes on.
Father, thank You. Yes, I’ve no doubt I deserve nothing but the worst. I also know You are merciful and in full control; however, I don’t ask for Your mercy. If it’s Your will and wisdom that I perish before the world as the perfect fool, I accept.
I believe You are building this for Your glory, and for our benefit and that of many others throughout the world. For this, I’m very thankful.
A prayer: “I also know it’s not about these physical things, even as David and Solomon confessed and acknowledged concerning a structure thousands of times more glorious than this one. But today, You build a greater structure than theirs which You gave them, and that is Your House made without hands. That is our heritage and our rest, all glory and praise and honor to You, Lord of Heaven and earth and all things!”
Paul is preparing for the Helena Library hearing on homosexual porn, particularly The Joy of Gay Sex, by Felice Picano, an utterly vile piece of literature, which Paul found available on the shelves for anyone who wanted it. Two blog sites and the Independent Record, a Helena newspaper, are posting comments, several vile and stupid; not unusual.
On October 21st, 2008, about 30 people attended the hearing at the Helena Library. They gave Paul extraordinarily little opportunity to speak. The hearing was chaired by a spiritually ugly woman who has a homosexual son, I believe. She was biased all the way.
However, Paul and Sara had the victory in themselves. In the end, the board approved the book for public availability. I’m told that if anyone were to distribute this material as a private individual, by law they could be arrested and criminally charged. Go figure. The law is for some and not others; for library patrons but not libraries, for adults on the street, and not for children in the library. How does that work?
Nobody stood against The Joy of Gay Sex; all stood supportive of it, as we expected. So be it; we did what was needful and the record stands on our site and in Heaven.
Lot, hear the beat of fists on your door. Know it isn’t your day that has come but theirs. This is the Day of the Lord.
Maclean’s September 1, 2008, magazine published an article containing a chapter from Major General Lewis MacKenzie’s memoir, Soldiers Made Me Look Good. In that chapter, MacKenzie spoke of Dallaire’s deadly error in Rwanda that cost the lives of many of his men. MacKenzie severely criticized him for going by the book instead of having the wisdom and common sense to assess the situation and make necessary decisions on time.
Dallaire’s stance in terms of priorities was mission first, always, then the men, then self (leader). MacKenzie contends that at times, albeit rare, the leader must know to drop the mission and save his men.
By God’s will, we met Dallaire some time ago and I tried to talk to him. He wouldn’t listen. Now we see his ignorance, arrogance, pride, and I dare say, guilt, stalking and haunting him.
What is particularly harmful, says Major General MacKenzie, is that Dallaire insists on his modus operandi and will thereby stand to influence future peacekeeping forces to endanger themselves by making the same mistakes. Pride goes wide and deep, giving a damn about nobody, yet damning many.
In any case, while “a man’s heart devises his way, the Lord directs his steps.” The evil had to happen, and I wanted Dallaire to know it. If he red my paper, The Purpose of Good and Evil, and understood what I was trying to tell him, though he was at fault, he could still be relieved by knowledge of the truth, perhaps especially when he was at fault. I now see how he could be dismissive or defensive because of a guilty conscience. Maybe he red the paper and maybe it will serve to minister to him at the appointed time. It is in the Lord’s hands. Meanwhile, he suffers his sin.
Sara’s grandmother requested Sara’s presence at her grandfather’s funeral, offering to pay for the flight ticket. We agreed she should go. I had this letter for her:
“May you have a blessed trip and may they know that the Lord is with you. They will. Be prepared to speak for the Lord and to help in the mundane wherever you can. Don’t wait for them to do it just because you are a visitor, or one separated from them. Be a good example in all things. While you stop the mouths of gainsayers and accusers, don’t feel you need to convince or change them.
“Often, while they speak, you may not need to say anything. The battle is the Lord’s. Stand still and watch His salvation. He will take and is taking care of everything. Don’t strive with those who contradict themselves but be prepared to answer and to question, yes, to question, as necessary.
“Questions will expose and present a mirror. Questions will turn their questions and remarks to face themselves. Whether they’re shocked or refuse to look, it doesn’t matter. Don’t look for questions or ponder for them – if they come, they come; if they don’t, leave it; not a problem.
“And remember, God is finished winking; He is with you and will supply all your needs of every kind at every turn. Believe.”
Today, on September 10th, as on several other occasions, we debated whether we should keep the land Sabbath in 2009 as we did in 2002. I’ve been incessantly asking the Lord about this and am concluding we won’t be doing so, it not being His present will.
My question then is why we kept the land Sabbath in 2002. Are we wrong now or were we wrong then, or was it that God tried us at that time to see if we were willing to do it, despite the opposition and scoffing of some religious people (I have certain Reformed persons in mind)?
We were thankful for that year, which, according to various sources in the media, happened to be the worst year for agriculture in Western Canadian history since records were kept, so we heard the media report.
As a possible result of keeping the land Sabbath, we launched into other products and health fields, these perhaps given to us by God for the direction we took in obedience with the land Sabbath that year. While this is a distinct and reasonable possibility, I can’t say I know for sure.
“What was once the thing to do, He’ll no longer wink at. What was once so wrong, now we grow right into.” – Song, To Do or Not to Do.
Today, on September 12th, I asked for a conference call with Paul, Mark, Lois, and Trevor, with Sara present and Marilyn present part of the time (Ingrid was informed later). After Mark again complained about Trevor not cooperating with the building and making mistakes, and his resisting Mark at almost every turn, I decided enough is enough. We can’t go on this way.
Trevor has been 24 years of sheer frustration to all. I gave him an ultimatum: From now on he submits to Mark as unto the Lord or he is out, immediately, no stalling, no wait-and-see approach. We’re done.
Prayer: “Yes, we will be in trouble without him, but if we do the right thing, You, Lord, will provide and give us far more than what we had. As always, we will be so much better off. Father, Your will, not mine, be done.”
Paul made the point: “What kind of example is Trevor setting for Sean, Mary, and all others?” I’m chagrined we put up with Trevor all this time with his attitude. No more. I did this with Mary, now I do it with Trevor. I’m set as steel against Trevor now, as with Mary. By God’s grace, I will not relent. Trevor is finished, and God is finished winking.
We’re entering a new phase now, one of higher discipline, obedience, submission, commitment, and responsibility. The old is going and the new approaches. The old must make way. Those who cling to the old or prefer it are finished.
On the 14th, Trevor declared his choice to repent and submit to Mark and all. He chooses to stay and obey. Mark reports that he feels like his headache is gone with Trevor having repented and submitted.
On September 19th, 2008, I was troubled about the building again. I thought of the property taxes we must pay, which is not a problem if the building is of the Lord. Is it?
One, I’ve never been warned against building it, though You, Lord, have warned me against so many other things, and protected me.
Two, everyone has agreed to go with it, not one dissenting or warning voice.
Three, You have already provided people, advice, and other good things for the building. Your blessing appears to be with us thus far.
Four, even Trevor has suddenly changed. I said to Lois that the building venture would be worth it for that alone! He has been 24 years of sheer trouble and misery for everyone.
Five, for what it’s worth, there’s Marilyn’s prophecy of September 1996, two-part.
Six, with several people there has been remarkable interest in the building, though they aren’t that connected to us.
Seven, the expert input from several people, even around the world.
Eight, Blake Evernden chooses to do a documentary on it. How often does something like that happen?
We received direction today to deal with Mary – disciplining her in new thought patterns, likened to erasing a blackboard and replacing the trash with worthwhile material – a constant, deliberate, unyielding practice. She must be confronted, reminded, and corrected.
Nobody has ever done that for her. All her life, she has been surrounded by nonsense and permitted to live and speak it, which has rendered her a very confounded woman. Henceforth, she must be stopped in her tracks when wandering from the relevant subject at hand (as she constantly does) and constantly brought back to the issue.
Marilyn came home today late and was tired. It has been a hectic pace for her, and I haven’t been patient and understanding, though I try. On the other hand, it annoys me how she prefers to do many things herself and often doesn’t ask Jonathan to help her. I’ve spoken to her about this several times. I too am willing to help but she gets sulky and says, “It’s okay, I’ll do it myself.” So, I let her do it.
On September 24th, 2008, we received an email from John Kaat of Michigan, who had Dutch Reformed family ties in our area. He was told by someone who knew us that we kept the Sabbath. He wanted to join us for the weekend when he arrived with his wife Joletta and their six children in an RV to visit her family, for he too was a Sabbath keeper.
In the visit with them, we came to realize that they didn’t have the Spirit and that John was in his carnal mind about the things of God, full of excruciating, long-drawn-out detail that never went anywhere. He also assumed he was in a position of ministry, which, without the Spirit of God, no man is. John was a mess spiritually, and it seems their marriage was strained by his self-righteousness.
However, one significant matter arose because of our contact. John told me of the torment the NRC (Netherland Reformed Church) people were suffering from Calvinist doctrine. According to him, many are frustrated with God that He would predestine them to eternal damnation. They conclude themselves damned because they don’t feel they are saved. Because of our talks, and with hopes to help these people, we wrote The Fruit of Cain Multiplied: The Murderer John Calvin.
Calvin continues to destroy souls to this day. I’m told there have been suicides and nervous breakdowns over his evil doctrines. With such doctrine, how shall I not believe it? The sorcerer!
Notes: This very report of John Kaat’s isn’t the only one we’ve received. Also, for what it’s worth, it so happens John’s visit falls on the 12th anniversary of Marilyn’s prophecy of September 24, 1996.
From the last few days of September or the first few days of October 2008.
Paul and I were watching the evening news around the time of the $700 billion bail-out package before it was approved. I saw a building that looked like a whitish blob, kind of jiggly and formless, and there were fat men in black suits standing around it and slapping Band-Aids on it, in hopes that it would stay together. I knew it wouldn’t.
I had words with it – “All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again.”
In the night of October 03/04, 2008, I dreamt I was in a living room/den in a large, wide-open house where perhaps 12 to 15 people were gathered to visit. Lil Hafichuk (nee Wilchowy), Ernie Hafichuk’s late wife, was there. She seemed several years older than when I last saw her in this world at the main door of the Ukrainian Catholic Hall at our wedding in December 1974 in Dauphin. She was not blond now, as then, but gray, with long hair neatly done up; she was conservatively dressed, with a summer/fall coat.
I was kind of surprised to see her, and yet not. I approached her and gave her an affectionate hug, more than once perhaps. I then realized that by a curious set of circumstances, we were meeting there so that I might tell her something. I knew she had lost a young daughter and realized why she lost her. It was because of that day in Dauphin when she stared at me with anger or hatred.
As we sat in that living room or den, I was waiting to speak to her and began to do so but others were talking. There were also 2 clocks on the wall, somewhat different in appearance, which began sounding the hour late in the evening. Along with people talking, there was too much noise for me to be heard and for them to be paying attention to me.
I waited. Meanwhile, Lil stepped out of the room for a bit and was looking at some articles on a table or something like that. I waited until the clocks stopped. She returned, the people stopped talking, and I told others to discourage further distracting conversations and movements.
The dream ended there but I knew I would have the opportunity in minutes to tell her why she lost her daughter (it seemed they also had a son). I also felt she would be receptive to what I was about to tell her.
Aunt Lil died prematurely of illness several years ago; I attributed her death to her obvious enmity toward me in Christ. To my knowledge, they did not lose a daughter.
I saw the two clocks sounding at a late hour as two dimensions, the spiritual and this world (Heaven and earth), operating in synchronicity.
Jonathan started his computer business, Don’t Panic – Computer Basics, the main thrust of which was to help computer illiterate people set up and operate their PCs with simplicity. He was qualified to do this work, having spent over 10 years at it, many hours nearly every day.
Jonathan received a call responding to a poster from a young Mr. Kippert, principal of Providence Christian School in Monarch, Alberta, to service their computers. Jonathan accepted, hiring himself out at $30/hour, a reasonable rate, but was negotiated down to $20, which he accepted, seeing he was just starting and wished to get his business going.
After a day, Kippert dickered him down to $15, arguing that Jonathan was inexperienced at the kind of work he was asked to do. Jonathan still did the work for them, to their satisfaction.
That was not the end of it. On October 3rd, Jonathan received a call from Mr. Kippert asking him to come in. Jonathan assumed there were further services required but he was wrong; he was in for a bit of a shock. Mr. Kippert said someone told them Jonathan had offered someone the password to the school computer system.
Jonathan, knowing instantly what had likely occurred, told Mr. Kippert that John Rienstra (a mischievous and lying boy in our neighborhood, with whom several had various troubles) had asked him for the password and Jonathan refused him. Kippert said he appreciated Jonathan’s work and believed him but the board decided, for security’s sake, to hire a computer tech (bonded, I presume).
Paul thought we should call the board to task. I agreed, not that we wanted the work back, but on second thought, I let it pass.
The Lord seems to be taking Jonathan through “the school of hard knocks” with every step he takes, right from exiting the womb. Providence Christian School of Monarch, Alberta, was one such knock.
On October 5th, a peculiar thought entered my mind: “If any do not believe that I am that prophet, they do not believe at all (in Jesus Christ).”
“And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said to me, See, do not do it! I am your fellow servant, and of your brothers who have the testimony of Jesus. Worship God, for the testimony of Jesus is the Spirit of Prophecy” (Revelation 19:10 MKJV).
On the night of October 6th, 2008, Marilyn saw us in a comfortable nest while a hurricane was raging around us. We were perfectly safe. The context was in large part the troubled, turbulent stock markets and collapses of large, old financial institutions around the world.
Editor’s Note, April 2022: We thought the vision spoke of the troubled time then but I see that it was a message for what was to come. Look at it now! And we ARE safe.
Jonathan called me at 5:35 PM to say he inadvertently failed to pay for an energy bar at Save-On and was picked up by security as he was headed out the door. They didn’t charge, fine, or arrest him but he is banned from Save-On for one year. Should he step on the property within that time, he will be arrested for trespassing.
Jonathan has been so absent-minded recently with many things; it’s worrisome because it’s not like him. I wonder about all kinds of things. “What is going wrong with his mind?” He forgets, doesn’t pay attention, and worst of all isn’t thinking.
I thought: he just turned 17, which is commonly called the “age of unreason,” a period when bizarre things happen. I hope that’s all it is. I also hope to talk to Save-On security and management at the earliest opportunity.
Today, on October 14th, 2008, I feel trashy and bothered about many things:
Bonnie Kam (nee Johnston) – I wonder why I lent her the money. She is self-pitying, defensive, suspicious, stubborn, bull-headed, and scatter-brained, and I lend her money without any collateral. Why should I give her anything?
I’m bothered about how I mishandled Kurt MacPherson and how the rock work is left undone for the third year now.
I’m bothered about Bossuyts, about two plantar warts on my toe from walking on the lawn barefoot, and about lack of energy (to be expected from being on the computer every day). I’m bothered about a sensitive tooth, and the need for servicing many things around the house that need maintenance and repair.
Yet, in retrospect, I see over and over that the Lord blesses, solves, prevents, provides, keeps, guides, comforts, and encourages.
Editor’s Note, April 2022: He took care of Bonnie Kam, Kurt MacPherson, John Bossuyt, plantar warts, lack of energy, the tooth, and servicing all necessary things in the home. I had nothing to be concerned about.
(Not sure when I had it)
In this dream, I could fly and remain suspended in the air at will. As I flew, I stopped over a particular woman on the ground who saw me and perhaps needed help, but she could not believe I was in the air and rejected what I was saying and doing as nonsense and unbelievable. Her visage was hard, and she wanted nothing to do with me.
That often seems to be the case as the Lord sends us from Heaven to testify, and those who are of the earth cannot believe what they see. This is especially so for the religious, who claim to see but do not: “If your eye is not single, how great is the darkness!”
I, Victor, replied: It came to me on October 18th of 2008 that this was about Marcia. The message was certainly fulfilled.
Iceland is suddenly in big financial trouble by going into debt. Just a short while ago, it was rated as the best country in the world to live in! The biggest and the best are falling, falling, falling… Merrill Lynch, Lehman Bros, AIG, Iceland, America….
Occasionally, this fellow would write and bitterly criticize us. We would respond but he wouldn’t listen, only argue sarcastically, and condemn us. Just yesterday and today, I was seeing a picture of him, which appears quite different from what one witnesses in his external life. I wrote this letter to him, with a description of what I saw (Paul also wrote, revealing to him that I am that prophet):
“Are you not pontificating, you poor devil? Are you not a miserable wretch that doesn’t have a life but must search and wander in darkness, stumbling and fumbling for purpose, trying to have some worth, some reason for living? You have no friends, no companions to comfort you, no real reason for living.
“You profess faith but you have none, yet you try to persuade us that you do. You’re empty; your soul is void of any satisfaction. Is that not true, Michael?
“I see a man. He is gaunt and pale, wearing glasses, unkempt, his face unwashed, hair uncombed, complexion sickly, his clothes are old and grubby, body and breath smelly. He has no use for a wholesome diet; he eats junk food and even that without desire or pleasure. He rarely if ever brushes his teeth and doesn’t bathe any more than is necessary; he sees no necessity for it.
“He spends almost all his time in a tiny, dark, dirty, cluttered room, with shades drawn closed to keep out the sun. There’s nobody to care for him and his need, and nobody to witness his wretchedness. He uses a tiny lamp to see his desk and a few, worthless belongings. He’s past shifting or noticing the articles in his room; he has lost his interest in them, yet they are all he has.
“He is on subsistence, quite incapable of sustaining himself in any way, yet he denies his state and tries to persuade people he has some value and dignity. His computer is his one portal out of his misery, not so much as an escape but a suggestion of one, a tool of deception allowing him to display a false image of himself. Yet, even that doesn’t work as he would like because he’s so bound within that nothing he does can deliver or serve him.”
Paul and Sara arrived on October 24th in time for Sabbath supper, driving a white 2004 Sienna van from Lethbridge Volkswagen, formerly Vanee Motors. We arranged with Rick Webb, the salesman, to have the car until 10 AM the next day, in consideration of purchasing. They pressured us, telling us there was someone else interested – a common sales tactic. I guessed I needed such to prompt me to a decision, I being so indecisive in such matters.
After supper, Paul and I took a short drive. Marilyn and I liked the van.
The next morning, we dropped off the van en route to the farm. Rick Laderoute, the sales manager, told us someone was coming to see the van at 11, suggesting we buy if we don’t want to lose the opportunity. I told him and Rick Webb that we wouldn’t do business on the Sabbath; if the van sold, that was okay but if not, we would take it. Marilyn said that if it was meant for us, God would see to it.
In the night, it came to me to say to them, “Perhaps that customer needs the van more than we do. Let him have his chance at it.” I didn’t want to be pressured. I came to the place where if I got it, fine; if not, fine, though I seemed to feel it was a decent deal and that it was for us.
Last Thursday morning, in the process of deciding on the van, I realized I was habitually, chronically indecisive in such mundane matters and confessed it to Marilyn, wondering why.
Then Paul had the words Friday evening, I believe, that it was because of fear of loss. Yes, that was most certainly true. I said I wanted out of that.
As we arrived at the dealer, we prayed and I asked the Lord to arrange that I would be delivered of that fear and indecision. Sara received, “It’s yours.”
Lois knew that I asked the Lord to give me healing in these sorts of financial matters. She received that I would receive both the van and the healing.
We went in, talked to the men, and Rick Laderoute asked if he could come and close the deal Sunday morning. I said “Yes.” We left the van there and headed to the farm.
Rick Laderoute arrived Sunday morning. We bought the van and visited for 3 hours, talking much of spiritual matters, and I gave Rick our site address, The Path of Truth. He heard many things – a tough and shrewd bird with a mind of his own, but not closed, even if he thinks it is.
Rick seemed happy with the deal and with the matters discussed (I didn’t dicker with him).
He said he would go to our site. When someone asked him what happened to the prospective buyer the day before, Rick said he hadn’t shown up. Easy enough to say.
By Monday, October 27th, I still didn’t have the victory over the fear of loss and resultant indecision. I couldn’t see any origin of the problem, though I saw instances in the past where I was cheated or outmaneuvered in sales and purchases; it didn’t take much.
Then, as I recorded these things here and talked to Paul, admitting my continuing shortfall, it came to me. God never said, “Love mammon with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength,” but that we love God so, and our neighbor as ourselves. Indeed, in loving mammon we would hate God, and vice versa.
Then, I saw how I hated God and neighbor in all my negotiations, especially in buying items where prices aren’t established as firm. I was destroying souls, at least in part, by being chintzy and driving hard bargains, as Rick and Sharon Swihart did with me in 1984 on our trailer, though professing Christ and inviting me to their First Congregational Church.
We’re to make friends to ourselves of the mammon of unrighteousness so that when we fail, the benefits of proper use of mammon might receive us into that which endures – everlasting habitations of love and companionship, things that endure.
Luke 16: 9,10:
“I tell you, make friends for yourselves using ·worldly riches [ the mammon/wealth of unrighteousness] so that when those riches are gone [fail; run out], you will be welcomed in those homes that continue forever [eternal dwellings/tents; C God’s presence]. 10 Whoever ·can be trusted [is faithful] with a little ·can also be trusted [is also faithful] with a lot, and whoever is ·dishonest [unjust] with a little is ·dishonest [unjust] with a lot.
Mammon, that is, earthly possessions and pleasures last but a moment, but friends or the benefits people may receive from us and we from them can last indefinitely. I must use my money to serve my neighbor. I’ve been doing the very opposite – using my neighbors, as the whole world does, to gather riches, which is an abomination to both God and man.
Money is of little worth, but souls are priceless.
I felt very badly when I realized how I’d been with mammon. “Why so long, Lord?” I wondered out loud. Paul mentioned how happy, thankful, and appreciative those were who came to benefit after so long of being without. Try Charles Dickens’ classical character, Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol.
There are several Biblical examples, to name a few: the woman who washed the Lord’s feet with her tears and hair, loving much; Zacchaeus, the repentant and joyful tax collector; and Saul of Tarsus, the converted persecutor of believers miraculously transformed to the apostle Paul!
I now look forward to transactions as an opportunity to bless people, to be generous and liberal, and considerate. I was also thankful I didn’t badger Rick for the bottom dollar.
Editor’s Note, April 2022: I’ve had my trials with failures since then but also a notable pattern of improvement, increasing as time passes.
Today, on November 4th, 2008, a significant election in American history is being held. Obama will win and the US will be handed over to powers the people will not at all appreciate. It will be ugly. But have they appreciated all the good they’ve had? God must judge America and the world.
I believe God gave the American people another chance with Ralph Nader in 2000, and they rejected it. I see that they were also offered an option with Ron Paul in this last election but rejected his wisdom as well. Now the judgment must come.
I see Barack Obama as representative of the grand finale of the US, of the democracies of iron and clay, and the end of the image of Daniel. Our time approaches. Woe to America.
Sara Schmidt writes:
“Paul was telling me that there was a lot of correspondence between us and Harold Green (a fellow who argued with and criticized us), and Paul wasn’t sure that anyone would ever read it. I strongly felt or saw the following:
“A time is coming, soon, when our words will be held in such esteem that they will be considered the most important and precious thing in the universe. The words I had were, ‘more precious than gold,’ but even gold seemed cheap in comparison. People will have a great desire, yearning for these teachings in the Lord, and every element of what we have to teach will be highly regarded and cherished.”
I’ve been having more pleasure with Jonathan recently. It seems he enjoys my company; I suspect he always would have, all things remaining normal, but I just had no idea that he cared, though I should have known. I have missed him.
Taking a walk today on November 10th, I met with Josephine Kush who informed me her husband George suffered a heart attack last July. Seeing George, he has greatly aged, his head and facial hair silver-gray. She says he has had a life history of infections like pneumonia multitudinous times.
It was only days ago that Jonathan was wondering if anything had ever happened to George Kush, seeing something always seemed to happen to our enemies – he knew of George’s betraying me in 1989. I told him George wasn’t received in this community, though he may desire to be. Now, there is this news, which is on the 19th anniversary of the day which he had turned on me on November 10th, 1989.
Who says there is no God?
I wonder if his attack was on the 10th of July.
Tell me, with such frequent and extraordinary timings, even verifiable, that there is no God or that He isn’t Perfectly Supreme.
On November 10, 2008, while watching the news, which has been predominated by bad economic news, I saw in my mind’s eye a casino gambling table with many chips on it representing people’s accumulated wealth. I then saw the long tool the casino operator uses to gather the chips from the losers (which was everyone) moving over the table and sweeping it clean. They lost all that they had.
Then I heard or knew from the Lord that we would be receiving all that was being gathered.
I often think about Muslim terrorists bombing us for what they consider blasphemy on our site against Muhammad, Islam, and the Koran, and for our public support for Israel, flying the Star of David in the front yard of the farm.
I’ve decided I’d sooner die than live in fear, shutting my mouth while allowing these monsters to intimidate and kill, as is their nature and custom. Then I spoke these words, which I believe the Lord has given me many times in different expressions:
“Terrorists will not come anywhere near you or your interests because I will prevent them from doing so. I told you that if you take care of My interests, I will take care of yours.
If you believe that, there is nothing you will hesitate to do for Me because you will be fully assured that you have nothing to fear – nothing at all. Speak, My son; it is Our day.”
Page 8 PART FOUR– Bernalillo to Moon River (cont.) Particle – Split Tree Falls on Fred's House While visiting Fred and Delores, I had a vision wherein I saw a great tree, cut off at the top and bottom, trimmed, and split in two down the center. I saw half of it come slamming down on top of Fred's log house, crushing it. The second half of that log fell, landing on top of the first, matching the splits (the first with split up, the second with split down). I interpreted it to mean that Fred's house was finished. Particle – Ivah and Leah Revealed Delores wanted us to visit her friend, Ivah. Ivah's husband was in prison, and her daughter, Leah, was living with her. Ivah was in her fifties, very thin, and professed to believe, though she seemed quite confused. Scars on her neck evidenced her having undergone surgery for cancer. Leah was in her early twenties. While Leah had gone along with her mother's religious activities, she was now dating a Catholic fellow, drinking, and generally living contrary to her mother's wishes. When I asked her about it, she said she wasn't interested in following after God, that she had tried it and gotten nowhere. (Of course, it was a case of the blind leading the blind and having fallen into the ditch.) I had thought that the vision I had was of them. The strange thing, however, was that Leah's hair wasn't thick, long, and black at all, but medium brown and short, and her skin wasn't dark, but very pale, almost a light cream. The...
Page 16 PART TWO – Pentecost to Israel (cont.) Particle – Satan Comes in Three Days to Try Shortly after Bob received the Spirit, he received a Word from the Lord. He prophesied that in three days, Satan would come to try him and me. Within three days, Bob was walking down Main Street in Dauphin when a car pulled over. The driver was looking for a homosexual relationship. Bob refused and the driver went his way. Within those three days, I received a call from the Anglican priest of Dauphin, Don Varcoe, who requested we meet in his office. He was involved in the Charismatic movement, claiming to have received the Spirit of God. He met regularly with the ministers of various churches in the town and promoted the “gifts of the Spirit.” He also held Charismatic meetings in his home, aided by his wife, who did much of the speaking. A sparse few met. Marilyn and I attended once to see if there was anything there and found it quite lifeless. Meeting with him, Don was dressed in his priestly black suit and clerical collar. He told me he had spoken to Ann Doucette, I had greatly disturbed her, and he was speaking to me for her sake. (I don't recall if anything specific was mentioned, other than, perhaps, that I spoke to people about the faults of the church systems.) I was somewhat taken aback by the report, not aware at the time that Ann had a problem with me or anything I said, but I stood my ground on anything I had spoken or taught, not accepting his “wise counsel....
Page 17 PART TWO – Pentecost to Israel (cont.) Particle – Learning My Father's Business On more than one occasion, Aunt Hazel tried to tone me down in my zeal to speak to my family about the Lord. I recall speaking to my sister Barbara on the phone from Aunt Hazel's home. Barbara foolishly and ignorantly accused me of reading a prepared script to her. Hazel felt I shouldn't have been saying anything to her. She was right, and she was wrong. I wasn't ready to sow or reap, and my sister wasn't ready to receive. I was preachy. It seems to me it would have been better to just share my life's experience, if anything at all, and leave it at that. Or perhaps I simply should have walked away. Yet, as I now see it, babies must burp, gurgle, soil their diapers, fail, be disappointed, and learn by trial and error. It is part of the process in all of His creation. These things are natural and necessary. I must therefore conclude that, as awkward as I was, and as foolish as it appeared, it was good that I spoke – all part of His plan. Sadly, Barb would pay a horrific price for her opposition in time to come. Particle – Battling and Baffling the Baha'i There was an arts instructor at the technical institute in Dauphin who did some ceramics. I decided to meet with him to seek out possible benefits for ARC Industries. He was an Egyptian and a member of the Baha'i religion. He invited me to his home, so Marilyn and I visited him and his wife. They soon brought forth their b...