A FEW MINUTES MORE, PART 2

When you consider why they dress up and replay the same Civil War battles over each year, hoping for a different outcome, it’s insanity. You're controlling an already completed historical sequence of events. Change your defeats into fantasy victories and sit your double-battered, deep-fried, mayonnaise-ball eating Butwidener, beer-guzzling, stank booty down. When we awaken, may hell open its gates and Yisrael break out of L7 like a rocket blast. Then and only then will many of the daughters of Sarah succumb to the sons of Abraham and submit. Asking a modern woman to submit to a good man is like asking her to cut out her VA Jay Jay, or, as I call it, her cash app, and feed it to her other felines, Josie and the Pussy Cats. Telling an entitled woman to live a godly lifestyle is like telling Winnie the Pooh or Yogi Bear, “Don't touch that honey until it's harvest time." Good luck with that. You're better off swimming with an 80,000lb Megalodon that's starving for dark meat. Meggie wants some protein. He's better off shopping at a farmers market wearing sandals and men’s Dockers. There is a time for Yisrael like there was a time for the gentile. The Father does everything with a purpose and a season. When your season comes, what will you do to maintain your spirit, Jacob? Trouble will follow the unrighteous and even beset the Most High’s tried and true.

Ecclesiastes 3:4-8
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Let no one think himself to be above the Most High as He sits up high. The earth is His footstool, and the heavens are His throne. Where do you fit in? You are his firstborn, Yisrael, not the Ashkenazi who stole your blessing. Everywhere Yisrael was enslaved, the land and its people prospered. You think the anglos were not aware of this? You’ll wish you had given us something in the form of reparations instead of harassment, persecution, and the deaths of our women in delivery rooms giving birth to our infant sons and daughters, whom you also killed, along with the trafficking of our adolescent children. We are less than 14% of the population, but we’re over 50% of all trafficking and kidnappings. {Joel 3:3 And they have cast lots for my people; and have given a boy for an harlot, and sold a girl for wine, that they might drink}. There are scriptures in other anthologies and Biblical texts that aren’t known by Yisrael, only by those who come to steal, kill, and destroy. We had ancient documents, books, and scrolls that the heathen stole after destroying great libraries and university hubs in Alkebulan. They’re hidden from us, Yisrael. Yahusha was the anointed one who didn't know he was called for such a mighty work or fully understand until Joseph and Mary, along with 12yr old innocent Yahusha, went to the Feast of Festivals in Jerusalem. The Most High's Spirit led Yahusha away from His earthborn mother, Mary, and His father, Joseph, into the wilderness, where He made His first sacrifice. Yahusha bemoaned to His Father silently that He was not worthy of His Father's people: I cannot bear this burden , Father; I am not worthy. In truth, He mourned to His Father and wept for those who persecuted Him sorely and berated Him endlessly. He was willing to give up His life in that forest for a village filled with people who treated Him like a dog. They told Him He was goofy and afflicted with a dumb spirit. You’re not the Son of the Most High Yahusha; you're high on opium. He thought less of Himself and more of them while taking His grief before His Father. He grieved for those who persecuted and bullied Him including some adults and elders who did likewise. That's when the Most High poured His Spirit into His only begotten Son, making the greatest promise of Abraham manifest before His angels. Imagine awakening to see and hear your Father’s angels ministering to you about how you'll be persecuted, hated, lied about, betrayed, tortured, and ultimately murdered by the very people you were born to save, who will hate you even more just because. That's a lot to bear on a set of a young 12yr old's shoulders. Continue—