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Another Rant

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If you have ever felt the Anger of God by grace, then you will know that the drive, the fire, the passion, is His own. That keeps me going.

My issue, and therefore God’s issue, is with Twitter for the moment, as they hide behind a corporate veil to conceal their hidden agenda to snuff out truthsayers, such as myself. They have no idea who I am, neither do you. If the do know, they have violated federal and international law. I could be an anti-trust investigator, I could be a high up executive with information to reveal against them, I could be an Archbishop, I could be the Son of God (I Am One with the Father though, that is true).

I want your help, so hop onto twitter look up @travhf and read, there you will find enough damning evidence to at least prompt one investigation, but I am being muted. 😟

Promote it to get them to back off and let me issue my statements or judgements for all to see and let the public decide, not them!

Remember, we are in the last pages of the Book of Life, what you do will truly be written, so far none have helped me and I know Who I Am is.

If I stop posting on twitface, it means I have resorted to other methods or I am dead or incarcerated. You will know.

Thanks and blessings to you a thousand fold if you help, but do not and you will be spit out in the end for your impartiality.

Love is always the answer.

Peace
John William
Son of God

Edited for clarification

Platform

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Whatever you do
Do not use a corporate platform
To express your beliefs
To express your anger
To express you love
Because Freedom of Speech
IS DEAD

Which means
You are all slaves
Slaves to corporate greed
And you are just as guilty
For propagating in the first place

God Was Abused

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I toiled for forty years
In a desert I was planted
Storm after storm blew
Desert sand cut through me
Tearing off the flowers
But the tree grew fruit still
For the few who encountered me
They ate and were sated
For the fruit was and Is
The purest Love of the Lord

I bled and bled
That blood soaked bed
I wanted to hate
Hate the deed
Not the dead He said
Forgiveness was all that was left

Tears now stream down like a river
Filled with the blood of my enemy
The flow of blood and water
Burned the soil to death

But that tree grew
Despite the neglect
For Two in One
Is truly the Trinity
Of a God so loving
He protected me all these years

So to Him I give my thanks
Forever like incense
I burned those pruned branches
Amen

Something Tweeted

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As it stands
In my state
I am forced to take
Measures to communicate
My tweets are ignored
My judgements sound
They have no idea what comes
For I Am with the Lord
And the Spirit of Moses commands
When We stretch out our hand
The Hand of God
None can hide
Swiftly it comes
Judgement of the corrupt and evil nations and corporations
Amen

First Warning

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Since I love puzzles
I left you one to solve
A ray of hope and a Revelation
Of a Son come down from Heaven

I sent word to the thrones of power
None responded nor relayed even Love
For their prayers were empty
Thinking only of themselves

Yet I am a priest
A priest forever
According to the Melchite rite
Which is the order of
Melchizedek

So I leave this in your hands now
While I expect the greatest of faith
I know the usual response
Ostracism is your game
Two can play

I will for a short time only
Hear your prayers by my New Name
Amen

And the earth shakes and shatters
As the bowels of the deep earth
Open to consume a great evil
Amen

Perspective

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My situation is this
I cannot die
I tried many times
And so have they
So when I go
It will be permitted
Not condoned
That is the truth
Because it will not be my hand

The truth also is this
I already destroyed Death
So it has no power
Dead is dead
So who then allows you passage?
And why are the Martyrs sleeping?

While the earth itself is your rot and ash
Your flesh rots
Christ’s does not
Only a Christ can rise from the dead
Only a Christ can raise the dead
Only a Christ can ascend into Heaven
That only means I am a Christ
For I have done all these things
But you are too blind to see
That I am not THE Christ
Yet We are one and the same
Through the Most Holy Spirit
One with the Father I Am
In Christ’s Holy Name

So I beg you O Peter
As I descend once more even deeper
Beneath you and this world
In reparation, such reparation!
With but one simple act of faith for you to follow
After a united Easter Sunday
Would finally be accomplished
By raising Me up from the dead
Just like Lazarus
For all the power to you Jesus gave
Or is it just a seat to you?
So here is your opportunity
To show mercy
And reveal the true mystery of Christ!
If you think this is a test
IT IS

I need not the world
But you need love to live
It is what keeps the beat
Will you let Love live?
Love loves you
And I know what you did

Humbly repent
Unite the dates
I gladly die
For your sakes

Rid

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So here is a riddle
What should be
Is not
Therefore what comes is not what it should be

My justification
To save you from your sin
Freedom from slavery
But this apostasy
Could have gone on forever

I never wanted it this way!

You forced my hand
To decide the lesser evil

Forced my hand, you have
I will sacrifice my own life
For yours so you can love and be loved
Even though I heard you say
Good riddance
Could not have been worded better

On that note
Faith is truly dead
See ya

Fading Now

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If it is all in my head
I want to be dead
Because I am that anyway
To you and to them
So I will fade away
Echoing what only remains
That is what you and they want
Is it not?

Alas, I am trampled on by hate
With a looming disconnected date
That this is the worst possible way
To get attention
But I never wanted the attention
I only wanted to live to love and be loved
So I lived to the former
Was skimped on the latter
I will not stamp and rage
But quietly fade away…

If

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If
Presents an inferred path
By the choices we make
But now
You see it as an operator

If you do not repent
The Lord will not relent

But the Lord is merciful
And witnesses such faith
To cease the violent storms

What therefore should cease
If no ones prays for you??

Mysteries

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What Mysteries were unraveled?
For you, that remains to be seen
But the one who conquers all
Is the one who received

Glory and Love is all that remains
Undoubtedly God’s Own We are
Still standing not stranded
Never blistered by His Spirit’s Fire

The Key unlocks the Door
You have to open It to enter
But because of blindness
Christ opened it for you

Now He is calling you
Calling you back to what is right
To deliver you from every evil
And bring His Heavenly Kingdom down

Amen

Unraveled

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Inconsistencies there may be
All for a very good reason
To have come so very far
And notice only the Truth

Now the Gospel is Gospel
And the Revelation to John
Unraveled on its own
The Mysteries of the Kingdom

What is True is this
The fulfillment of God’s Desires
Is abandoning your own for His
Entering into Eternal Communion

Seeing Is

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Seeing the future
Is annoying actually
Knowing what was circumvented
There is no point in convincing anyone
For the mere notion is absurd to anyone listening
Even though I felt again today
The scourge to atone for them and you
Love you

Oh Yeah

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This Heart speaks gently
We are of One mind and body in Christ
Making Our Spirit One
Of the things of Heaven
There are many possibilities

Oh listen to the sound of My Heart
You cannot hear if you do not recline
Your ear to what is Heaven
Oh yeah, I brought It down with Me
His Kingdom has come
We, Us?

No Words

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No words

Yesterday

I saw Vassula in a vision
I saw an Angel of the Lord
Lift her up to Heaven
We were holding hands
Like a lover leaving for a trip
Not wanting to let go
Holding onto hope
As she was lifted away
She handed the Angel
Her gift from the Lord to the world
A book that was pure Light
With the Life of God
And the Angel placed it into my hands…

Passion In My Fruit

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Let us stop for a moment
And Reflect on it…

Ever wonder where that phrase came from?
To reflect on something?
To turn one’s thoughts back on
Etymology is fun
Funnier if you can see beyond time

It was originally a reminder to reflect Christ on whatever it was you were focused on
Reflect on the title and see the revelation in the phrase.
Amen.

Remember, keep holy by His Holy Spirit only