"The Farmer and the Gardener"

Think of our Father in Heaven as a Sower, with the entire Universe as His farm. Think of our Mother as a Reaper and all of Earth as her garden. Don't worry about all of the fields of Father's farm, or every plant in Mother's garden. Look at your own "farm", your fields," and consider how you want them to produce; think of what kind of nurturing you will provide to your children and grandchildren, and think of what you'd like to receive from them in return for the love you have showered on them since you first knew they existed in a woman's womb. Our Father's love and affection comes with conditions, and so does our Mother's. Whether you like it or not, Father controls the Universe, and Mother controls the Earth, regardless of what meteorologists have to say about "Weather." They created it all, and oversee it all. I'm not saying they take over and do things their way, every single moment of ever single night and day. That would be taking away free will, and that was never Their intention, never part of the original plan for humanity. To "oversee"is not to do the work for you; an overseer is a supervisor, who rarely gets his hands dirty with hard labor. We're being watched, and we were warned that we would be.

There's no "religion" to it; religion is man's creation, not God's. Our Father and Mother hate religions and everything that comes with them. Religion is just another form of government, and They also hate the governments of Men. Our Father is the only Governor we need, and our Mother the owner of the "Plantation" that is Earth. We have turned ourselves to slavery; one and all we have set our hands to the destruction of first, the Garden, and in time, the Universe...because the need to interfere with things that don't pertain to us is a contagious disease among humans. None of us seems capable of leaving well enough alone; we all want more, more, more....and much of the time, what we want doesn't belong to us, but to someone else. We will do this for a lifespan; for more than a lifespan because we pass our "hopes and dreams for a better future" onto the backs and shoulders of our children and grandchildren. Our grand designs are fodder for God's grist mills, and remember? "The mills of God grind slow, but exceeding small." That means that while God might take Her own sweet time in the doing, not one detail of the punishments will be overlooked. Not one jot or tittle. We are close to the end of the grinding; I know we are because all the signs of it are in place. Remember when Jesus said, "It is an evil generation that asks for a sign"? That's because signs don't spring to life at your convenience or whim....the signs are just there for you to recognize when you see them. The thing is, the signs are up, but nobody's looking at them with clear eyes. That's because nobody searched the Warehouse...the place where all signs are stored for future use. When your valuables are misplaced in a mega warehouse, and you need to find the jewelry stored in your belongings, do you give up looking after a cursory glance through stacks and stacks of boxes, trunks, and storage bins? No, you would search diligently, the way you were told to seek for God. If the jewels are worth millions, are you going to send the pool boy or house maid to look for them? I sincerely doubt that. After all, your most "valuable possessions could be stolen, or already have been sold on the black market.....just as your soul is sold to religion.

It's because we keep letting go of the old, in favor of the new...which looks so shiny and sparkling. The works of man have dazzled our eyes and dulled our senses....and the machinations of priests and preachers have caused foreskins to cover our mind's ability to reason, to think logically, using common sense deceiving us to the point where we are blinded to the reality that is our lives now.

We are dangerously low on natural resources; regardless of what self-educated experts say, it is reasonable and logical to conclude that the end of time is near at hand.

Speaking of the end of time......it means, "When every clock stops, and the measuring of time will be dead and gone, never to be resurrected." No more buying and selling of hours, days......minutes.

It is the day when man will get his "comeuppance" for what he has done. For it is mankind who will clean up the mess, regardless of how long it takes, or how back-breaking the labor. After all, you men have tossed a lot of man made "rocks" into Mother's garden, and you have stuck your noses where they don't belong : on/in your Father's "turf." Get ready for the shit to hit the fan.