I have been viciously assaulted by wombats. They have circled me like hungry vultures sensing my frailty, my Christian spirit that so offends their devilish noses. So they swooped, dived and pecked away with their malicious nibbles, their libelous bites and their vindictive scratchings.
Have you ever been assaulted like that by vicious justice pervert wombats? No. Because only I have truly sufferred. Only I have been crucified by wombats on the cross of malicious vindictive libelous blab, bleb, blub, bleating, blether, blather and butter. I know. Jesus told me.
I love you, Lord Jesus. Take no notice, of those bastards. And I'd potter about my cell, singing ' My Saviour, my Jesus, Lord there is none like you, all of these days, I want to praise, the wonders of you mighty love...' it's a gentle song. So that in some way, in some spiritual shape, He'd hear it in his cell, the night before his crucifixion.
But he had it easy compared to me. He never had anything like this business. In fact he was a messenger of who was to come:
I was in the Spirit on the Lord's-day, and I heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet, saying,
`I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last;' and, `What thou dost see, write in a scroll, and send to the seven assemblies that [are] in Asia; to Ephesus, and to Smyrna, and to Pergamos, and to Thyatira, and to Sardis, and to Philadelphia, and to Laodicea.' Revelations 1 10-11
This explains everything, but those malicious marmosets know nothing of Divine grace or the sheer holiness of spirit you need to understand the beauty of these verses. Verses that I used to chant out each night, when I was insulated in Hollyoaks, by the organised evil that has bedevilled me. I used to chant, sing and shout out these verses and other holy texts to try to bless the whole prison, for only I knew the spiritual danger they were all in. Only I knew that malicious and organised evil was centering on the prison and only I could stop it gaining entrance and insinuating itself into all my innocent friends in there.These precious joyful and just lovely verses are what told me that I had to blog the malice being committed against me, so that the beauty of my research would reach as far as the cities beyond, where the Holy Infant Jesus laid down his sandals.
And when I saw him, I did fall at his feet as dead, and he placed his right hand upon me, saying to me, `Be not afraid; I am the First and the Last,
and he who is living, and I did become dead, and, lo, I am living to the ages of the ages. Amen! and I have the keys of the hades and of the death.
`Write the things that thou hast seen, and the things that are, and the things that are about to come after these things;
the secret of the seven stars that thou hast seen upon my right hand, and the seven golden lamp-stands: the seven stars are messengers of the seven assemblies, and the seven lamp-stands that thou hast seen are seven assemblies. Revelation 1. 11 - 20
This is when I was ordered to blog. To write down and make a holy record of the evil organised campaign of sheer evil and what was to come. The seven assemblies represent the seven conservative bloggers that conspired against me and have been destroyed. Actually there were hundreds of bloggers conspiring against me, but you get the point ; )I believe in free speech and I practice it, why not I have the lords blessing and commandment to do so. But that doesn't mean it applies to anyone else. You are not allowed to write about me, to mention me or to discuss anything. It's in the conditions.
I never said a thing about this whole recent affair ( my own affair) until I was gratuitously attacked, at which point, I communicated what was happening to me to the public. That was fair enough, and, by law, ought to have been respected. It was also a concerned attempt to get investigation into serious matters, which was neglected deliberately. There was nothing abusive about it, and I didn't merit being victim of a terrorizing 'Wanted Campaign' which you can't justify to me or to my family or your Father in Heaven. So don't try, as it looks like the Lord's seriously had enough of you.
He has. Your days are numbered. Soon he will gather up all the wombats, the meercats, and the wombles, and they shall be judged for their malicious evil and perverse crimes against me, they shall be found wanting, having no truth justice or poetry in their degraded souls. Then they shall be led out of the Hall of Judgements, their names erased from the Book of Days and then Gabriel will poke their eyes out as vultures dine on their intestines and their genitals shall be sliced off in the smallest of portions and they shall be thrown in the river of fire and sent to the lowest part of the dungeons of Hades where imps shall make sport with their hateful anus and sprites shall spit acid in their faces and their hind parts will be used as a dartboard by small furry animals. They shall be utterly destroyed and consumed by fire and water and crabs. They will be cast out of the worl and the next into the oblivion. They will be exterminated, the Doctor must die! Exterminate! Exterminate!
Heed me! The Wombat Apocalypse will soon be upon you. Listen to my words you wombats, aardvarks and donkeys. For I am the way, the truth and the life and no wombat shall walk through the Gates of Paradise but by me. My will alone shall judge them.
As a Christian I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice. Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator - by defending myself against the wombats, I am fighting for the work of the Lord.
Who says I am not under the special protection of God? My feeling as a Christian points me to my Lord and Savior as a fighter. It points me to the man who once in loneliness, surrounded only by a few followers, recognized these wombats for what they were and summoned men to fight against them and who, God's truth! was greatest not as a sufferer but as a fighter. In boundless love as a Christian and as a man I read through the passage which tells us how the Lord at last rose in His might and seized the scourge to drive out of the Temple the brood of vipers and adders, aardvarks and meercats, wombles and badgers. How terrific was his fight against the wombat poison. Today, after two thousand years, with deepest emotion I recognize more profoundly than ever before the fact that it was for this that He had to shed his blood upon the Cross. As a Christian I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice. And as a man I have the duty to see to it that human society does not suffer the same catastrophic collapse as did the civilization of the ancient world some two thousand years ago — a civilization which was driven to its ruin through this same wombats and justice-perverters
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