The Final Times and Seasons

It is with much interest that I enter into these times of the midst of the week. I have reason to believe that some of the world is looking hungrily on, waiting for the passing of this time, so that they might say, "Uhuh, uhuh, I told you so," similarly to those who looked on during the final days of the Millerites. I know all of these things, but they matter not to me. When I was drawn, and even forced, to go to Sandpoint from Southern California, it mattered not what men thought of it, or of me. And when I was forced to come to New Mexico for these 3½ years, it mattered not again what men thought. All I know now, is that I want to leave and be drawn even more to my precious friend, and nothing is before me to do but ascend. The day and the hour, and the times and the seasons, are all in Father's hands. No man can ascend, except he be drawn of the Father, and that drawing is not a mere, "I want to go to something better, where there is a petting zoo, and fruit on trees." When we are through with the world internally, and we have divorced every, single, personal interest in it, we can then move on. The reason one is still here, is because he is still here.

When the seeds of selfishness, or the love of possessing, still lives in the heart, there is no "I want to get out of here" loud enough to translate the soul. No shout of deliverance is strong enough to break the chains. The sins and interests of this life are too heavy to lift. The weight of them keeps the soul stranded in his island of grief, worry, personal pleasure, and self-interest. Leaving the earth is something real, and it is not just a sorrow that there is nothing more to pet the ego. People who commit suicide have that. Even they lose the desire to live on here. No, it is a complete and final resolution of the soul, and a finality that comes with spiritual maturity. Simply not liking it here, or simply seeing how bad the world is, is not enough. There literally must be nothing attractive in the earth to the soul, and no desire remaining for these lower regions. More than this, there must only be a desire for the Father, a panting after Him, that draws the soul away. It is the precious view of Father's face that gives me my view of earth. It is His light that reveals to me the darkness of earth. It is not simply that I don't like the world. The world is fine, if I cannot see my Father's face.

If a man is to leave the earth, where would he go? What is it that draws him? No one can actually report on the next world. No one can tell what it is. I have no idea at all what it is, and my drawing is not to the next world. My drawing is to the lips of my Father. I love only to be in His breast of love. I want nothing else, and care for nothing else. I have no drawing to go out and win souls. That is not to mean that I do not care for souls, it is to mean that my own work is completed for them. I have nothing else to give, but what I have already given and already completed. I have given my testimony and completed my task as it was presented to me of the Father. Jesus finished his work, and Paul finished his, while many more souls still needed converting. These things have nothing to do with it. We leave when we are ready, and not when the world is ready. We leave at the call of the Father to us, and not when we call Him.

I have tried to make simple the qualifications for one's earthly separation, but most of the time those qualifications were reinterpreted by the soul to mean something else. I really meant, It means divorce from this earth. I really meant "empty" of one's self and one's self-interests. I did not intend for those words to be some kind of "spiritually speaking" empty and divorce. Flies love feces and if a fly cannot be drawn away from his feces, then there is just no other place he can go. Cows and dogs have what humans have, but Sons of God have something else. Sons of God are not run by their lusts and personal human desires. They are run only by one driving force, and that is to ascend to the Father, and this force will eternally be with them.

There are those who want heaven because it seems like it would be a better place. I want heaven because I want the Father. The Father Himself is my heaven. He is my One true Love, and He is my Light. There is no joy that comes to me from any other source, except the joy of having something that was given of Him to me. I delight in a friend, when I know that that friend has come from Father. Then, my delight in Him is shared with any gift that He gives, for I am thankful to Him for any gift. But there is no gift on earth, or any personal possession on earth, that has a single string attached to me, but it come from my Father. I care for nothing if it not be of Him. When He leaves anything, I leave it also.

Yesterday, was another cutting off of the earth for me. My last post was one which came from heaven. After writing it, it was as though I was dwelling in the very presence of God. My heart rejoiced in the moment. Then, the next day I was made to write a letter to a man who sent a book about EST, and also a movie by an Adventist Evangelist named Mark Finley, regarding dangerous cults. I read over the little booklet, and saw part of the video, thereby spending the rest of the day in hell. I was disgusted at how men lie, simply to make the world look as they wish it to look, for their own self-interests. My Spirit was so offended at their outright distortion of the truth, that I had nothing left in me to speak to another devil again. I decided then, I will not listen to their news and I will not argue with their demons, for I am finished with them forever. I care not to interfere with their dark incantations and their fake prayers, ever again. I want only to look up into the heavens and be drawn away. All of the results of these things are in my Father's hands, for my humanity has no part in it. I felt as if I were Jesus in Matthew 23 all over again, bringing his final rebuke to an ungrateful age of men. Following is my letter:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. ________,

I have read your material on EST, and since your letter to ________ was addressed in regard to me and my cult, I felt it appropriate that I answer some of your allusions.

I went to EST in 1978, paid for by the Southeastern California Conference of Seventh-day Adventists. It was part of my continuing education program. I had just finished my Master's degree at Loma Linda University, majoring in religious studies.

I was taught in my years at Loma Linda, that Ellen White could not be trusted, for she did not understand certain aspects of history, and I also was taught that the Bible could not actually be trusted, since it was written only by men. They would not say this directly, but only suggest it by their allusions. The majority of my professors were educated in Catholic universities, and they had adopted Catholic ways of looking at things.

When I was being taught these perversions, I was in great resistance to these ideas, because the Holy Spirit was present with me, and I went to the department head, Mr. Olsen, who later went on to be the President of Loma Linda University, and confronted him with the erroneous teachings of his department. He told me that these things about Ellen White did concern him and they were looking into it. He himself had concerns about Ellen White's truthfulness. Your assertions in regard to me attending EST, strike me as humorous, since by any stretch of the imagination, Adventist schools are far more dangerous to the mind of man than EST ever could be. Warning me against EST is as a rattle snake warning souls to beware of garden worms. This Catholic kind of education, taught in Catholic and Adventists schools, teaches men to trust men, and the church, but not the word of God. Your very own organization follows men, but not God. This is one of the main tenants of a cult, as your own Mr. Finley attests.

When the Father in heaven sent me to EST, following my Catholic education in Adventist schools, I learned that Ellen White could be trusted and that the Bible was true, just as it was written. I did not know why God sent me to EST when I first went, I just knew I was sent. This brought to mind what Ellen White wrote, when she said that if the church would not preach the truth, then the heathen would be given the message of truth to preach. I can understand why some Christians would write a book against EST, for EST exposes their own vain philosophies. As you know, some Christians write books about Adventists also. Do you accept what they say, when they call you a cult organization?

When I watched the video you sent of Mark Finley, I was not surprised that he twisted the Scriptures and used cult tactics to strike fear to the hearts of his listeners, to keep them safely in his apostate church. I have heard him do these things before. He is a plastic man, with no Spirit of God in him, and he points people to his own particular beliefs for their safety, but he will not tell them the truth about God, since he does not know it.

I see you both, Mr. and Mrs. ___________, as Saul, who set about to kill Christians for God. You believe you are doing right, but you are not. Saul supported, and fought for, his own dead organization, as you do yours. The difference is, that Saul met Christ on the Damascus road, and you have not.

I have often wondered why you were not permitted to see the truth, and why you have been kept believing a lie. I cannot certainly be sure of just what keeps you serving another master than Christ, but I have witnessed that, in some ways, you are not honest, just as your organization is not honest. You will not just come out and ask me what I am doing, but you must sneak around and try and check me out. You went to the Union County offices to see who owned the land here, instead of just asking me. You insinuated underhanded actions by me, when it was your own heart that was underhanded. This has been your relationship to us from the first. You sneak and distort as the Pharisees did with Jesus and his message. You are not an honest man and you never have told me the truth, but only your own subtle twisting to fit your twisted assumptions. You say that you have left us in God's hands, but you have not.

Well, I will tell you plainly about our land. We sold off most of it and gave all of the money to the church members. Your own organization steals from the members, the churches they have paid for with their own money, if they happen to decide not to follow conference policies. I have watched your people do this. I have seen them padlock churches, that were paid for by the people locked out, because they were no longer in good graces with the conference. True Christians do not follow such perverse actions and sneaky, underhanded activities.

What is remaining here is a piece of land I bought with my own money in the beginning, with the full knowledge and approval of the church. I needed to buy some land for capital gains reasons. I have placed this personal property in a trust, with certain trusted church members as trustees. My personal property is now held in trust for the church.

Someday you will know the truth that we have taught in your streets. Some day every knee shall bow.

This letter seemed as the final straw that broke the back of my intercession for them. In the face of all of our letters and communications, there was only a denial, and an ever present desire to bring the same darkness to us that they, themselves, live in. I have no doubt that they are deceived, and that they do not see what they are doing, but that deception is purposed and willful, for if they cared to ask, I would have told them the truth. Long ago, these souls decided in a direction of rejection, and they care not what we do, it will be wrong if it is not under the auspices of the conference of Seventh-day Adventists. The Marriage of the Lamb must be handled by the conference department of marriages and approved by the conference committee. This transaction finished all of my desire to ever speak to anyone again, who does not say, "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord." The world's news is the same. One cannot convince the world's inhabitants of their evil ways, so now they can have them.

These things are all very timely. I feel as though my life over the past three years can be placed directly over the life of Jesus and the first coming. Passover eve, begins Monday the 5th of April. April 11 is Easter, and Passover week ends the 13th of April, which is exactly 1260 days from the consummation, October 31, 2000. April 18 in the evening, marks the moment that the sun leaves Pisces and goes into the Ram. The 19th is "Holocaust day." This day commemorates the gassing of Jews during WWII, but the word has a wider meaning. Holocaust means "sacrifice," as if an offering of sacrifice is placed on a burning altar. This day occurs when the sun and moon are in conjunction in the Ram, April 19th. April 19 marked the end of the Branch Davidians and also the Oklahoma city bombing. Certainly this "Holocaust day" was fulfilled then. We are now in the midst of the week as Jesus was in the midst of his week. Many of the same events are occurring. The exact day of the midst of the week comes about May 1st, but these last events seem to surround this time marked out for us. By September, the signs in the heavens will have lost much of their meaning for us, in that we have gone through the entire circuit and the signs once again rest in Virgo.

I do not profess to know all of the future events. I have long ago put my mind to rest in such matters, but I do know where I am, and I am drawn away from this dark world of sin and the sinners who love it. I am not writing so much of the ignorant souls who just follow after their own minds. I am writing more so in regard to those souls who have self-righteously set themselves against the truth and use all manner of cunning deception to try and kill the witnesses as the Pharisees did. I would delight that my leaving would bring the final hammer down, and I know that my leaving is in Father's hands, alone. It is He Who will decide earth's fate and when that day will come. I cannot see past the tomb, as Jesus could not see past his, but I know my Father is standing by me, and making everything according to His perfect plan. I am yielded to that plan.

I just received a vision that was sweet to my soul. I cannot express its sweetness fully, but I was standing alone. The days and months had passed, and there was no translation. Summer had ended, the heavenly signs had passed, and the people all had their expectations disappointed, for they had "given up their lives to translate, and did not." I stood a little way off, and a few people began to leave the land. Then a few others. Some seemed hostile in spirit, muttering that they had really been duped, while others just quietly went back and "got a life." When all of the dust settled, a few souls remained. I did not teach them, or try to encourage them, I only said, "Will you leave me also?" They replied, "Where would we go, for you have the words of life." All hopes and expectations had been dashed, but there was a sweet knowing that we had followed the Father's voice to the soul and had done that which was given us. The earth had no attraction or draw, but the truth continually wooed us away and up. In a little time, we were no more, for God took us.

I need not do anything to go to heaven. I am drawn to heaven as a bird is drawn. My doing is only in the drawing. There are those who "want to go to heaven" but they are not drawn there. The Father is not their first love. Their stomach is their first love, or their way of life, their future plans, or their family. They are drawn to the earth, and in the earth they will stay, no matter what their profession. My Father's faithfulness to them, or even my own faithfulness, will not get one to be where they are not tending. We eventually end up where our heart takes us. One can say he is delivered until his throat is dry, but he is not delivered unless he is. God does not force the soul from his cake and ice cream. He does not force the soul from his pots of flesh. He opens the windows of heaven and introduces light, but it is the soul's own personal responsibility to follow that light. He must step into it, himself. He must pray and ask for the Father's unction, for if he does not, the flesh will only continually pray for its own unction and the prayers of the flesh will be answered, but that answer will never bring satisfaction. I am satisfied all the day long, even when I dwell alone on the mountain. My Father is my love, and I can follow no other. If someone came and offered me a mansion surrounded by a great wall of protection, and all of the provision the eyes could ever desire, it would be nauseous to me if it did not come down from my Father Himself. It is my Father's mansion that I delight in. It is His heart in which I love to dwell. It is His mouth that I am always drawn to kiss.