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Message Subject The return of the Wingedlion
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Being fed the incense from the holy Temple in Heaven.

The next evening after the introduction into the Elohim and the Godhead, Something strange began to happen, I was getting this strong and very delightful oder being fed directly into my lungs from my nose. It was as if I had on my sleep apnea device and it was blowing this delighful stuff directly into my nose. As I asked the Lord what was happening, He told me it was the incense from the Holy alter in the heavens, and in it carries all the future hopes and dreams of all the saints for the restoration of Israel.

Then it changed into something so wonderful I had no idea what this was, but it is the spice that gives eternal life. It was filling my whole home, it activated the Sword that I had bought just a week or so before, it is a Appelgate/Fairburn combat folder made with the finest of crucible steel. It is produced by Gerber of the US. And I had bought the last of it's production.

My knife now had a fire on it, a blue Holy fire of God. And once I began to get downloaded the specifics of what this bad boy can do I began to experiment with it. It has two edges, one sharp to destroy and one blunt to consecrate Holiness unto the Lord. It can control all elements, hook everybody into the hive mind, it can translate all languages tribes and toungues so that everybody is speaking English nd I am replying in many languages all at once.

It has total destructive power; this was quite demonstrated as I went through time to a place of a simple gathering of people in a Holy place. The wicked had set a trap for me with a large black ops military contengent hidden in the woods below us, and also they had called for the fallen ones to join them in the battle to do away with me once and for all.

As we came out into the open I head a cry coming from the woods to stand still and not to move or they would all fire on our position. It was then that I pulled out this hammer of God and pressed it against my throat, it was then a modular adapter covered my throat around my vocal chords and I was holding the knife at arms length in fron of me. The the order cam..."FIRE!" The a hail of bullets and exploding morters came down upon us, but we were covered in some kind of bubble shield keeping us safe. Then from out of nowhere a battle class galaxy battallion from the fallen ones materialized from hyper space and began hitting our position with directed energy beams. Our shield were holding; but something else was also happening. The shield was absorbing the energy of the blasts and drawing from it a firing sequence based upon a vocal pulse that can blow away the Higgs Bossom, the glue that holds all particle mass into place, it then disintegrates everything in it's blast pathway and reduces it all to air or a light ash. But it is used somewhat like the wierding way modulars in the movie Dune. I was singing to this device when all this fighting came down. It was rumbling the ground underneath. A vortex of wind was forming from behind me, and a blue lightning was coming out of the ground to enter the vortex. I suspect it draws energy from a stablized wormhole. Then the windup..."MAU...DEEB" (I'm sure that is not the word I used, but just for demonstrating purpose, it was an angelic power word.) When the blast path was seen it was disintegrating everything in it's pathway. Allmatter was being turned into elements of the earth and space. And falling harmlessly to the Earth.

I had remembered the irst time I went to the shooting range and shot my Uncles 44 magnum pistol. I had a set of ear muffs on and remember to this day at taking aim at a metal bucket down about 50 yards and felt the percussion of this hand cannon, nearly flying out of my hands, and feeling the blast and watching that bucket turn inside out as the bullet hit it down range. It didn't hold a candle of what I had just seen. For some reason the blood of the human carnage was all that was left of the soldiers who had tried to ambush me. They had become a river of blood.
 
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