The Evil Light Towers of Drought - End?

It is a glorious morning. Calm, cold, usually we shut off the heater in April, although it should have snowed.

Normally we would receive eight inches about this time of year.

"We bought a snow blower last year and since we bought it, we only used it once," I said to the wife.

"I know I was thinking about that."

"Well, I guess that it was worth the money since we received rain instead of snow."

I wrote about what God told me to write about the above subject and erased it.

I saw a mating pair of hawks hunting together low to the ground and diving at bugs and rodents.

I know elite think they are all powerful. They think they are just.

Tumbleweed seedlings are poking through the ground and soon will have purple and maroon flowers. There will be billions carpeted across the prairie.

Satan thought he could put a stinger of an assassin spirit spider on Chrysthys and I then cast the ultimate curse. It hurt but we were already immune.

"You never did attack any of my grandchildren by my younger son," God said, "Even though they attacked you."

I responded I think they froze me or I did not know what they were. They looked so strange in their rectanguloid space suits or whatever that was.

He said, I like to think it was my restoration of your extra-sensory abilities. They were formidable and I will restore them to the full.

I never saw anything like that and I...

"I have spent enough time speaking." He said, God -

• I free of the war against the voiders. Victorious and now have time to step onto the Earth.

I will wright the damage they have done and crush the unrepentant. Again, I, even I, will crush the unrepentant. I will cast down and smite. I will sow that which is good and reap that which is evil. I shall neither spare nor pity the wicked and the good will I cause to stand upright. The good will I give faces like flint. The good will never be moved by the wicked for I have spoken it.

So thou shalt feast upon my people on all that is good, shalt thou?

So it is written. So it shall be done.

I put ice in the refrigerator freezer during the day and move half below during the night. Man it's cold.

Slowly but surely, I recover physically and mentally.

Slowly but surely, I watch the depredations of America and certainly know who and what are behind it. The Cult, like Spectre in Ian Fleming's, James Bond, wanes at speed.

But there is another religion that He has banned and all who follow this new religion...we will have to watch and see shan't we?

A Song of Thanks for Victory:

When the winds of change blow,
As the days like me grow,
Tired but restored and old,
I heard the angels sing so bold,
Yesterday afternoon while I toiled,
On my work upon computer spoiled,
Whatever we're the words they sang,
I wish I could remember voices rang,
Like bells, like organs, symphony,
Basses beat upon tympany,
A chorus to thanks on High

(First Chorus)
He is my helper
The Lord above
I could not stand
Without his Love
He is my shepherd
Though I do weep
Free untethered
We are his sheep
He is my shepherd
I am his sheep

To see the things I must face
Could not have won it
Without his grace
Many times through I fell
Now my enemy is bound in hell
We faced the foe
In endless waves

On and on the battles raged
Back and forth to glory woe
In this divine war we waged
Cut into stemmed the flow
Against darkest hours staged
When millions invaded
Yet none did know
Across universes and galaxies
Beyond the knowledge of man
We held then took
All back again

(Second Chorus)
When my shepherd
Calls to me
I hear his voice
I am the sheep
With his eyes
All does he see
With his staff
He protects me

With his rods of
Winds, rains, and springs
He is our love
Let your voices sing
To fresh pastures
Ever lush and green
Flowing water to us
He does bring
Upon his staff
To rest upon lean
Ever eyes watchful
Upon the chaff

The windmill farm has sat idle for about a week now. Apparently, none has the desire to repair it.

Perhaps, it is there are no parts available or that it is a protest of sorts, they want their fascist allotment?

The wind has blown severally during the last week. Perhaps the last storm of great wind broke something as the shoots of new grasses and grains push forth after winter from the end of March rains.

In other news, the ails of Trump and the American people are denied by the Democrats and their AI, like the transference of all real trades from the United States by the Marxist/Maoist religionists. Well all evil comes to an end.