I love you brother, and thanks, really, for everything. I could go on and
on. But primarily, hearing you pray has been so enlightening to me. It is
changing the way I pray.

In short, I saw two Russian soldiers in the Asheville Mall, Asheville, NC
last night, Friday 2/9. They were walking towards me, two young men who
didn't look much older than 16 to me. They were both probably 6'-4", but
didn't look like they weighed 150lb.

They were both wearing full camo fatigues and what struck me first was the
camo patterns were different from what I had seen. But the camo patterns
each had on were different from one another (one was a dark digital, the
other more of a darker woodlands). My wife later said one of them's
undershirt was white and blue stripped (like what I think the Russian navy
wears). As they got closer, I could see the pins and badges on their
fatigues and I saw a pin on the closest ones right chest pocket that was a
white flag with something in the upper corner and I knew... Russians!

I couldn't believe it. I have been hearing about it, but to actually see
it... I was dumbfounded. Here. In Asheville. I didn't know what to do.
First response was anger, like I wanted to fight (not really like me). I
was staring when they went by to the point they must have noticed cause
they wouldn't look at me. I noticed the one had one star on his shoulder
lapel, like a brigadeer general here. Don't know what that meant, I know
he wasn't old enough to be a general or even an officer for that matter.

It broke my heart. Soon as I walked by all I could think of was how this
country has been given away. Sabotaged from within. Openly.

Then, seconds after that, we passed a group of 4 or so teenage kids. They
were all dressed goofy, kind of goth I guess, but one of them really caught
my attention. He (and it took some effort to confirm it was indeed a he)
had on pink, what looked like womens, skinny capri pants on. They came up
nearly to his knees. He had those big hoop gauges in his ears and some
kind of whacky hair-do. His shirt said something like "Yes, I am proud of
my lifestyle". I am 99% sure that is exactly what it said.

Anyway, the Spirit spoke one word to me, clearly, instantly (and I'm still
thinking about the Russians, looking at this messed up kid), and it was
"JUDGEMENT". I had heard it before in this wild upsetting dream I had
several months ago and I knew it... judgement.

Talking about the soldiers going home, my kids were starting to get upset,
worrying about it. The Spirit put words in my mouth so clealry at that
point, it wasn't really what I had been thinking. But I talked to them 10
minutes about eternity, then how short this life is. I sung them the old
song about how "this world is not my home I'm just a passing through", and
"my treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue". I felt better, they
felt better.

Did I say, in short, oh well. Point is confirmation. America's done.
We've been undermined. Sold out. Judgement. It still breaks my heart.
Even if this world is not my home. The vision America's founders had was
the closest this world will ever come to the New Jerusalem. And seeing it
all pitched under the bus... well, it does make me want to fight.

Anyway. Thanks brother. I love you, the Hagmans, Rick Wiles, The Proficy
Club, Alex, and everyone that shines the light of truth in a dark and dying
world. I do try to help people all I can, and will do so again, quick as I
can get another job. Your in my prayers!

God Bless,

Feb 10, 2013

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