‘Who does he think he is?’
Left myself wide open to a bit of that haven’t I? Well all right, a lot. Leaves Muhammad Ali’s claim ‘The greatest of all time’ in its wake, but it’s not a boast, it’s a job, a mission, I leave myself open to criticism as a means to an end. Having said that I can’t back pedal now, I am the Messiah, and there are no excuses. I am the Messiah in the same sense and for the same reason that it is claimed by Christians that Jesus is the Messiah, I have a mission: to save the world.
How do I know that I am the Messiah? I don’t know, only God knows. I, at the present time, am a human being like you, so I just believe that something which I call God, my imagination if you like, has led me to believe that I am the Messiah and now it is my job to convince you. Trust me, when you’ve examined all the evidence you too will believe unless you are one of those people who can look at a banana and believe it is an apple, which is not so unusual, religious institutionism does it all the time.
But from the start let me assure you, I’m not doing this for you, Almighty God, the Human Race or my favourite charity, I’m doing it for me. If I succeed though, you too will benefit, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose except a bit of your time by staying with me while I explain.
So the question you are now asking, I hope is, why is he doing it, what does he want, what’s in it for him? What I don’t want is money. I won’t pretend that I can get by without money in a world that revolves on it but the plan I have includes the scrapping of monetarism and when it happens there won’t be any money, not even for me.
Fame? It frightens me, if I could get by without being noticed I would willingly plumb for anonymity. So no, not money and not fame. What then? I want God off my back.
Now there’s a response that will, understandably, be construed by sceptics as meaningless drivel designed to hoodwink the gullible. Have people no right to be sceptical? Of course they have, every right but I have to say, some of the sceptics in my life are as monotonous and as stubbornly subjective in their rejection of anything and everything that emanates from anywhere outside the parameters of their own five senses that, to me at least, they seem to be every bit as, if not more so, irrational and irresponsible in their intransigence as people like myself who according to them promote the impossible.
If I were to tell you that God revealed to me the things that I am now conveying to you and which from now on I shall continue to reveal, my claim would no doubt go down like a lead balloon and rightly so. Even I, or perhaps especially I, won’t accept things just because they are authenticated with the ever monotonous claim that God revealed it. It’s a con that’s been going on since forever; popes claiming infallibility because they are guided by the ‘Holy Spirit’, American Born Again Pastors punctuating their every sermon with ‘the Lord spoke to me.’ I don’t criticize these people unjustifiably, without having given their claims due consideration, believe me they’ve had plenty from me as I will someday confirm but I’ve not found a mustard seed’s worth of evidence to justify their claims. The reason they get away with preaching gobbledygook is because there is indeed something going on. Many people are having spiritual—or perhaps I should call them supernatural—experiences and since they don’t know the whats whys and wherefores of these experiences they are inclined to believe the only people who traditionally ever gave them an explanation, i.e Religious Institutionism.
If there’s nothing unusual going on there’s an awful lot of people telling lies with nothing to gain by doing so; Near Death Experiences, clairvoyance, Remote Viewing, alien abduction, Out of Body experiences. Sure there are a few people making money from books written on the subjects but for every one who makes money there are thousands that make nothing. One has to be a divine sceptic to deny the possibility of the supernatural. I’ll give one example just to show what I mean.
When preparing this page of the website I got what writer’s call a mental block. A simple word, ‘anonymity’ which I needed to use was on the tip of my tongue but for whatever reason I couldn’t think of it. I struggled for a few minutes then as it was late I decided to hand the problem over to my subconscious—or as some people call it, my super- conscious—mind knowing what was going to happen because it always does, and I went to bed.
At four in the morning I woke up with my mind saying anonymity, anonymity, anonymity. It took me a few seconds to realize it was the word I’d been looking for. Does that amaze you? Despite the fact that it has happened dozens of times with me, I am just as amazed every time it does as I was the first time, not that I can remember the first time.
I am not claiming that this phenomenon is unique to me, in fact I think it happens to all writers perhaps to everybody, who knows I never asked any of them but that doesn’t make it any less amazing. Of course it won’t amaze the cynics so for their sake let’s discard it in the hope that somewhere along the line they might give us one (Benefit of the doubt, I mean) Now think about this:
What if, instead of your brain giving you the answer, right out of the blue, to an esoteric question you ask, it gives you the answer first and the question many years later? That would be one for the cynics don’t you think and believe you me, it’s been happening throughout my life, it’s one of the reasons I need to write a book so that I can list, hopefully explain, record and identify the witnesses, who will no doubt verify some of what to them, and me also, were crazy things I’ve done in my life, which turned out to be evidential harbingers of what is happening now:
A couple of months ago a letter which shook my wife and me to the marrow because it was a demand with menaces for more than a years salary that we did not owe from a reputable company, dropped through our letter box. There is an incredible story of coincidence which led up to that letter arriving when it did but I won’t relate it here.
I took the letter to a friend of mine who owned a company called Legal Associates (Ambulance chasers) thinking that with his contacts I might get some free legal advice. It just so happened that my friend was having problems of his own, his wife having run off with another man leaving him with insufficient funds to pay the rent on his flat from which he was evicted. So I found him lodging with a Good Samaritan lady named Mrs. Wright, a 93 year old Spiritualist.
It further just so happened that on the evening of the Saturday which was the day I visited him (Chris) at Mrs. Wright’s house she was having a spiritual gathering in her home to which she invited me and my wife. Me being me, I thanked her profusely and accepted – never know what you might learn. We arrived at 7.30pm half an hour late – Chris, who later in the day phoned me the time that we should arrive for the meeting, got it wrong - and we settled down to an evening of dowsing which to me at least seemed a little far-fetched (not water divining which I’ve tried personally – it works) and was of no interest to me but when the proceedings were over I found myself sitting next to a middle-aged lady named Sandra, she was quiet and said nothing. Another lady, a little older, named Sheena, out of the blue said, ‘Give her your watch.’ I only paid a fiver for it new, so if she really wanted it, no problem. Sandra protested.
‘No, no,’ Sheena insisted, ‘Give it to her she’ll give you a reading, she’s far better than me.’ So I took the watch from my wrist and handed it to Sandra who held it in her hands for about 15 seconds then she said, ‘Celestine.’
That one word, if I hadn’t been sitting down, would have floored me.
Sandra looked at me and said, ‘Does that word mean anything to you?’ I said ‘Yes.’ She babbled on about I can’t remember what because I didn’t listen to another word after that.
About 10 years ago I was browsing through an airport bookshop when this book jumped off the shelf and cried out ‘Buy me.’ That’s an exaggeration of course, but some of you will understand exactly what I mean by it. Rarely do I enter bookstores intending to buy a book I simply go in and there I am accosted by a book that insists on being bought. If I have money on me – I never carry credit cards or mobile phones – I will always buy these books, if not, I go and fetch the money. Never, though, have I been so drawn to a book than I was this one. I had to buy it and when I did I glowed with anticipation until every word was devoured. The title of the book was ‘The Celestine Prophesies.’ It was an international best seller and I would be surprised if you are living in the affluent world and haven’t yourself read it because it was and as far as I know still is in most reputable bookstores. It turned out to be a disappointment. Not a bad read, in fact I quite enjoyed it but it was fiction, not my cup of tea and the message I expected to get from it just wasn’t there or I'd forgotten what it was. Ever since and every time, that I saw that book in bookstores, I’ve wondered why I was drawn so inexorably toward it. The Celestine Prophesies bugged me from the first day I saw it. Then Sandra said ‘Celestine,’ and by doing so convinced me that my answer was about to be questioned.
Not an everyday word ‘Celestine’ is it? In fact I wouldn’t mind betting if we were to ask a hundred people what it meant, 99 wouldn’t have any idea. Come to think of it I’m not even sure I know what it means, the author made it up I think, like celestial it surely has its root in the Latin caelum meaning heaven, but that’s all I know. So for Sandra to come out with that word and for it to have so much meaning for me is coincidence indeed. Lucky shot in the dark? If you like, but I haven’t finished yet.
My son, a software engineer, that week, resigned his job and came to live with his mum and me while he looked for another one. ‘Why don’t you join the library?’ he asked when I suggested to him that I was going to the shop to buy a book. ‘You seem to waste so much money on books that you could read for nothing,’ he said. You know, dumb as it may seem I never thought of that so for the first time in my life, because I needed to read The Celestine Prophesies, I took myself off to join the library.
‘Do you have a copy of the Celestine Prophesies?’ I asked.
‘Let’s have a look,’ the librarian replied while typing at her computer.
‘No,’ she said, ‘but we can get it for you.’
‘Have you any other books by the same author?’ For the life of me I couldn’t bring myself to believe that the Celestine Prophesies had something to say that I’d missed the first time around.
‘Yes,’ she said, swinging the computer screen around for me to see for myself.
Bingo! Celestine Vision. That was the book for me.
‘Do you have this book?’
‘No but we can get it for you.’
‘Do you have your library card?’
‘No, I’m not a member, may I join?’
‘Of course, do you have some ID?’ I hadn’t. Stupid I know. I’d gone to join the library with no ID, but that’s what I did.
The next day I turned up with my passport. ‘We need a utility bill, something we can use to establish your address.’ So I wasn’t the only one who was stupid, why didn’t she tell me that when she sent me for ID? Off I went and within the hour returned with a utility bill. Two days later I was back again to pick up the book and two days after that having read it I returned it. That was five times at the library within a week – more times than I’ve been to a library in 10 years.
Sure enough, Celestine vision was the book I was supposed to read. And the message? It was a message of confirmation of something I already knew: ‘There is no such thing as coincidence,’ everything is planned and occurs just as the Boss ordered.
I knew and I know – how I know don’t ask me because I don’t have an answer – that Almighty God uses coincidence to draw our attention to the fact that He is in control and that everything is going to plan. Coincidence merely establishes the fact that statistically things that are happening cannot happen according to the mathematical and scientific laws of the Universe ergo there must be a sentient mind behind the raison d’etre.
Of course you don’t need books like Celestine Vision or me to convince the average churchgoer of that but you do need them for the sceptics. Didn’t I say somewhere on this site ‘Blessed are they who see but still don’t believe for theirs is the Kingdom of discovery?’ I was alluding to a healthy measure of scepticism which induces a need and desire to pursue the truth, not officious and bigoted cynicism with its foundation in the Messianic Law and absolutely nothing else to support it.
Point being that some things that are happening in this life, like the things that are happening to me cannot happen randomly and coincidentally because it is mathematically and scientifically impossible. Take note all sceptics because your logic or lack of it is being called into question.
The weekend after I’d read the Celestine Vision, Mrs. Wright once again invited me to another one of her evenings or to be more honest Chris told me she was having one and I asked if I might attend.
This time the guest speaker was a man named Lawrence Cohen who, as his name suggests is Jewish and as the tonsure shaped skull cap on his head further suggested (somewhat incongruously since he is also a Spiritualist) a practicing one. He arrived an hour late from Bournemouth having had a misunderstanding problem with the person who was to pick him up from the bus station. He apologized profusely, nodded recognition to a few of the people who had come to witness him work and then got right down to business.
Perhaps at this juncture I should add that before going to this meeting I had asked God (?) the Spirit (?) whatever, for a message that I am doing what He wants me to do. I am the only one who knows that for sure so you are quite right to take it with a pinch of salt. The only reason I mention it is in order to record it for posterity. Some day, someone may invent a lie detector that is 100% accurate and when s/he does I’ll be able to make the claim again and then you will know that I didn’t just make it up.
‘Wellington boots. I am getting Wellington boots as though someone is trudging along, struggling through the mud, through life, progressing very slowly’ Lawrence began. ‘Can anyone take that?’ Could apply to anybody, I thought and certainly to me but it was far too nebulous so I said nothing. The same thought must have crossed everybody’s mind because there was total silence.
‘Farmer. Is anyone here a farmer or has anyone been a farmer?’ I was a farmer, I had a 250-sow pig unit which is quite substantial but I also had a meat-processing factory, four butchers shops, a grocery store and other business interests so I thought of myself as being much more than a farmer, but I did start out as a pig farmer and remained one until my business collapsed. I said nothing.
‘My father was a pig farmer,’ said Sheena. That’s a coincidence I thought. ‘He used to be a farmer,’ Sheena continued, pointing at me. How did she know that? Later I asked her, she said she didn’t know. I certainly hadn’t told her and no one else in that room, other than my wife who has not had any meaningful conversation with Sheena before or since, and including Chris knew that I used to be a farmer.
‘I must be with you then,’ said Lawrence. ‘OK,’ I replied not wanting to be difficult but I wasn’t sure he had found the right target.
‘The Spirit is taking off its hat and bowing in acknowledgement and appreciation of what you are doing. Do you understand? Does that make sense to you?’
Now I knew – he was with me. I couldn’t have better understood if the Spirit had sent me a postcard. ‘Yes,’ I said. That was enough for me but there was more to come.
‘I have the name James or Jimmy, can you take that?’
I have a brother named James who we call Jimmy. ‘The month of July, can you take that?’ Another brother has a birthday in July. ‘Yes.’
‘I have someone who came into the world and left after a very short time, someone who was born, lived a few days and died. Can you take that?’ I had a brother, born in the same year as me, he in the December and I in the January, he lived six days and died.
‘Someone putting tacks in the mouth. Can you take that?’ I looked at him perplexed. ‘Someone who was perhaps repairing shoes, used to put tacks in his mouth and take them out one at a time as he needed them to nail the leather to the shoes.’ We were going way back to the fifties but when we were children our dad used to repair the shoes of his five boys and yes he used to put the tacks into his mouth taking them out one at a time as they were needed.
‘Railways. Can you take that?’
Throughout my childhood and for nineteen years my father was a signalman on the railways.
‘I have someone who was a stickler for timekeeping. Can you take that?’ My father as far as I can remember was never late for anything in his life. To him tardiness was a mortal sin.’
‘There was a bit of a fiasco at a funeral.’
My elder brother died almost exactly one year earlier. At the funeral service we had arranged for a eulogy from another brother – living in Canada who couldn’t make the funeral – to be read out at the crematorium by one of our nieces. Due to a mix up with the priest the service fizzled out sans the eulogy being read. Outside the crematorium I said to my wife. ‘Well, it looks like we cocked that up.’
‘Library, I’ve got the word library, can you take that?’ Yes.
Then before turning to someone else he said, ‘I’ll bet you are glad you came tonight.’ ‘Yes.’ I replied. ‘And then some.’
After that he moved away from me and I thought to myself, ‘Let’s see how many points he makes with the others that could apply to me.’ There were none.
It’s true, just about anybody can take James, July, or somebody who is a stickler for timekeeping if they cast their nets wide enough but from a purely mathematical perspective how many people could take them all? Let’s list them shall we?
The range of coincidences that brought me to Mrs. Wright’s house. The meeting that was to take place that very day. The out of the blue invitation to someone who is not a Spiritualist. The invitation to hand my watch to Sandra. The word ‘Celestine’ which coincided with a long standing ‘spiritual’ question which had troubled me for many years. My son’s decision to resign his job and his subsequent advice that I should join the library. My trips to the library. The discovery of a book, ‘The Celestine Vision’ which answered perfectly the question that had bugged me for years. My request to God that He would give me a message that would assure me that I was doing what He wanted me to do. The claim that I was trudging along, struggling, progressing very slowly. The word ‘Farmer’. Sheena’s father was a ‘Pig farmer’ Sheena’s identification of me as a farmer when later she admitted that she didn’t know how she knew I was a farmer. ‘The Spirit is taking off its hat in acknowledgment of your effort and contribution. James. July. ‘Someone who came into the world and left again within a few days.’ Tacks in the mouth. Stickler for timekeeping. Railways. Fiasco at the church. Library. Inability to take a single word after Lawrence left me to go onto others.
Of course the cynic will say that any one of these claims can be taken with a pinch of salt; ‘It’s just coincidence.’ But even the most sceptical of cynics will have trouble dismissing all 23 as mere coincidence. The day after the meeting at Mrs. Wright’s house I picked up a book of my wife’s and started reading because I felt drawn to it. This caused a bit of an argument between my wife and I because she was reading it and didn’t want me taking an interest before she had finished. My argument being that if she let me read it I would be finished within two days whereas she could be at it for weeks and hers (argument) being of course that she was reading it and therefore I had no right to bully it away from her.
It was, in fact, a coincidence that my wife was reading this book which was entitled Mind Trek by Joseph McMoneagle because it’s not the kind of book that she would normally be interested in. If she had not been reading it though I certainly wouldn’t have read it, which a day later—my wife having given up on it—I did. Coincidence.
The book is about remote viewing, and it suggests that we might be able to tap into the future, a phenomenon which the author of the book has difficulty coming to terms with because he knows ‘For sure’ that free will is a fact. The Messianic Law is proof that there is no free will so when the author comes to terms with that ‘fact’ he should at long last come to terms with that contradiction which has no doubt troubled him for a long time.
The message that I picked up from this book was that we should take note of the information that just drops into the head apparently from nowhere. Take the first thought that comes into the head and just don’t let the ego (Messianic Law) get in the way was the message I picked up. Whether it is the message the author was trying to convey I can't remember. So I decided to give it a try on that week’s lottery. I didn’t expect to win because I know God doesn’t do party tricks but I wanted more coincidence so that when I present my case to the world nobody will be left with any doubt that there is more to life than meets the five senses. I thought; if I were to get three numbers and one or two that were just one away from the actual, that would be good enough for me. Then I told my wife (the eternal pessimist) that I had put the lottery on and why. Unfortunately I didn’t tell her that I wasn’t expecting to win, that it was just an exercise in remote viewing and coincidence so I received the usual cynical response both before the draw and after. I chose these numbers: 4, 5, 6, 7, 11, 13.
5, 6, 7 came up trumps and the bonus ball was 12. My wife of course said it was just luck, ‘coincidence’ and perhaps it was, but that’s the point I was trying to make. Think about it, I had asked for three numbers and one or two numbers to be just one off. Three numbers 5,6,7 came up 4 was just one away and the bonus ball 12 was introduced and placed right between the two remaining numbers. It is difficult to imagine how I could have got a better result without winning a large amount of money. On top of that I had told my wife before-hand that I had picked the numbers by remote viewing. I got not only what I asked for but even the bonus ball was introduced so all six numbers and the bonus ball were used. My wife thought I was stupid because I didn’t ask for all 6 numbers to win and vilified me for putting this interpretation on the draw.
The above is just the tip of the iceberg of things that have been happening to me and continue to happen throughout my life. There’s been so much of it that I feel I must write a book to explain it all – for now and until the book comes out I hope you’ll take my word for it that some of these things are far more amazing and far more important than can be explained by ‘Mere coincidence.’ Which still doesn’t answer the question; why me?
If God were to choose one grain of sand from all the sand in the Universe and then told the grain of sand to go tell everyone that ‘You are the chosen one’ how many of those being told would believe it? None, is the word you are looking for. Self-promotion is no recommendation so the grain of sand would need a bit more evidence than that. So do I, and no party tricks, which incidentally does not mean no miracles, miracles abound.
Now, if you are thinking that I, too—despite my apparent protestations—am also in the business of self-promotion, then you can be sure that I have my hand up but the reason is because no one else has listened to me long enough for me to convince them that I am serious and can prove everything I say.
Why me? Think about that question, think the grain of sand, if the Messiah is an ordinary human being he will have asked himself that same question and, as good an answer as any for now will be—and I’m sure you’ll agree—why not?
I am trying to identify the Messiah …OK, I’m trying to identify myself as the Messiah … but when I started out I didn’t know it. Circumstances, coincidences and facts compelled me to come to terms with the reality, and all are for purely pragmatic reasons. God needs to send people who He can use to convey the solutions to problems like climate change and population explosion and not for reasons that promote the ego of those being used.
Think cardinals in red robes, think Reverend Moon who has crowned himself Emperor of the Universe, think American-style Born Again Pastors who fly around in their own private jets and have a plethora of excuses to justify their reasons for not having to live what they preach and you will understand what I mean about ego. You must have wondered about the contradictions and the bigotry.
One of the things I have to do is reveal, with unequivocal proof, that the Reverend Moon who claims to be the Messiah, can not be. But in doing this, I first must acknowledge that he believes he is, and, since he is a robot, God led him to make the claim. Reverend Moon at best is in the position of (and this is Reverend Moon type theology) John the Baptist.
God misled Reverend Moon? Sure he did, trust me, God knows all things from beginning to end and He is fully responsible for all of it. To deny this is to claim that God is not in complete control.
The Messianic Law is the proof that the human being is a robot. It is a robot that contains the Spirit of Almighty God so the fact that He has programmed the robot to pursue its own happiness in no way diminishes its value. The value of the robot is equal to everything. The Messianic Law is also proof that in the Creation of an infinitely loving and merciful God the Human Being cannot be held responsible nor punished for its actions. This of course is the ‘Truth that sets us free’ from the fear of infinite retribution but it also presents us with a monumental problem.
Human beings that know they are not responsible for their actions and cannot, therefore, be punished by an infinitely loving and fair God, will understandably pursue their individual happiness to the detriment of other members of society and when everyone does this it is inevitable that the social structure will collapse. The threat of retribution has served its purpose, without it the world would not have progressed to the ‘civilized’ level it has today so, what to do?
If the Messiah brings the law that takes away the sins of the world and with it the fear of retribution he must also have a solution to the problem that the new truth presents and the solution is the message of consequence:
Understand the plan, build Paradise Earth and enjoy the fruits by recognizing the Messiah and following his instructions or don’t and suffer the consequences in the many lives that all, through reincarnation must live. The Messiah must also have answers to all other conundrums and paradoxes that have troubled the minds of conscientious beings down the ages. Those answers I have, I cannot think of a single question appertaining to this subject matter which I have asked myself over the years to which I was not given an answer.
On the other hand the Christian solution to all the problems confronting and threatening the world is and always has been ‘Jesus is coming’ so it is up to me to prove that Jesus is not coming that the story of Jesus is myth conjured up in the minds of ordinary human beings for reasons explainable by the application of the Messianic Law. The evidence is bountiful, irrefutable and most of it is right there in the bible.
Then there’s the solution of the Reverend Moon to world problems and that solution is 'Reverend Moon' who claims to be the Lord of the Second Advent, Emperor of the Universe, and with these claims he really has dug himself into a hole. Reverend Moon’s theology is indefensible and frankly for the most part risible, one has to be dishonest to oneself to accept it but then having said that one has to be dishonest to oneself to accept any religion, only the Messianic Law can explain this dishonesty.
Reverend Moon, to his credit, is not a bad man. He truly believes he is the Messiah, or at least I will give him the benefit of the doubt and say that I can believe that it is possible for him to believe it, but he is, like myself, the instrument of God’s plan, programmed to do what he has done. He is not the Messiah but he is in his own words, although the words he has mistakenly or falsely applied to others, in the position of ‘John the Baptist.’
Reverend Moon could succeed where John the Baptist failed simply by acknowledging the true Messiah and admitting that he misunderstood and miscalculated in claiming the position for himself, but will he or will history repeat itself? Emperor of the Universe and multi- billionaire, it’s a lot to give up.
When I am finished explaining the truth regarding Reverend Moon, his life and true mission to all the ‘Blessed couples and children’ none will be left with any doubt as to who the Messiah is and who he is not. I make this claim so that they may prepare themselves.
The bible says that the Messiah will appear to the whole world in the last days. How, is this possible? It will be the appearance of the Word, on the Internet, you are looking at it.
Since the Messianic Law will destroy the foundations of institutional religion and with it put the brakes on the nature of human beings to selfishly destroy their habitat and consequentially themselves, and since God loves his children equally and infinitely, (how could He not when they are all He?) a solution to the problem of the Messianic Law is needed; a miracle one could say.
The solution is for us to at long last understand the plan, to know that our purpose is happiness that our nature is totally selfish and to selfishly care about each other because if we don’t, destruction of this planet is imminent and reincarnation guarantees we will all suffer all of the consequences. There are no party tricks but there are plenty of miracles, we are surrounded by them, and God will continue to shower us with them whether or not we tune into His wavelength, the miracles will rain down on us much faster if we do though.
Why me? It’s getting to be monotonous isn’t it? Now I’m going to answer, or at least I’m going to give you the answer I have and which you can understand, there are many more reasons which may not make sense to you and others that I don’t even know about so I’ll simply present an answer that will satisfy you for now.
I have the plan, I am the ‘Way the truth and the Life’, I bring the ‘Truth that sets us free’ from the fear of Divine retribution, I ‘Take away the sins of the world’ I, with the truth destroy the foundations of institutional religion. And my authentication is the Messianic Law. Now having said all that and by so doing risked planting the idea in your head that I suffer delusions of grandeur I must also reiterate that I am a robot just like you. I am not better than any one else, I take no credit and I accept no responsibility. But as important as any of the evidence above is this:
For us to build Paradise Earth we must all pull in the same direction. Divided we fall so in a world where there are no party tricks only the miracles of God’s physical laws there must be rules regulations and a chain of command which of necessity leads to one man, the arbiter of last resort, the King, the Emperor, the Messiah, the Buck Stops Here … call him what you like … but it is essential the we understand, for reasons of pragmatism, that this is an absolute must. Where there is more than one leader there is a foundation for dichotomy which begets frustration, anger, friction skirmishes, violence, war. Wars cause death, destruction, disease, ignorance, all of which result in a situation which impedes, prevents, and counteracts the purpose for our existence and all wars have their roots in difference of opinion, beliefs, religion.
War is not caused by right against wrong but by right against right, wrong against wrong, presumed right against right, wrong against presumed wrong, there are many permutations.
In a world where there is no arms industry, no military services and no need for them, where all decisions are made at grass roots level then - when a consensus cannot be reached - handed to a higher authority, up and up to the arbiter of last resort, and with such a system in place we eliminate the opportunity for friction and its resultant offshoots of violence war and destruction.
‘The man at the top would need to have all the answers.’ ?
No he wouldn’t, God has all the answers, and we, as human beings, must accept that, as human beings, we must pursue those answers. Part of my mission is to try to persuade my fellow humans that God is willing and always has been to assist. That is not a cock-n-bull religious claim, it’s a fact, but we need to understand how this can be done. In the meantime, until I prove it, common sense alone should tell us that it’s not absolutely essential that the man at the top knows everything. Decisions at grassroots will have had the cerebral input of all the people at grassroots, then the cerebral input of the people at the next level again up and up. If by the time it reaches the top a decision hasn’t been reached, obviously the decision is not cut and dried, it will not therefore be a life and death decision for the human race otherwise the decision would be made at the grass roots or a much lower level. So almost all of the decisions needing to be made that come up from the grassroots will be relatively frivolous ones that can be solved by the leader tossing a coin in the air and saying ‘Heads A Lord and tails B’ That way there will be a procedure that ends in decision, eliminates friction and avoids the opportunity for everyone going around in circles getting nowhere fast.
With a world leader, there will be no despots, no fanatics, no madmen abusing God’s children. There can be no Zimbabwe-type crisis because the problem would be solved with two words: ‘Mugabe – out.’
So who will be the arbiter of last resort? It must be someone whose authority cannot be challenged; a Messianic figure, one with more authority than Jesus. Where will we find such a person? He’s not lost, he’s here writing to you. The Messianic Law is my ID, if it is correct the human being does not have a free will and with this new truth all religious institutionism collapses. The only thing standing in the way of me and my mission is (and this is irony for you) The Messianic Law.
With God all things are possible.
I have a plan, I have the plan and it starts now and here:
I shall send this website address to the Reverend Phillip Schanker (who is the reincarnation of Saint Peter) of the Unification Church and he will choose what to do with it. He can take it to Reverend Moon (the reincarnation of John the Baptist) who, after a lot of soul searching and a lot more evidence from me - which will leave him with no doubt as to who the Messiah is and who he is not - may announce the truth to the world and I will take it from there or, he may choose to ignore me as he has done in the past having promised that he wouldn’t. If that happens I will be left with no alternative but to go into the ‘Highways and byways’ and if by doing so I end up being crucified – again, well, history repeating itself. But with or without Reverend Schanker and Reverend Moon the plan is the plan; it is Almighty God’s plan and God doesn’t fail.