God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Part 8

 Sitting around my apartment yesterday, I started receiving some questions about women.  How does a Post-Modern man deal with dating, and dealing with women in 2025, and is there some greater wisdom there?  There is no easy answer here.  It is ugly out there.  God has shown me some interesting things.  

Wisdom in the Bible is often personified as female.  Why?  A woman, she may have developed a fear of God.  She had a lot of fears.  She feared that her husband or sons would die, be maimed, end up in jail, or something.  She may have wanted to get along with polite society.  Is her husband some sort of barbarian who is going to humiliate her?  A woman doesn't have brute strength.  She needed guile.  She did things looking to turn, or help her husband make good decisions. 

Man is the head, he is a decision maker.  Woman is the neck, she turns the head.  She helps him make decisions. 

Song:  "Back to Life." Soul II Soul.  

  But I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man,^[a] and the head of Christ is God.  (1 Corinthians 11:3) 

 Husband and wife, they are looking to go out to eat for lunch.  Husband looks at his wife, and asks "Where would you like to eat to day?"  She says "I don't know."  She says I don't know a lot when asks this question.  What is her husband?  A mind reader?  Her husband gets frustrated some. He doesn't understand that she is testing him.  She would like him to make good decisions.....even if it was subconscious. 

Christ is to man as man is to woman.  (No gay) 

Socrates was said to be the wisest of men.  Socrates says "I don't know." 

I don't know.  God knows. 

Men have honor.  A woman has a reputation.  Given a woman falls into sin, she was made a liar.  She lied to protect her reputation.  Did you believe her lies?  Working to court a virgin towards marriage is a lot different than "dating" a Taylor Swift. 

Song:  "I Think You Know What I Mean."  Gov't Mule.

Some women, they became wicked.  A wicked woman how was she turning men? 

My son, pay attention to my wisdom;
^[a]Lend your ear to my understanding,
² That you may ^[b]preserve discretion,
And your lips may keep knowledge.
³ For the lips of ^[c]an immoral woman drip honey,
And her mouth is smoother than oil;
⁴ But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,
Sharp as a two-edged sword.
⁵ Her feet go down to death,
Her steps lay hold of ^[d]hell.
⁶ Lest you ponder her path of life—
Her ways are unstable;
You do not know them.  (Proverbs 5:1-6)

In Modern Liberalism, there is a false belief that all people were born good.  Philosophers who created Modern Liberalism were haters of God, who intentionally set themselves against God and Christianity.  In Christianity, we understand Original Sin, and that everyone was born flawed. There is evil in the world.  A Feminist, she may have believed that she was good in her ideology, and that nothing she could do was wrong.....as long as she was a liberal or socialist feminist.  This bad philosophy has worked to disguise, and blind people to, female evil.  Harlot is a word in the Bible.  Were you living in a Harlot Society drinking a Harlot's wine?  (Revelations 17)

There is a lot here for a man to reflect on and pray about.  Sometime in Summer 2014, growing in faith with God, I ended up with a "Head of a Woman," in that, suddenly I was able to understand womanese.  Every hint or suggestion that a woman had given me, in my past, I suddenly understood.   

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Part 7

 How is you, the reader, how is your family doing?  A lot of people out there may have been hurting. They were depressed.  They suffered through a divorce or members of their family did.  A man doesn't have the opportunity to see his children.  These things hurt.  On a case to case basis, we may be able to look at a family, and see if there was a generational curse.  Generational curses and generational spirits have been a "Thing."  They may be removed; however, to remove them, someone needs to be able to identify that they were there, and repent of any sins.   

• You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me,  (Deuteronomy 5:9)  

• 18 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, 19 since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20 For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse. 21 For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like a mortal human being and birds and animals and reptiles. 24 Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another. 25 They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen (Romans 1:18-25)   

Freemasons, they made a lot of Oaths to God.  Did they break them?  What particular Oaths did someone make?  Given someone's dad or grandad was a Freemason, there may have been a generational curse on that family.  

In many Churches, there may have been Freemasons.  They may have professed a love for God, and appeared to be good Christians.  How was their extended families doing?  Given there was a lot of divorce, LGBT, children born out of wedlock, and other such things, that may be a sign of something bad. 

Given someone was blessed by God, he may have been fruitful.  Given a Christian's family has a lot of heartbreak, there may be something wrong.  Identifying that something wrong may be hard for some people. 

I have been aware that in the American Ancestors of Slaves Community, there have been certain generational curses.  Someone like Rev Jesse Jackson, he was a Freemason.  Was he serving God with what he was doing, or serving himself or something else?  Going further back in time, the KKK, it was a Freemason Adjacent Occult Group, which derived some of what it did from Mysticism learned in Freemasonry.  The KKK had particular ritualism and spiritualism, and did things in secret.  Going further back in time, certain slave owners in the South, they may have been part of other Freemason Adjacent groups with links to The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, and other Occult groups.  In the 1830's, a lot of Europe, and America, became really interested in the Occult.  That can turn really ugly on a slave plantation with Social Darwinists.  Various families may have ended up with generational curses.  A family may have been Church goers for generations, but something was done in secret.  

God does not judge the son for the sins of the father.  (Ezekiel 18)  The one who sins shall die.  This is about going to heaven.  A generational curse was not about going to heaven necessarily.    

Views on Society -

Atomism - A belief that society is made up of a collection of self-interested and largely self-sufficient individuals, or atoms, rather than social groups.

Organicism - A belief that society operates like an organism or living entity, the whole being more than a collection of its individual parts.

 In 2025, a lot of people have been taught to think atomistically.  Someone was an atom unto themselves.  Everything was about "Me."  Given someone was in sin during the Reformation, he may have needed to tell himself the lie that his sin didn't effect anyone other than himself.  The Bible teaches an Organic Society.  Christians are a Body of Christ, and the Body of Christ is society.  

The Bible has big genealogies.  Family is important.  Many people, thinking atomistically, thinking of only the individual, they may have been blind to generational curses.  LGBT is an example of generational curses being worn pridefully, as something good.  Christians need to separate themselves from non-Christians.  

Sitting around my apartment yesterday, this topic came to mind.  I could write a lot about it, and show people a lot of interesting things.  The context I have been writing, is the context it came to me in. There is a reality to a generational curse or generational spirits.  They may be removed.  Just going to Church, that doesn't remove them.  To potentially remove generational curses or spirits, they need to be identified and addressed. 

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Part 6

In February 2014, I had been on Twitter.  I started working for God full time, and I had between tweeting songs for God, with God.  Some of the songs I used were prophetic.  Anyone could have the gift of prophecy.  A four year old girl could have the gift of prophecy.  A Church Elder could have the gift of prophecy.  Anyone could have the gift of prophecy.  God gives irrevocable gifts.  Someone who grew up in a Church, and then ended up a Freemason, or in the Occult, could also have had the gift of prophecy.  Part of God's Divine Scavenger Hunt, over several years, was finding certain prophetic people.  This episode is how I became The Real Slim Shady. 

It was April 2014, a Friday, and I went to the Veteran Administration there in Murfreesboro, TN.  I ended up talking to a doctor, and I looked the doctor in the eye, and told him "I talk to God."  He freaked out on me.  He about jumped out of his skin.  He became a hysterical and demanded......he demanded I be institutionalized.  I suppose I walked into the wrong end of the VA.  

I agreed to be institutionalized in order to prove I wasn't crazy.  It was Friday, and the doctors had all gone home.  It was after 3:00 pm.  Personally, when I was in Afghanistan, there were no weekends.  I worked twelve hours a day, seven days a week.  I worked the night shift.  I was a little irritated losing my Friday, and sitting there all weekend, with nothing to do. 

They did try to drug me.  I didn't need their drugs.  I was all natural.  I don't even take Advil.  I refused their drugs.  

Sunday came along, and before bed time, they tried to offer me some drugs, and I refused them.  The nurse gave me this attitude like "It is your funeral."  That was the first sign that they slipped drugs into my dinner.  I did all right that night.  I was uncomfortable, but I lived. 

The doctors finally showed up Monday morning.  I ended up being interviewed by a foreign female doctor.  She was greeted by me letting her know how weak the doctors there were...in a polite way.  Didn't show up all weekend.  Slipped drugs into my dinner.  Who did they think they are?  I am not a lawyer, but I ended up being able to finding all the right buttons to push, and letting them know that I wanted out.  They couldn't keep me there legally. 

I ended up taking a personality test Monday.  Tuesday I was asked by said female doctor "How did you do so well?" in a surprised way.  I supposed I shrugged my shoulders.  The test was looking to see if you had a balanced personality.  Could someone be conduct themselves in a healthy manner, or were they weak,  allowing people to walk all over them, or abusive and over the top.  I walked the line.  I also had God on this multiple choice test. 

I ended up released Tuesday afternoon.  I had spent five days in a mental health asylum. 

To be tweeting or posting online, certain songs, for God, in a prophetic way, I may have had to fit into the song, and have experienced some things.  Some songs, they may have been prophetic.  Tweeting or posting said songs, for God, in an understanding of The Power of the Tongue, I may have had to be fulfilling them in God's plans for me.  This brings us to the Real Slim Shady video, where the main character of the video is in an Asylum.  The Return of what? The Return of who?  Not Slim Shady. 

It took me a few years after the asylum, before I really understood what Slim Shady was.  Eminiem was said to be Illuminati.  Knowing not much else about Eminem, just looking at his music, his fruit, we may be able to see some things. 

In the 1776 Illuminati, there was Adam Weishaupt.  Weishaupt was a Professor of Cannon Law.  He was a very educated man.  Weishaupt, and his Perfectibilists, they took on aliases.  These aliases may  have had allegorical meanings.  Weishaupt became Spartacus.  Spartacus was an escaped Roman Slave, who started a rebellion against Rome. The Romans ended up capturing many of the former slaves in the end, and when asked who was Spartacus, many of them replied "I AM Spartacus!!  Weishaupt may have seen himself a "Free Thinker" an escaped slave of Catholicism.  Weishaupt as a professor, he worked to make copies of himself.  Is that not exactly what Slim Shady was, but in a 1990's way? 

Tweeting songs for God, I may have been experienced something.  Either I experienced it prior to, that is, prior to working for God, I experienced it working for God, or I was about to experience something, where I could fit into the song, and hit some sort of standard or qualification to be tweeting it. 

God's Divine Savenger Hunt Testimony - Part 5

 We may need to take a minute and reflect on somethings that were going on in the testimony so far.  I was a pretty normal man in September 2013.  I received a calling from God in October 2013.  I was talking to God, and went into training with God.  I ended up experiencing a lot of interesting spiritual things.  What was I doing towards growing in faith? 

Previously:  "Understanding and Growing in Faith" on In God We Trust.  

In May 23, 2014, I ended up with a third eye open.  I didn't know what that was.  I was growing in faith with God and following directions.  It took me about six months before I even looked up what a third eye was.  I did some light research, came to some understandings, and put those understandings in my pocket for later.  It wasn't important to me that I had an open third eye. 

Given a Christian in Germany, around 800 AD, given he had what I had, he possibly didn't think about the third eye, nor write much about it, nor care.  He was talking to God, and growing in faith.  Today, we have the internet, and there is a lot of information out there.  I may be able to make some sense of things. 

The Spiritual works in particular ways, and there are rules that govern the spiritual.  In the Bible there were Seers, and not all Seers were doing right, nor were they servants of God.  If we were to watch a documentary about Prophets, every Old Testament Nation had their wisemen  and court sorcerers.  Only Israel had the Prophets. 

God conditioned me towards being successful.  God shepherded me into something.  God may have been shepherding me my entire life, and I just didn't realize it. 

Part of Western Occultism was working to relearn what the wisemen and court sorcerers of Egypt and Babylon knew.  Some of that was translated into New Age.  There have been instruction books that say something like "Do A and B and C will happen," towards opening your third eye.  Every so often, the last decade or so, I have found someone freaking out.  He opened up his third eye, and was attacked by demons.  He got into one of those instruction books.  That was wrong.  I was conditioned to handle it by God.  I have had to pray unceasingly, or sing songs in my head, or otherwise keep my mind busy.  Given I let up, I may have had something trying to fight its way into my noggin.  That is gross.  Many people who opened up their third eye, outside of God, they ended up with demons, and were perceiving through demons. 

The testimony that has been given so far, it may appear to line up with some other testimonies out there over the internet.  The Spiritual works in particular ways and there are rules to it. This could also be considered part of God's Scavenger Hunt, where I discovered lost understanding, and helped reveal some things.  

God's Divine Savenger Hunt Testimony - Part 4

 After May 23, 2014, I ended up very supernaturally sensitive.  In the spiritual, there may be Angelic Airwaves.  God speaks to his angels telepathically.  In said Angelic Airwaves there were also demons and occult weirdos through demons.  I felt like I became a "Radio Head." I was picking up things.  I had become different. 

Reading my Bible, I felt like I was "waking" or soaking things up.  It would feel like a red and black static on a TV.  It was kind of like being drunk on wine, but with a static feel to it.  About a month or two later, I drove by a graveyard, and I could sense or feel the spirits there.  They felt like black and white static on the TV, and that hurt.  I would recoil away. 

Back in March 2014, I had finished Twitter.  I felt like I had completed a learning mechanism for opening eyes and ears and teaching about faith with music videos.  Personally, I had grown in faith a lot creating it, and reviewing through it.  I had grown a lot in Christ.  At the top of the Twitter, I stickied a Tweet that said something like "For More Go Here," and there was a link to a Facebook Page I had created called "Champions of Christ." (Dread)  I hadn't done much with it due to ending up in jail. 

May 23, 2014, through the Summer, I was taking notes of things received.  Talking with God, I found that I could use "If, Then" statement to work things out.  I would feel or perceive out the right answer with God.  Given I typed something wrong, it may have felt like there was an invisible barrier under my fingers or thumb, keeping me from typing and sending.  Sometimes I would write something wrong, and immediately feel that it was wrong once it became public, and I would edit it. 

I learned about the word "May."  Given I was to type "Will," or something in the affirmative, that may have been like giving prophecy.  Did I have permission to give that prophecy?  Something "May" happen was leaving something open to God.  Potentiality. 

Song:  "The Last Time"  by The Blind Boys of Alabama.  

I had been a Prodigal Son.  I had gained a lot of attention from Occult Freemasons Tweeting songs on Twitter.  I ended up feeding the pigs.  After May 23, I became aware of them, and that they were watching me.  I would receive questions from people, and work out answers over Facebook. 

June 2014, I ended up homeless.  I had been in jail and had a few other things happen where I hadn't had time to seek employment with a Church.  I decided to drive into Raleigh from Murfreesboro, TN. 

Previously:  "Darknight of the Soul Testimony."  on In God We Trust

As a US Army Veteran, I had drank a lot.  How much is a lot?  Given a doctor gave me a survey at the Veterans Administration about how much I drank, there was a scale on a questionnaire between drinking zero, and completely unhealthy.  I maxed out his scale and then some.  After May 23, 2014, having drank as much as I did, it had done something to my biology and spirit where I ended up God's Spiritual Sponge Bob Square Pants.  I ended up soaking up spirits and sending them to God. 

In the first two weeks of being homeless around North Carolina, I was working towards hitting rock bottom.  Being homeless and losing hope is hard.  I was learning how to lean on God.  I ended up buying hotel rooms, maxing out my credit card. 

I was laying in the bed of a hotel room.  I had my Iphone4, and was on "Champions for Christ" Facebook Page.  I was taking notes, and working somethings out with God and the Pigs.  Suddenly, it came to mind about a legend.  I had read histories of The Crusades, and been been aware of a legend of a Talking Head of John the Baptist.  Suddenly, with God, this came to mind. 

Typing on "Champions for Christ" I write something similar to"

"I suppose we are on a quest for the Talking Head of John the Baptist." 

"Given someone has it, they should burn it." 

I took a break.  Writing things like that was spiritually taxing.  About ten minutes later, I decided to take a shower.  In the shower, with me, ended up being the soul of John the Baptist.  "Oh." I thought.

He was about 5'8".  He was stern.  He didn't say anything to me.  He was there for a moment, and then he went up to God. 

There was a lot of interesting things that happened that summer.  I suppose it is good to give testimony to it. 

 

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Testimony - Warno

 The goal so far, in "God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Parts 1-3," was to walk someone into understanding of some hard to handle spiritual realities, and how God's Divine Scavenger Hunt came to be.  Not writing a book.  Not getting into a lot of details.  Given someone has a bad attitude, they are jealous, envious, or wrathful......or anything else, GO AWAY!!!  Go take a walk.  Seek God.  Work to fix yourself.   You don't have to be here, and you don't have to read this.  God knows what is in your heart and your mind.  Writing these things, I have been in the presence of God.  Someone here reading wrong........It is nobodies fault but yours. 

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Testimony - Part 3

 It was May 2014.  I had become good at talking with God.  No and Go sound similar for a reason.  A man may have to stop and think.  I would ask him what to have for breakfast in the morning.  I would ask him all types of things.  God knows every hair on a man's head.  He knows what a man likes.  God has good plans. 

Given I had to travel a short distance, to a place I hadn't been before, given I was to go from my apartment, to a place in downtown Murfreesboro I didn't know, could I get there just with God?  Walking from point A to point B is easy.  Given you don't know exactly how to get there, someone could get lost.  I suppose I was still working to learn how far I could lean on God. 

May 23, 2014, the frame of mind I was in, when I decided to take a long ruck march, was one of testing the limits.  A rucksack is heavy backpack a soldier may have worn to carry all his gear.  I was getting some exercise.  I ended up wrestling with God.....in my head.  (Genesis 32:22-32)

The following is a testimony I wrote seven or eight years ago about wrestling with God.  

I turned 30 on March 9th, 2014. I had been receiving a calling, and by May 24th I had become very Good at talking with the Holy Ghost. I loaded up a backpack with 45 pounds of weight like a Centurion, and went for a walk.

Life for me had been miserable over the last few months. I was dealing with multiple legal issues for pursuing happiness, and obeying God. Time in jail had put me in financial trouble, and I was close to losing my apartment, and being homeless. I had no real friends or family in a 500 mile radius, and no one to really turn to. I had exhausted all reasonable possibilities. Nothing else mattered to me but God.

I started my March around Central Middle School on Main Street, Murfreesboro, TN, and walked till the End of the Road. It was about 7-9 miles. I have never really measured it accurately.

Along the way, God asked me to do things, and I had to reason with him. The Spirit of God was completely working through me. I had to take proverbial lessons God gave me, and we wrestled in my head. I had to remember God has Good plans for me. Don’t Look Back. Walk The Line…as in, don’t veer off the straight path laid out for me.

I felt like I had a disk in my head. God was at the front of my head, something not of God at the back of the head that I learned to ignore. I worked to flip this disk like a coin so that God was on top of my head pointing towards the heavens. I did this by obeying or being right in my reason.

I was told every lie I could image at the time about the Bible and scripture or hard truths, and I had to not care. I don’t care to repeat or remember them. I was showed many things like Enoch is to Noah as Elijah is to Elisha, and how God had been working through people, and many similar instances. I saw many visions, and felt like 2000 years of Christian history and suffering were propelling me forward. Like there had been people who had endured a lot of suffering so I could be doing this with God.

On the way to the End of the Road, I had a vision that Jesus was waiting for me there. I was close to losing my apartment, and had legal issues, had no job, nothing to really hope for, and little to no joy in my life. In February 2014, I was suddenly struck with what I'll call Divine Madness, that is, I could think of little else but God, and God related things, and what I was receiving was way more interesting than whatever else I was doing.

As I was walking, I felt like I may be taken up to heaven at the End of the Road, and all my suffering would be over. I wanted it to happen. I hoped for it.

As I reached the End of the Road the straps on my backpack started to slip naturally. I had straps around my waist as well. I felt like I could not stop. I could not look back. I had to keep going. I started running. I wasn’t going to stop. The straps around my waste slipped as well after my backpack hit the ground, and I pulled it for a few yard. I left my backpack in the street, and soon arrived at the end of the road. Jesus was not there. Elisha had to see Elijah.

I rested about five minutes, and took my boots off. It was disappointing not finding Jesus, but I had dealt with a lot of disappointment, was learning about faith, and how to lean on God, and was not disheartened too much. I started walking back. God said my backpack represented my sins. I left my backpack in the street, and walked back with no water or weight. I did not look at it or look back.

I feel like there are Jewish Angels around me. Off the side of the road I feel like I am walking in a parade to some degree, and there are Angels watching me, and fawning over me. “It’s Ezekiel.” They gasped.

Soon God tells me to walk in the middle of the street. This is an empty rural highway. I do so. Two vehicles were approaching. I had a bad feeling about them. I command handed the vehicles as they approached and said authoritatively, “I’m not Jesus. Jesus wasn’t there. I’m not Jesus. You can’t run from me.” The vehicles didn’t swerve or change path, and neither did I. I felt like a side mirror of a truck may have passed through my arm, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t look back. I didn’t care. After they pass I get back on the shoulder of the road.

Five minutes or so later a firetruck and a police car pass by me alarms blazing, and I sense that my backpack may have caught on Fire somehow. I start to see the bluest sky I have ever seen. It was like Heaven had woken up and come forth. I feel like there is something in the air behind me. I don’t look back or up. I pass back over Cripple Creek. (Genesis 32:22-32)

I continue my mental wresting with God. He had been sharing the numbers in the Bible with me, and how some of his holy miracles worked. I was beaten down mentally till I did not care about any of that, and shown that I should just obey the Spirit.

The whole time I feel like I had a disk in my head. I am still working it so that the good part is facing up. The disk kind of feels like some of the Catholic statues of Jesus or the Saints.

I was told that if I kept on walking Jesus would possess me, and I would be no more. I kept on walking. About a mile or two outside of Murfreesboro it was over, and I felt like I had a giant crown on my head. My body also went through some burning sensations that were different and supernatural. My whole body felt like it was on fire, but I remember a burning sensation in my groin more.

When I came back to my apartment I was more exhausted then I had ever been in my life. I felt like I was in some sort of high gravity chamber and couldn’t move for a long time nor did I want to. I felt burning sensations. I may have been similar to what Jonah outside of Nineveh may have felt like when God had him lay down. Eventually I watched two different lyric videos of “Sex on Fire” by Kings of Leon on my phone because that was how I was feeling, and that released me.

I became homeless over the next two months, and kept working on my phone. God was training me through his spirit. I have the Word in me.

This is the beginning of God's Divine Scavenger Hunt. 

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Testimony - Part 2

 In December 2013, I started having ears to hear.  I used to go to Church with my mom and dad, listening to classic rock on the radio, and not thinking anything about it.  Dad and mom were listening to it, so it must be ok right?  I had been deaf to a lot of lyrics in music, and didn't think much about their meaning.  I started picking up on lyrics, both good and bad, and certain sounds.  I ended up making a list of songs I felt were profound.  I had an idea for a Christian Radio station that wasn't playing Christian genre music or worship music, but Christian themed music.  

February 2014, I was attending class.  I had been a full time student at MTSU since January.  I was attending class, and suddenly it was like God seized my mind.  I had a hard time thinking about anything but God things.  I kept receiving Epiphanies.  Revelations.  Good ideas and ways forward serving God.  I believe it was February 8th, I decided I was done with school, and I was going to work for God full time. 

I had this idea for a Christian Radio station, and was looking for a way forward.  I decided to start a Twitter profile.  I didn't know much about Twitter other than governments and celebrities were there.  I started a Twitter, and I started tweeting songs with Youtube videos.  I would tweet songs with a few words, or a Bible verse, to focus someone's attention onto the lyrics. 

The first day on Twitter, I tweeted a hodgepodge of fifteen songs.  I started receiving lesson plans.  I would receive a song from God, and start developing how to tell a story or teaching something from it by arranging different songs.  I started planning these things out a day ahead, and then tweeting a lot of things really fast hoping to receive attention.  After two weeks, I started being able to tweet things in a coherent way, by the seat of my pants.  God would give me something, and I would tweet it.  With no doubt or fear, I would work through some sort of lesson plan or tell a story arranging music as songs came to mind.  

I didn't have anyone to Tweet to.  I would @ Youtube most tweets since I was using Youtube videos.  Sometimes I would perceive to tweet a government or corporation or something.  I suppose, over Twitter, I had been showing a specific character that gained me attention of some Occult Freemason people. 

I ended up in jail for walking home from a bar.  This happened on the Ides of March.  I don't really care to get into why or what else was going on, at this time.  I ended up spending twenty seven days in jail.  I had the ability to pay my bail, and offered multiple times.  The guards would not allow me to pay my bail.  They would try to force me to get a bail bondsmen, and that required a co-signer, something I didn't have. 

I ended up in jail for awhile.  In the mean time, all the things I had tweeted had been marinating.  This is bringing us towards May 2014.  Some very significant things happened that set me on God's Divine Scavenger Hunt, which started in May. 

The Twitter Testimony is profound in that it gained me attention of particular people.  Also, Twitter was how God shepherded me developing Prophetic Intercession, or I became a Prophetic Intercessor. 

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Testimony - Part 1

I had just moved from Washington State to Tennessee where I knew basically no one.  I had moved all my belongings from my truck, up into my second floor apartment.  I broke open a bottom of Jim Beam Rye to celebrate.  Sitting in my new apartment, celebrating by myself, in my left ear I heard a whisper.  "Friend of God."  That is how this all started. 

Previously:  "An Exodus" on Rocksteady Blog.  

Previously:  "Intuition and Perception - Talking to God"  on In God We Trust.

I had been a prodigal son.  I wasn't a good man.  I had been going to Church, and seeking God, and looking to get my life on track the months prior to "An Exodus."  I had also learned to "Go with my gut."  I perceived a lot of things, and my perceptions were better when it was life or death, do or die. 

After I heard the whisper "Friend of God," I started researching things on my iPhone4.  I found the Friends of God Movement.  Over the next couple days, I started hearing the voice of God.  It was kind of like the whisper, someone could have missed it, and it was on my forehead.  Sitting at my computer, alone, I would ask yes or no questions and get answers.  I could check the answer over the internet.  The answers were good.  I tested what spirit I had. 

God is love.  God's Love is fatherly.  God has good plans.  Sometimes I would tested, and I would receive something demanding, abusive, of some different character.  It would attack me like a lawyer.  I would use background knowledge I had received as a life long Christian to defeat it, and/or ignore it.  Given I was attacked, I would wait it out till I had the voice of God again.  

Over the next several weeks, there ended up being a lot of interesting supernatural things going on around me.  Walking from my apartment onto the MTSU campus, I started seeing a lot of dead animals.  Squirrels and birds mostly.  It wasn't enough to start a panic, but it was eerie.  I also found that a lot of right answers would just come to mind.  I decided, one day in December, to go to the library, and research angels and fallen angels and demons.  It turned out that dead animals were a sign Satan was nearby.  

I was having a lot of interesting supernatural experiences, and I had received a prophetic calling.  The topic is "God's Divine Scavenger Hunt."  Towards understanding that, we need to fast forward to February.   

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Testimony - Intro Part 2

 The Question:  Why can't you write like in "An Exodus" anymore? 

It had to do with developing the Power of the Tongue, and aligning my thoughts with God, and being of The Spirit of God. 

When someone writes they have Voice.  Working to write something in my voice, after growing in faith past a certain point, I wasn't in the spirit.  While writing, I would start getting tired, and my thoughts would become jumbled.  That would be "Spiritual Exhaustion."  Spiritual Exhaustion may happen when someone is trying to do too much, or going outside of God's plan for them. 

Previously:  "Is D&D Satanic? What is Satanic?" on In God We Trust Blog

Part of Spiritual Warfare has been about how a man perceives himself.  Role playing has to do with perception. Growing up, I liked to read Dragonlance novels.  There is a D&D style of role play associated with Dragonlance I never was involved with.  I just read the novels.  May 2014, I sat down and worked to read a Dragonlance novel, and I couldn't.  I didn't make it more than a page before my mind was jumbled, and I had to stop. 

Given someone is a Christian, society and education should be set up towards someone's mind being aligned with God, towards hearing the voice of God, and growing in faith.  "Shogun" was a historical fiction book I liked growing up.  I read it three times.  I tried to watch the Hulu "Shogun" series.  I watched a few episodes, but I had to stop.  As a young man, I liked to role play, put myself in the shoes of the main character.  That type of function or task isn't what God has in store for me.  It is not in God's plan for me. 

When I have written on this blog, it has been filtered.  At times, when queued to, I suppose I may "Thus Saith The Lord."  That wasn't getting us places in 2014.  I forgot.  I lost track.  Also, I tend to start laughing a lot when The Spirit comes upon me like that. 

I stopped being able to write in my voice.  The writing I have done is has been queued by God, towards God's good purposes, that is, building The Kingdom of God. 

Question:  When did you start developing The Power of the Tongue? 

Winter 2014.  I felt I was a pretty truthful man.  I found I was prone to exaggerate and tell half truths.  I started making my writing and speech more exact.  Working to communicate things about The Spiritual and God, there is no room for exaggerations or anything false.  There is a weight of responsibility, and potential punishment.   

It is better to say nothing rather than be wrong.  I was always pretty quiet person around friends and family.  I guess its the quiet ones that get them in the end. 

God's Divine Scavenger Hunt Testimony - Intro

The end of May 2014, I ended up on God's Divine Scavenger Hunt.  We are taking a break from teaching, and I will give some testimony....and we learn some things.  I ended up finding things like Jeremiah the Prophet with a "Witch of Endor," and the talking head of John the Baptist.  We will work to lead a reader into understanding. 

Post:  "An Exodus" from Rocksteady blog. 

I have another, much shorter blog.  This was the last things I was able to write as "Adam."  I am "Adam."  Adam was a man outside of God who was a Army Veteran and Certified Teacher.  My writing changed.  I stopped being able to write like I did in this blog due to developing "The Power of the Tongue."  I probably shouldn't be writing at all.  For me to even write like this, God let go a little bit.  

"An Exodus" covers what I was doing and going through right before I was called by God.  It provides a character.  It was the end of September 2013, and I drove from Washington State to Tennessee, alone.  I was relocating.