deception - deceiving - deceit - hoax - manipulation
lies - manufactured truth - tradition of men
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This is Michael Potok. I don't know what's going on, but we have gotten word that something has happened with my journal. My watch cache is now wiped clean, Joshua thinks a major field of magnetism was spread over the camp, wiping out any secret computers, or jump files, or any digital watches. I miss my watch. It went through a lot with me.
Sorry. Janeway just told me that I have to keep these "notes" as short as possible, so I have to stop being a Chatty Cathy. Janeway is pinging a satellite with a coded file, and our old friend Wolf is getting these notes and posting for us (we're so glad to hear that you are okay, Wolf).
My old journal has been compromised, and we're afraid it's being used for propaganda, now. So now these notes from underground, kind of like Dosteovsky, one of Stacey's and Wolf's favorite writers. We are out of the camp, thus the "underground."
Terrible things, we saw Ram. Only I shouldn't call him that. He's evil, at least I can only see him that way. But Joshua, bless his giant heart, isn't quite convinced. He believes that Buddy is playing a very dangerous game.
Stacey is alive, if you get this beloved Bronte, he sends his love. It was wonderful, we got to spend about an hour with him -- I still think of him as my own private angel, but he was not in good shape. Thank God, Stacey is alive, and still full of vinegar, and um, you know, other stuff too.
Janeway says I have to cut this off now. She is very rude sometimes, but I can't blame her for
Michael's Notes from Underground
Sorry about that. I guess I made Janeway angry. I shouldn't have said she was rude. This is my second "note," two days written after the last. I'm woozy right now, so if this note seems giggily, it's because I'm a little lightheaded.
Joshua says hello, sends his love, all of that messy stuff.
Beloved Rachel, I think about you every second of every minute of every atom of every eagle, okay, this isn't making sense, I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU dearest heart, I want to hold you close to my heart, I shouldn't have gone out that day you told me not to you were right as you are about everything, nag, naggy nag. Sorry, beloved, Beloved.
News about Stacey. They are putting him in the Temple Coliseum. Hvae you heard? Poor Stacey. He didn't want to fight anymore. It's Ram, I mean Buddy, he's a bad man. Joshua's not sure. but Stacey is still alive, we cling to that. It broke both of our hearts to be separated AGAIN from him, but we keep coming back together again, praise God!
Sorry about this paper, and this ink. It's coming to you by pigeon first, if you can believe it, then it will be faxed, so you won't see the dark blue ink.
Sorrya bout this note, Janeway says I have to shut up now, did I mention she was
Howdy Doody Bobaloodies!
This is Josh!
Janeway says I can try a note but that she'll cut me off if I start to get too stupid or be a chatty Cathy like Michael (that's what she says, not me, but I don't think she is rude like Michael does, I really do like her, did you know she is six foot two, or is it six feet two!!) !
OOPS! Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise!!!!!!!
I like doing this voice recorder instead of typing as no keyboard is big enough -- okay, I'm sorry Janeway, I mean Kitty! SORRY! ELLEN! I didn't mean to say that, I won't... no don't Kitty, I said I wouldn't, OUCH!
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Okay, I promise, just let me try this: "Ev-ery Bah-DEE luh-ves some-bah-DEE, someTIMES!"
Okay, okay, that's all, I just wanted to try it once, let's hear what it sounds like, okay, please Kitty?
OUCH!
Now she's mad at both of us, this note I'm doing all on my own, with a pencil (I don't know if I've ever written with a pencil before)...
I'm back, I broke the tip and we had to find a way to sharpen it, Joshua broke most of the pencil trying to sharpen it with a knife, but at least this last quarter of the pencil fits in my hand.
I never thought it would happen, but I think that Joshua is actually falling in love with Janeway. She scares me. And I don't care if she DOES read this, this is my note, and I don't care if it ever gets to Wolf.
We're afraid that Stacey is dead. That's another reason I don't know if I want to send this note, because I don't know how to tell Bronte. We think that Katya is dead too (oh Magdalene, whatever, I still think this whole thing about taking a new name is just too confusing, just wait until Jesus gives you the stone with your name on it, or is it just a stone at the same time He gives you the new name? I sure wish we had a real Bible with us, and we all wish we had read it more when we had it literally ANYwhere ANYtime, but it helps that all of us have read the whole Bible, and a lot of us have memorized quite a bit, we compare notes a lot and have started writing everything we remember down, and we all help correct each other, still, to have a good worn KJV now would be like heaven).
If you are reading this, then you know that I got up the guts to give it to Janeway, and that she wasn't too angry to actually send it on to Wolf.
There are seventy of us here. I should say that Joshua thinks that Buddy is still a true friend of Jesus, and that it was Buddy that got us out of the camp, but I still don't think so. I think Buddy is evil, through and through, you know Stacey never trusted him.
Okay, I'll continue this, even though this stinking pencil is about gone. I might have to try Janeway's voice recorder, she says it's just as easy to ping that, though I know it HAS to take longer (but I hate talking into that thing, Joshua actually LIKEs it, the ham, I think he thinks it's like kaoroke, or however you spell that, I've never done karoke, that would just kill me singing in front of people).
Right now they are arguing about whether or not Elvis or Dean Martin sang "Everybody Loves Somebody." I'd sure like to hear some music. We all sing hymns, and old songs and stuff, and that is wonderful (it really, really is), but I'd like to just hear some music, like maybe the soundtrack to "Somewhere in Time" (how long has it been since we've actually seen a movie?).
I'm tired now. I'll take a nap.
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You would think, that as far along as we are, in that great celestial clock, a massive mechanical timepeace that determines destiny, that we would be DIFFERENT. I had thought that we wouldn't be able to sin, that we wouldn't be tempted, that we wouldn't lose our tempers, or get angry, or think terrible thoughts.
I was wrong. Wrong. WRONG.
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Joshua is always happy. Even when we heard the terrible gunfire last night, that went on for over an hour, machine guns and shot guns and pistol fire, rolling fire, on and on and on, without hardly a pause, Joshua was smiling. With tears pouring down his face, Joshua was smiling.
I said to him: "Why are you smiling, Josh? Huh? Those are people dying. Just a couple of miles away in the camp, those are people we knew, and they are dying right now."
Joshua smiled, even bigger, all the while weeping, and he replied: "We get to SEE Jesus, soon, Mike! And so do THEY, those that are dying, they get to see Him soon, Mike! Coming in the sky! Every eye is going to see Him! Even those that are dying right now! They get to see Him!"
And you know what? It's catchy. I am excited. I am not afraid, now. I am not afraid. Let them come. If they have dogs, they will find us. We didn't even try to hide our tracks when we left the camp. They will find us.
And I am not afraid.
Because we ARE going to see Jesus, soon!
It's me again, Joshua. ELLEN (is that better?) says I can try it again, as long as I don't make any rhymes, or SING (she actually says it in all capitals like that), OOPS, I'm sorry Kitty! Arrgh, OUCH! Okay, Okay, also, I can't call her Kitty, and I can't joke.
Umm, Ellen? What should I say? Oh, yeah.
I miss all of you, and I love you so much, and don't worry, when we're this low, we can't go anywhere but UP, right? Oops, did I just say "butt up?" Okay, okay, that was an accident, Kitty, I MEAN ELLEN! OUCH!
She loves to hit me, did I tell you that yet, she always OUCH!
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They think I'm not serious about what is happening. But I am. Really. It's just holding this thing, talking while staring off into space, I guess I kind of turn into Wayne Newton or that Hawaiian guy that sings Tiny Bubbles. I just want to start singing.
But what is happening, is all very real, and it is all very awful. I know that. It's terrible.
But we can't just sit around glumly, crying out: "WHY LORD?! OH WHYYYY!"
There are still those like that little girl from New Zealand, that want to kill to teach the killers not to kill, but I can't see that, and I know that in this at least Michael and I are in agreement. Enough killing. It is better that we be killed, than that we kill.
I'm all for what Jesus said. If they smack you on the left side, offer the right side for a smack or two. I'm not trying to be holy in saying this, only that it makes sense.
It's dazzles my headbone, that I used to believe so many things that I believed, the pat dogma I used to spit out. Dogma, doesn't that sound like a puppy's mom? Dogma? Get it? Okay, sorry. But I used to say stuff like, yeah, God told us to REMEMBER, you know, make it all echoy -- R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R (ahhhhh-oooooooooh!), but that we don't have to remember anymore, because Jesus died for us, right? And if He said, you know, if you love me, you will keep my commandments, we always were trained to exclude THAT commandment, you know, the remembering commandment, because, you know, Jesus fulfilled the whole law.
The whole law. Think about that. Jesus fulfilled the whole law, and yet He said that He did not come to destroy it, or change it. He said He wasn't even changing the accents on the letters! And somehow, through some kind of mind-numbing brainwash, we turn that into FORGET.
Lord? I am SO SORRY.
I AM SO SORRY.
I love You, and I wanna keep Your Commandments. I want to be a part of Your Remnant. I accept You, Jesus, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I DO!
SAVE ME! I AM YOURS!
This is Joshua Bouwer, signing out. Peace, love, word to your mother.
Can you believe that Janeway got me a CRAYON to continue my notes? I'm not sure what I am doing any more, writing about these things, as our whole perspective, the entire ball of paradigm, is shifting so dramatically. For many months we were worried about dying, about torture, about being forced to agree to the worst abominations, and now, things are seemingly slowing down. I mean time, it seems to be flowing at half speed, each smiles take an hour to form, it takes an hour to reach its apex, and they don't seem to want to go away.
We went through terrible periods of combing through our memories, asking God to forgive our sins. It seemed almost like magic, like miracles, that we could remember things we'd done wrong, so vividly, in such detail. And not only the things we did, the bad things, some of them not so bad things, but all of them selfish things, and we realized how God was watching us during those times, not hating us, but always loving us . . . I think for the first time we are realizing just WHAT love is, and how and why God IS love. We poured out our hearts with tears, and then the tears turned to warm glowing happiness as we knew that God forgave us everything, that He loved us always, from the beginning, from before the beginning.
I only have a little crayon left (the skinny kind), and it's really quite surprising just how little text you can put down with a crayon (purple).
If this reaches you, be of good cheer. He is giving us the fragrance of violets, we are being reborn, from the marrow of our bones, outward, our skin is rippling with happiness, we will see you soon, beloved, Beloved, that is all...
Sorrybout chalk. Guy here is going to take a picture with digital camera. Hello all. Do not lose hope. Be ye doers of the Word, not just hearers only. Dig deep, lay a deep foundation ON the rock, don't put rock on the sand, that is the same as building on sand. Tradition, do not put it on the same level with the Word, that's what the Pharisees did, and now we have a world of Pharisees, ruling the world through their theocracy. Hold onto God, grab His knees, cry out: "Save me! I AM Yours!" Pray, hold faith, pray constantly. Chalk is gone.
We gathered charcoal from the fires, can write and Guy will take digital photo. They are searching for us, but seemingly can't find us. The "Returned Ones," you know who I mean. They are not human. THey are not those they are pretending to be, those that were taken. Do not be deceived. It was a false taking. Hold onto the truth. The TRUTH. Love the Truth, it's the only protection from the mounting deceptions. "Christ" came back, although he landed, they got it all on camera, fed around the world, and they are claiming it is the second coming of Jesus, but he is walking around, curing people of the sore! He's linking with the returned ones and Mary is with them, yes it is supposed to be Mary and they are raising people from the dead, they say this is the millenium, and that heretics must be burned to cleanse the world.
Wish for pencil now, even chalk. This charcoal poops me out. But there is an endless supply, that is good news, at least. They took Joshua yesterday, I haven't been able to stop crying, I miss him so much already, we've been through so much together, and there is talk of the new "Lions and Heretics" TV show that people out there, they call themselves "saints," they watch it, it is on 24 hours a day. At least we found out that Stacey is still alive, though a bit of a famous heretic, they've had him fighting in the Temple Colliseum, and we thought he must have been killed by now. My hand is sooo tired, they're trying to refine some charcoal splinters, so I can hold it better, but at least we have batteries enough for the digital photos. There is fear of another EMP to wipe out electronics, which would be sad, but we only have one small watch radio, and one tiny cell phone TV, plus the digital camera. Joshua was out trying to help people, tell them to not be deceived, he's always been ready to go out and talk to anyone, and from what I can tell, he's never actually helped a soul, when people are deceived they cling to their deception. They hate truth and worst of all they hate those that speak truth.
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A new day, the sky moves constantly, undulating. It is rather beautiful, so violent and swimming, peaceful and yet violent, hypnotizing, and yet we know it is death. They are still flying some airplanes, mostly props, so that they can fly beneath the cyclonic canopy (what they're calling it). It's getting easier to write with charcoal, at first my hand was knotting up, I could only write every three days or so, but my hand feels pretty good.
Today, this morning, it was freezing, and the best we can tell it is July. Looks like snow, but that can quickly turn to freezing rain. We heard in New Zealand the seasons have flopped, and that it is burning hot in Antarctica, almost no snow left, no ice, and they are finding CITIES there, it is becoming the largest continent, but they think nobody can ever live there, due to the heat but they say there are tunnels too, and that possibly civilizations used to live there, underground, of course conspiracies are rampant that aliens have been discovered.
The world is so different now, and yet people are pretty much the same. Um, except for the killing. But I guess people have always killed, always been bloodthirsty, and mostly, it has been the religious people that have killed the most, certain they have God's blessing in their bloodshed. There were broadcasts of the people lifting up their hands and praying in tongues, while heads were falling, and others crucified on telephone poles. And the people were singing old hymns, receiving God's blessings.
Church and State, it happened. And people started with their laws, claiming that God had made the laws, and that they were empowered to enforce the law, with Capitol punishment, first it was just everyone who had been found guilty of Capitol crimes, and then "immorality"
was listed as a Capitol crime, including beastiality, any form of sodomy, homosexuality, and adultery. Then the mandatory church attendance, and the Sunday Law, declaring Sunday a holy day before God, The Lord's Day, and none should do any work on that day, and that all should attend at least four hours of church upon that day, and this of course is registered in the scanners, the facial recognition scanners, the iris scanners, and the fingerprint scanners. They know. Big Brother watches, Big Brother sanctifies, and Big Brother punishes the wicked.
I am tired now. I must sleep. God bless you and your family.
Michael Potok
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Yea! Finally, a pencil, which is so much easier on my hand, even if this IS a third-grader's pencil, the fat kind, but oh well, beggar's can't be choosers.
We have been talking a lot, all of us, about when most of this started. Most people tie it all to big business, now at least they do. That there is absolutely no kind of conscience, or morality, in commerce. You cannot serve God and mammon, all that. That the love of money is the root of all evil. Think about that, the root of all evil.And when religion became a part of big business, everyone should have seen that the end was near. But how much of it was planned? Perhaps it was not human planning, that the false evangelists that preached about "moral clarity," perhaps they were not intentionally evil. Perhaps they were duped by the master deceiver, as were we all. Well, most of us.I don't know how to put this into words. And from our discussions (there are over 200 of us gathered here, waiting -- we do not know what we are waiting for, but we have manna, and miracles every single day, we have seen the dead raised to life, missing limbs replaced, mental illness quashed with the mere touch of a finger) no one here can put it into words, either, only that all of this was foretold.There is no fear here, not any longer. We all accept whatever will happen. We are not afraid.Joshua is so thin now, he looks like a skinny basketball player.We heard word of Stacey. Unbelievable, but that human angel is still alive! Thank God. He is the main showpiece for the new TV media, kind of combining professional wrestling with the ancient gladiators with TV evangelism, they are blaming almost everything on Stacey, the meteor showers that are like stars falling, cratering our world, the sores that started out first on hands but quickly spread everywhere, the increase of the sun with the depletion of the ozone layer, and the disruption of the high atmospheres all the space leaks, they are blaming all of that on Stacey. And supposedly the water supply has gone bad, it is corrupt now, everything in the ocean has died and the remaining scientists (it is amazing how many scientists have been beheaded) think the ecosystem is completely ruined, for ever, and forever.But our little group here sings, and we pray, much of our time is prayer, and we comfort each other, and we wait. I think I know what we are waiting for.They say the "returned ones" vanished again. This time not even dropping their clothes behind them. They just winked out, and of course WE are being blamed for it all (and I guess Stacey is the TV figurehead, the universal scapegoat). Because the shining ones would have been here, forever, if only us diseased ones would have been surgically removed, wiped out (we think of it as "martyred," of course, but they, the "good guys" call us the "bad guys," but I still cannot believe people can cling to hatred and continue to call it "love," but I guess it all comes back to the view that God is the ultimate torturer, the ultimate hater, the ultimate punisher, and these "good guys" created in His image must thus hate as much as He, if not more).We yet cling to "God is LOVE." We believe it. We sing it.Hand cramping, hopefully more tomorrow.* * *
Some bad things. Can't think right now. Not much time.* * *
They always said a theocracy couldn't happen in America, all about the Constitution and Bill of Rights, everything, even the Pledge of Allegiance, but it only took a few things, only a couple of catastrophes, a couple of worldwide deceptions, and boy did people line up fast to swear allegiance to "god," so that things could get better, so that people might eat TV dinners in front of glowing blue boxes and talk on cell phones and nuke popcorn in the microwave, plus fried chicken in a bucket and diet cola, what America can't live without them, who wouldn't sign up for God, deprived of these great American rights?
I remember hearing it, all the time, from all quarters, that this nation was built on the Bible, and the Christian religion, and upon the Ten Commandments. And all the time it was all a myth, it never happened. When you stop and think about it, really think about it, Christianity was never supposed to rule people, secularly, it was never supposed to force people to do anything. It was supposed to be an influence, like a spice you add to food, it was never supposed to become THE FOOD.
That's why people are starving. And I'm speaking literally and figuratively. Both kinds of starving are happening, RIGHT NOW. And it's because of the liars and deceivers who have hijacked Christianity.
I remember Stacey told a joke, it was about Cowboys and Indians and Muslims, and the only reason I can remember it (I don't remember jokes, even if I try, not even knock knock jokes, except for the Knock Knock who's there, boo, boo who, why are you crying, I learned that one in the First Grade), um, where was I, the only reason I can remember it is because Joshua has kept telling it for the last two years, and I've never known why he told it, or why he likes it, but suddenly today it kind of makes sense. And even though I don't like the joke, it is imprinted in my neurons.
A cowboy, an indian and a muslim are sitting in an airport. The indian says, sadly, "My people used to be many, and now we are few." Then the muslim says, proudly, "My people used to be few, and now they are many." And then the cowboy tips back his cowboy hat and says: "That's cuz we ain't started playing cowboys and muslims."
I think the context Stacey told the joke was how it was a joke until after violence broke out in the streets, everywhere, over religion. And it really was like cowboys and indians, but at first cowboys and muslims, and then cowboys and anyone not Christian. Of course, what was called "Christian" wasn't really Christian, not at all.
Maybe this isn't a good example, but it's like if someone thought: "You know, Christians have red hair. Because the Holy Ghost comes out from the head, like the tongues of fire above the Apostles' heads, and so today the Holy Ghost comes out in red hair, it doesn't matter if you are black or white, Hispanic or Asian, you accept Jesus and the Holy Ghost erupts from your head in read hair, tongues of fire. So if you have red hair, you are a Christian. If you don't have red hair, it only goes to prove that you have never received the Holy Ghost. You ain't a Christian."
This sounds stupid, doesn't it? And yet this kind of logic seems to rule the world, madness has taken over. It's kind of like Constantine marching his soldiers through the river, on this side they are Roman pagans, but on their way through the river they are baptized and they come out the other side CHRISTIAN. Seriously, this happened. It was the prevailing logic. Now of course Christianity has never been about this, physically doing something to get something, to prosper. And yet that's what Constantine did. A little fakery, a little mummery, and voila, a Christian nation, maybe the very first. Of course it wasn't really Christian. In fact it turned out to be one of the worst religions in the history of the world, killing the most people, more so than Muslims ever did, or even Hitler.
One day someone can point at you and say: "You are purple." And the group mentality will buy into it. They will nod their heads and murmur: The emperor's clothes are beautiful!
But the emperor is naked. No matter how many times anyone says I am purple, it will not be true. People cannot create by speaking. They can only repeat lies, repeat them, hammer them home, again and again and again and stultified people will finally buy into them. They will send in their seeds.
Oh there was no one little thing, not in America, and now not in the world. No "Great Anti-Christ" marched any group of people through a river. We had a whole series of convoluted steps leading up to it, and it is impossible to doubt that there really was a master overmind to the whole process, since really the history of the world, this enemy was building and building and creating the right conditions until he could pull off his master deception, which happened today.
It really happened. It was dazzling. Amazing. Miraculous.
But completely false. Lying signs and wonders.
We saw it, they put it on all the new TVs all over the world, and they fulfilled their self-fulfilling prophecy that fakers like Jacques van Damne used to do on his bogus Christian "newscast." Jesus, appearing in the skies, surrounded by his angels, and shining ones, descending from the sky, beautiful unearthly singing, and such bright light -- now we finally understand what the over-used term "shining angel" really means, what it really looks like. They say many people around the world were physically blinded by watching the event, like idiots looking at a solar eclipse, and that Jesus waved his hand and all the blinded ones were miraculously healed. It was like a worldwide magic trick, one David Copperfield never thought about trying.
AND NONE OF IT WAS REAL. It was all a deception. We, those of us watching, with His eyes, could see it was not the Lord. It was supernatural, none of us doubt that, we know WHO was really making everything appear. It reminds us of the dreams Stacey had, the ones we made him tell us about, over and over again.
I am sorry, but this is my last entry. I don't know who will read this. But they are coming. We are just going to start walking, people are already singing, praying, and I will leave this paper here, under this rock. Perhaps we are about to get our just-deserved justice, which is what they call it, perhaps we will lose our heads as so many of the saints have done in these days. I am not afraid. I never thought I could actually say these words, that I am not afraid. But I am not.
Whatever it happens, it will be beautiful, something to cherish throughout the millenia to come, anything we can do for Him, suffer for Him, we welcome, we cherish, we love in our hearts, anything for You Lord. We are in the palms of Your hands, You have written our names on Your lifeline. We trust in You and praise Your holy, holy, holy name, Lord God Almighty. Adonai Yahweh El Shaddai, Yashua Maschiach.
Sweet Jesus, I commend my spirit into Thy hands.
Amen. And again I say, Amen. Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Amen.
You are a slave. Like everyone else you were born into bondage.
Born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch.
A prison for your mind.
Now is the time for all good boys to come to the aid of their country.
Now is the time for all good boys to come to the aid of their country.
Now is the time for all good boys to come to the aid of their country.
Now is the time for all good boys to come to LOOK
