INTRODUCTION
Mon peuple, it is that time of the month again I am so excited I have made it to the end of another year and is looking forward to Europe for next year. Well people here I am officially starting my Blog on October 28, 2018 holed up in the Canada Post in a little town called St. Théophile, Québec-Sud. As I have told you time and time again `Just Do It`. I just decided to do it. St. Théophile is the border town of Maine, U.S.A. So much to write let me try and start from the beginning. On leaving Ottawa, this time the bus took me to Highway 174 the scenic part of Ottawa with river front living. I got a ride firstly to Rockland. A lady gave me a ride to a Tim Horton's at Lefaivre. Here, I fell asleep and had to be woken at 11:30 p.m. I discovered on my way to Hawkesbury that my knife was stolen. The Police who stopped me asked for it. It was nowhere to be found. I continued walking and eventually got a ride from the police up to Hawkesbury. The police car was most uncomfortable, we will not talk about the usual antics of these political enforcers. One of them telling me that I was singing too loudly in the night a few minutes before that he had informed me that there were only bushes and trees around no houses. They continue to lie as they have to. While in Hawkesbury I discovered that my fingerprints had also been taken. Right there and then I decided to write and publish my Criminal Corruption Alert. I am not taking any chances these homosexuals, lebians, and pot heads are cruel and sick.
In Hawkesbury I got a ride from a lady that seem to have been sent by the Congolese. Her Pastor is a Congolese. Suffice it to say the lady is trying to decide whether she is a saint or a witch. People are trying to mess with my head. I wish them luck. We travelled around Montreal with her pretending she had no data to use the GPS. We went to the Church at Mount Royal. Montreal is supposed to be a corruption of these two words Mount and Royal. This is the highest point in Montreal. Eventually we ended up at Bonaventure. I did not dither in Montreal by the next day I was out.
Montréal to Quebéc City
I did not get a four hundred that would have taken me to Repentigny but I got a bus to Sherbrooke and walked it over. Because I missed the earlier buses, I also missed the early fifteen that would have taken me to get the number two. This time I had to ask no question since I had already walked the Geography. Took the fifteen bus to the bus terminal and decided to do some typing at the Walmart and get something to eat. I was on the computer for a couple of hours. However, trouble started when I started to send out my Criminal Crime Alert. That is when the lady decided to forcibly shut down my computer because I was not closing my documents fast enough. I told her if she touched me another time I would charge her with harassment. Repentigny is a particularly dirty little place. At 4:05 p.m. after evading the lying Canadians I got the number two to Lavaltrie. Of course the driver wanted to drop me off telling all sort of lies. In order to get the shame out of his eyes he pretended ignorance and asked a little Congolese young man to interpret what I was saying. All I did was laugh and said you are in Canada. At Lavaltrie I was not quite acquainted with the bus system one hundred and thirty one to one hundred and thirty eight and no one was forthcoming. So I decided to walk. Unfortunately, it was raining so I stopped at a Veterinarian's Office to shelter and saw the bus whizzing by as per usual. I walked to Lanoraie I stopped at a gas station. Then went to shelter under the bus stop. It was damp and cold. I also saw another black lady, I did not know that she was watching me but at about 2 a.m. when I started to pray after changing my wet socks I saw her heading the opposite way. Then the police came and asked if I did not speak to her I said no, I do not know her. Then they gave me a ride to Berthierville. I noticed the McDonald's was no longer opening 24 hours. I stayed by the Tim Horton`s. Bad decision because I sat in the soft chair and fell asleep before the mock fireplace. I realized that the people went through my stuff with a fine tooth comb. The next day I did my ablutions matinales and pass through Giant Tiger and IGA where I had something to eat. I took a ride to Trois Rivierés from a young lady who seems to be a Les Biennes. I learnt the latter in Montreal from a placard in the newspaper from one of the pride marches when I was there in August. The placard said:
LES BIENNES
EST
VISIBLE
The people who speak french will understand what is taking place for those of you who do not, ask a French speaking person. The French lesson is out of the scope of this Blog. While I was in the car this lady seems quite uncomfortable, talking continuously in French on the telephone and fidgeting with her hair. Of course she dropped me out of the way. I had to get in a bus. I paid because I did not want to stay overnight in Trois Rivieres like Repentigny it is a very despicable place. I was hoping to get the next bus out. So happens that after I took the bus that was recommended by a lying bus driver and driving up and around, I found out that another bus took me further. I went back to the bus and demanded my rights. At 8 p.m. I jumped on another bus and was dropped off further along Notre Dame east.
I walked to Champlain, beautiful town spent the night there and moved on. The Relaxation Areas between Champlain and Batiscan were closed and boarded up and the Portable Toilet turned over. In Batiscan while walking a gentleman turned on a hydrant when I approached him. In my Blog of December 2017 The Little that the Poorman have shall be taken Away. I had told you people that I had showered under a hydrant as a teenager seems people are reading my blog quite keenly. They are over looking one thing, however, the temperature in Kingston, Jamaica hardly goes below eighty degrees Fahrenheit. In this country the climatic conditions are only fit for amphibians. I am Homo Sapiens. Flat bridged nose cannot live in ice box. I ignored the fool, further up the road the church facilities were closed. Nearing Ste. Anne de la Pérade people began offering me ride I refused. I walked all the way to the Metro and then did my ablutions matinales with some challenges, seem people were controlling the water and the temperatures. I had something to eat and then moved on. Spent the rest of the evening in the Subway Restaurant then moved on to somewhere warm to spend the night.
The next day I used the Subway Restaurant for my ablutions matinales. Then I realized there was something strange about the lights; so I kept on my clothes. On my way out of Ste. Anne de la Pérade a gentleman offered me a ride to Port Neuf, I accepted. Not long after I got in the van he was saying something about rubbing. I told him to speak in English. The gentleman told me he wanted to rub me between the legs with his arms. I said not on your life! We drove a little up the road and he was no longer going to Port Neuf. I walked on and then realized that I had a knife. I tell you God will give you amnesia to protect your life.Then two little ladies stopped in a car full of bird dung and offered me a ride to Port Neuf. They looked like characters out of Allo! Allo! The French Comedy on JBC TV. I said no I am going to Donnacona, a Catholic lady turned up. God help me and these Catholics. I Spent the night in Donnacona in the Tim Horton's the McDonald's was going through renovations. I was careful not to sleep again which was not good given the looks I was given by the evil workers at Tim Horton`s. I did my ablutions matinales and left. I visited Maxi and Giant Tiger and got something to eat. The previous night because I do not trust Tim Horton`s I only had six Timbits to eat.
Then I was off again a gentleman gave me a ride and then a lady took me into St. Augustin - Desmaures. The library was closed, Halloween things taking place. I visited the bank and then waited on the bus, the ninety two took me into Ste. Foy I got the eight hundred to the Walmart at Laurier bought some stuff sent out a Facebook and then left to catch the bus to Quebéc City. I stayed two nights. Then the second night people wanted to get me out of my warm place. I did not close the door I had no intention of opening it. Quebec is a very people friendly city I find, which is really mindful of the fact that the city is cold and thus build it`s bus stops in a ergonomically friendly manner. Unlike, the trend that I am seeing developing all over North America with these useless structures that are being built. If the persons who were designing most of these shelters were to use them, I am sure they would change their designs. Building ergonomically unfriendly shelters is not going to stop homelessness. Dealing with the economic situation will.There is a useless one in Bakersfield, Massachusetts and Angle Lake, Tacoma/Washington useless.
Quebéc City to Sud Quebéc
Got on a number thirteen from Quebéc City on Sunday to Des Hotels walked to Pont Pierre Laporte walked across the bridge into Lévis. Decided to spend the night there until I had some proper directions on how to reach my destination since there was a lot of roads going to a lot of places. Found me a nice warm spot in a TD ABM, the police came and told me some lies and ran me out. I ignored the two fools from Garda who were overstepping their bounds. The political enforcers were very helpful and told me there were no local buses. Since I had seen a network of bus stops earlier in the evening I headed towards them. Would you know it? There was also a transit map in the bus stop, so I headed back for my warm shelter because these political enforcers were obviously liars.
In the morning I went to the Walmart did my ablutions matinales and got myself some food to eat. These days I eat vegetables. Then I left and looked at the transit map and took my number nineteen up to St. Lambert-Lauzon. The driver did not want to take my two dollars for the ride but I told him he was luckier than most, normally I did not pay because everything I have has been stolen in Canada all I am trying to do is leave the big wutliss country because I have flat bridged nose I cannot live in an ice box. A lady assisted with the fare. I had to insist that the driver give me a transfer. He gave me one with the month not punched, at the end of the destination while standing there he corrected his actions. Anyway I expected that the connecting bus would not turn up when I saw all the nazis and mafias turning off the highway, I decided to walk to St. Lambert-Lauzon turns out I was at the beginning of the town and the bus would take me to the end which was about ten kilometres away. While walking I was picked up by a lady Nazi agent who dropped me by the church in St. Lambert. The library and Canada Post and everything was in the little square. The Nazi`s agent gave me five dollars and pointed me in the wrong direction. I went on my way along route 6 because the library opened at 6:30 p.m. and it was only 4:30 p.m.at the time.
On my way to Scott I was picked up by a gentleman that dropped me at the industrial end of the town which was not very pretty at all. I had to walk past one of those girly clubs in the town. When I was almost at Ste. Marie I was picked up by a Senegalese lady who had three children in the back. Their entertainment was the video they were watching. She left me in Ste. Marie at the church again. Unfortunately, I went over the red bridge instead of going left and continuing south via Notre Dame. Anyway, the bridge was quite quaint and the view down river quite nice even at nights. When I realized my error I turned back looked around and found my way south.
Incident 1 - Immediately, I hit the correct route I was pulled over by the police.The usual Nazi and Mafia things, Do you want a ride? Where are you going? We have a place for you to stay etc. The usual replies I was not interested and where I was going is my business. I do not need anywhere to stay. I do not trust Canadians they are wicked and cruel. They gave me back my Driver's License because I told them they can keep it. All the time there was this car with license plate number NP,,,,, listening and observing. I went on the way, while on Highway 173, (I suppose they thought I would have taken the green route even though it was closed/barreé effective October 15. I looked even though it was open and it was too dark, so I took the Highway).
Incident II - I was stopped by another set of officers. This time they volunteered to take me to Stes. Anges which was the town I won on any way to; not realizing that they had a devious plot working. I got in the police car, to this day I do not know where they took me, but it was not Stes Anges because when I arrived at Stes Anges the next day it is one of the prettiest cleanest and most organized city along that stretch 112 east. The police refused to let me out of the car because some of these police cars you cannot open the door from the rear. They have to release you. The location they took me was dark and desolate seems to be some industrial section of the city. They then took me back to Ste. Marie to the so called facility they have for me. Of course they were being piloted by a burgundy S.U.V. i advised them to release me because i was interested in staying at anybody's place. They took me anyway the political enforcers advising me how much they were concerned and wanted to help me etc. I walked away and left them after stating that the crooks and criminals who wanted me to live in Canada and to use my vagina to make a living would not have their way. I spent the night in Ste. Marie. The next day I moved on, I was not interested in giving any more camera shots because everywhere there is now camera.
Incident III - I was not offered a ride again, but when I almost reached the centre of Stes Anges one of the guys from the original two in Ste Marie turned up to question me again. I replied, the answers are all the same.Their only ambition is to lock me up illegally as per Jamaicans. All the Jamaicans did was to use my brothers to deceive me the first time. When the doctors could not take the foolishness any longer they release me. Asking me the same foolish questions and getting the same answers everyday. The second time they got a Nigerian and some muscle men who nearly broke my arms and again use my brother and his former girlfriend to literally tell lies on me. The plan here is to get me in a secure facility and then lock me down or get me in a place where they can inject me and subdue me while I am asleep. In Jamaica I was not aware of the plot because I did not know that people in my country could behave in such an inhumane manner. I don't know why I thought that way because these are the same politicians that took mentally ill people off the streets by the truck load and threw them in the mud lake.However, this sick plot was concocted by the genomic mutant Africans Bro. Anancy Nigerians and their equally sick partners the petits minded criminally challenged pot heads, homosexuals and lesbians Canadians.Two sets of sick people who had ambulance following me when I would not open my legs to co-operate with their plans.
I spent the night in Stes Anges a very hospitable town. Let me make a plea for them here They are obviously trying to help themselves and I like that. They see the need for a Community Centre and a library. The space that they have for the library is already full and there are only a few shelves. There is only one computer, there are no table and chairs. The Community Centre seems to be where those are. In this side of the world there seems to be nowhere people can socialize. I think people are realizing that with this lack of infrastructure their towns are going to die. That is why people are lapsing into unhealthy things on the computer and living sedentary lifestyles you need to socialize especially in the winter when it is so damp, dark and depressing. However, they obviously need help. The Provincial and Federal governments need to give them some funds.
The scenery was white the next morning because it had snowed the night before and I had taken a decision that I was accepting no more rides of five dollars from the Nazis and the Mafias and their friends. I walked all the way to Framport. I stopped at a Marché and had something to eat and drink a cup of tea. On my way up the hill there was a piece of tubing attached to an hydrant or pipe. This was the second time this was being done as I said previously persons have been reading my Blog.
Incident IV - Then the police came again. This time the political enforcer said he only spoke French. When I proceeded to ignore him he showed me his handcuffs. I gave him my ID and listened to the same set of questions by the political enforcers. I walked away and left the ID. He followed me and returned the ID and went ahead of me and waited until the next agents had taken over. These hills on Highway 275 were quite challenging. I am still feeling the effect on my legs. I walked through Framport which had nothing really on to St. Odlin. This is where I had to show the pornographic photographs of my rump through their cameras at the municipality bathroom while I was doing my ablutions matinales. They closed the library because I suppose they wanted to watch pornography. I hope they had some good shots so that they can give all the bored billionaires funding their schemes some good pictures to make their day. SICK PEOPLE!! When I entered the municipal office everyone was smiling and going on with their antics. They even had a gentleman entered the bathroom while I was in there. I told him those are the sick things I expect from Canadians, I was not surprised. He disappeared!!
Incident V - Suffice it to say the political enforcers came from the south east and wanted to give me a three hundred Dollars tickets for flannage and arrest me. I left and walked all night to St. Prosper. I reached the town Centre at about 4 a.m. Did my ablutions matinales at the Subway Restaurant being mindful of my previous encounter. Then ate something and had a nap. At 1 p.m. I went to the library where I was being told that I had to pay fifty cents for an hour of computer time. On accessing my email I found out that my job offer had passed. I stayed there until 4 p.m. when it closed of course the Nazis and Mafias wanted to charge me fifty cents per hour. I said no problem go ahead all I have is my card. The lady decided not to at the end of the day after I had given her my card. Little by little I am educating the people on this stretch. In this city they have a hockey Arena. I am wondering why are they building these one purpose facilities. Why not build a complete community centre where all types of sports are offered and all types of activities can take place. Myopia is all over Canada. I left St. Prosper at 4 p.m. and walked into Ste. Zacharé at 9 p.m.
Incident VI - Of course I was stopped by the police and offered a ride along the way but I refused. I also realized that the political enforcers that have been harassing me were from St. Georges and not Ste. Marie as I thought. Stayed the night in Ste. Zacharé in a nice warm place after getting something to eat at Le Magasin at the square, next morning went in search of the library. Instead found Le Inter Marché and got myself something to eat and a cup of tea bought some fresh vegetables.
Incident VII - While I was in the store buying the police attacked me I said you will have to wait until I am finished purchasing the things for my breakfast then I will speak to you.While I was shopping I gave him my ID to process. After I finished I spoke to him. The usual white Canadian lie one lady had told on me. People seem to have to lie to do everything in this country, get job, get business, get money etc That is why when I told Rubina Shaikh the truth she did not believe me. It is a lying culture. When I found the library it was closed as per usual, open on Thursday and Saturday. When I reached the school where the library is, one PSW tried to divert me I ignored her. Then I went to Le Magasin and got another cup of water to mix my tea. I did not use their sugar. Woe is me!! All day the police harassed me. After been driven out the school where I could not even use the washroom in peace. I walked south on Highway 275.
Incident VIII - After stopping and having something to eat I was stopped by a lone woman police. Same Nazi questions, I gave her my ID and went on my way.
Incident IX - Further down the road I was stopped by two male officers who wanted to know if I was going over the border. I told them I don't know where the border is.
Incident X - Some distance down the road I was stopped by the RCMP and another police officer who was very helpful.They advised that all I had to do was go through a bank of trees and I would be across the border but I could get in trouble with the US border guards. I said Òh yes! and then moved on. Then I saw a government car turn up as I was walking along; on further investigation I found out it was the Canada Border Services. I moved along, seem the plan was that I would try to dash through the bushes and be ambushed. I paid them all no mind. Ignoring the Canadian Hillbilly thinking these Canadians are the most foolish people I have had the misfortune to meet. On my way someone left their lug tool in the way I suppose they were angry because their schemes did not go as planned. I took up the tool and threw it in the gutter, then continued to Ste. Côme Lernieré when I reached one of the first stop lights I have seen in this part of the world it said Maine (E.U.) 31. That is 31 km on the 173 to Maine, U.S.A.
Ste Côme Lernieré was another treat. The library opened at 6:30 p.m. after I finally found it stuck to L`hotel de Ville near the church. I did my ablutions matinales in the Loisirs de Ste Côme Lernieré. This is the Hockey arena, at 3 p.m. everything was more or less closed. I was careful of cameras. I also prepared something to eat. I visited the church at 6 p.m. and sat in on some people praying the Roman Catholic way in French. At 6:30 p.m. I lit two candles one each for my daughter and myself. People these things are not free anymore; the large ones are five dollars each and the small ones one or two dollars.
The action began when I reached the library, where the public computer is supposed to be they had an old Fiche Reader. I asked the Librarian, who was an old lady if it was working. We used them in the insurance industry to access information on policies issued in the seventies which were on microfilms and were not computerized. I saw all sort of books about forgiveness. My genomic African Mutants Bro. Anancy Nigerians if you want forgiveness all you have to do is do what I did and come and ask for it. I am not as cruel as you all are I won't laugh at you. Just send one of those ladies with the grade À false hair that you people so love and that you have sold your souls for, so that I can hang the person by it after cutting it off like Rumpelstiltskin. Moving right along, to complete the decoration there was also the cardboard boxes and black boxes. The little old lady (lamb to the slaughter) advised that there were no public computers. I asked her to send an email for me, when I realized that her spelling was not that strong I gently suggested to her that she might want to change her mind and allow me to do the typing while she watched because we only had two hours in the library and at her pace it could take that long to send the one email.
Voila! Another computer was uncovered which I had access to. It was a working computer that sat idle. I sent the email and a FaceBook post advising that I was being highly censored in one of the so called first world democracies. I could hardly send the email because my mouse was remotely controlled as per usual. I advised my brother that I had discovered that all my things were destroyed when I left my bag at his house, my one jeans pants, my brand name LaCoste sneakers were slashed (they are a fine pair of sneakers) and everything had holes including my tights plus I needed a winter coat for the cold since my good coat was stolen in Connecticut. In evaluating another of the libraries in these towns one realized that the contents of these libraries are very limited. It is apparent that these people are in need of assistance. I thought life in Canada was equal everywhere. I have suffered a rude awakening. That is something for my Blog pages the social shocks of North America. Now I realize why everyone is gravitating towards the major urban areas and refusing to leave. There is a vast difference in terms of the availability of facilities, If I did not have another project to begin working on in addition to my Re-Aligning of Africa I would certainly take up urban planning, something seems very out of place here. Someone is not doing their job apart from the politicians, the latter is a given.
Incident XI and XII - I left Ste. Côme Lernieré at 8:30 p.m. on my way to Ste. Theophilé. I was stopped by the political enforcers twice at this point I advised the first set that their Senior Officers and Politicians are corrupt and they were to stop harassing me. While we were standing there in the cold the Police Officer took out his hat and jacket and put them on to show me that he had proper gear and the fact that my email was not confidential. I ignored him completely. On my way from Ste. Côme Lernieré the poison I was fed in the hot water I got in Ste. Zacharé had kicked in. I had to be confessing my healing scriptures and speaking judgment over the Nigerians all night (Father, I leave those witches and wizards to you).This was how they had ruptured my anus in 2010. I said rumpists that they all are they had to head for my anus again. Suffice it to say by the next morning I had my break through and passed out everything. I made a stop along the way to rest my legs and do some exercise. When I reached everywhere was closed so I found a warm place at Canada Post. Next morning I had something to eat and went exploring to find the border. I did not!
Incident XIII - On my way back it began snowing Next thing I knew the the political enforcers were on me again. First it was one car then another car came. One was before me and another was behind me. Then they called a Social Worker. I got in her car but advised her that I trust no Canadian and had no intention of sleeping in anyone's house. They dropped me off in Ste. Theophilé again I got something to eat and was assured by a young man who had an earring in each of his ears that i could stay in the warm area and no one would trouble me. The next day I went to Church a little old man advised that the church opened at 9 a.m. which was obviously a lie because that is the time the mass started. I went straight to the washroom only to find out that it is equipped with a shower, washing machine and dryer. I waited until those people who were sent their left. I stripped down took a shower and skin up my bottom to the camera again. The water to the washing machine was turned off and I turned it on. The Dryer was plugged out and I could not find the outlet by this time since they were getting nowhere with the foolish questions they ran me out of the place. I did not mind I was clean and my hair was combed. I had to throw away another pants seem they put acid on this one.
I had something to eat at the Épicerie and the man ran me out of his place telling me it is not a bibliothéque.
Incident XIV - Then 10 p.m. th political enforcers gave me a ticket for one hundred and forty nine dollars for flannage. I threw it away, left the place and return when the police had left, I return out of the cold. At 12:30 a.m. the Nazis sent one of their agents to spy on me. I am sure she does not even live in the area because the people in the town paid me no mind.since I gave the Social Worker and the young man at the church my card and told them to read my Blog. I am still in Ste. Theophilé writing my Blog from number 616 hoping to head across the border tomorrow into Maine, USA.
Incident XV - I am still here! I will leave for Maine tomorrow but Blog time is warfare time. The Political enforcers attacked me this morning again.I had to just tell him to shoot me in the back and say I attacked him because that is what they do in North America. All I did was to visit a school looking for the library. When I rung the bell they ignored me so I moved on to the municipality office. They gave me a map that could not be read with the naked eye and I told the lady I needed no help from any Canadians. I advised her that in the area I needed help they were not forthcoming but was ready to offer the help they wanted. I went in the rain and used the map she gave me which was unreadable as an umbrella.and went exploring. That is when the Police attacked me and decided that he only spoke in French because it is Quebec and that he was going to charge me and reeled out the list of charges in French. I told him I was not surprised when they gave me my Charter of Rights in Ontario they also told me it was not worth the paper it was written on. In addition, according to the law of the country everyone should be accommodated in the language they are most comfortable in, so he can go ahead and write up whatever he wanted. I went to buy something and then I saw him coming and returning my ID and buying orange drink. They want to take bribe from crooked politicians that is their business. Let the crooked and criminal People's National Party members in Jamaica tell them to shoot me in the back because they have taken filthy lucre which they cannot repay.
In the evening while I was eating one gentleman came to me in the restaurant and told me that he only spoke French, instead of running the crook I engaged in conversation with him in French. I told him that I was well rested and spent the time from 10 p.m. Sunday to 3 a.m. Monday morning writing my Blog. I also told him that I had no intention of returning to Toronto it was too dangerous for my health. When I returned to my warm spot another crooked member of the committee came to displace me. Suddenly, everyone only speaks in French because it is Québec. It is obvious that the Nazis and Mafias have the people under serious pressure.
In the evening the same lady from the municipality came to me while I was anointing my mutilated feet telling me about help. I ran her again and told her all I wanted was to relax my feet and rest. Suffice it to say i challenged the border and ended up at the American Customs At Jackman, Maine. I reached there after five and left 9 p.m. They searched everything including my person. Ended up getting my brother i am most grateful to them because prior to that i was unable to speak to him over the telephone. He also promised to put some money in my account which was done after I went on social media and curse the evil Canadians that even the Americans have a little conscience. I deal with this topic in another area.
Let us now go to world events I am now focusing on the Yemenites. Yémen, la vraie crise Here is a story about what is happening in the country. Well, my friend the Yemenites what this Jamal Khashoggi affair has done is to reveal to you that all your so called allies were actually your enemies because they have been selling your enemy Saudi Arabia Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMD) to blast you people into the Arabian Sea. Hush, it is the way of the World. Let us examine the hard monetary economics of the situation. President Trump is a hard nose businessman who has been boasting about the performance of the American economy and the increasing number of jobs he has created. America is a country that thrives on war whether the ones they are involved in or the ones they are supplying. Please people, you do not expect President Trump to break a US $115Bn military contract to supply arms to Saudi Arabia and affect the economic indicators of America.
Then there is Germany with Sis. Merkel over there, $25 Bn contract. Madame Merkel has been having problems with her coalition. She cannot take any more tremors at this time. Let us hop over to Canada, you do not want to be in the shoes of this little young man called Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, the federal government is reeling under a $19 Bn deficit which is increasing, a pipeline that is an albatross around the neck of the federal government that they are trying to dispose of and a Province that has a $15 Bn deficit.You do not want to affect employment in the latter. You can do public relations by saying that you will break the $25 Bn arms deal with Saudi Arabia but that is all you will be doing good public relations you cannot afford the seismic shock to your economy especially with the ruptured stock of Cannabis for your potheads.
Your case is dire this is how we will handle your situation I will pray to my Jesus because at present it seems Allah is favouring Mohammed Bin Salman (MSB). I will pray that my Jesus protect your people and your leaders. I will pray that the resources you need will be supplied. We will pray that there is a remarkable change in your economy. When my Jesus has delivered all of you, you will give the glory to Him and your lives.
REFLECTIONS
No mystery here, in my continued study of all things mystical about the Bible. I want to look at a very positive topic in a world that is not so positive at this time. What a fantastic city?
CRITICAL DEFINITIONS
New - Adjective
Not existing before; made, introduced, or discovered recently or now for the first time.
Already existing but seen, experienced or acquired recently, or now for the first time.
Jerusalem - A holy city for Jews, Christians and Muslims the capital of the ancient kingdom of Judah and the modern state of Israel. The name means `City of Peace. Jerusalem is often called Zion, Mount Zion is the hill on which the fortress of the city was built.
OUR FUTURE NEW HOME
The New Jerusalem, which is also called the Tabernacle of God, the Holy City, the City of God, the Celestial City, the City Foursquare, and Heavenly Jerusalem, is literally heaven on earth. It is referred to in the Bible in several places Galatians 4 verse 26; Hebrews 11 verse 10; Hebrews 12 verses 22-24; and 13 verse 14, but it is most fully described in Revelation 21 - 22.
As is said in the book of Revelation the new Jerusalem will be right here on Earth it shall be coming down proving the point that `Heavens of the heavens are the Lord's and the Earth He has given to men.Psalm 115 verse 16. Basically it is a very factual topic and most things have been mentioned already the names of the tribes of Israel and the jewels that were mentioned in the construction of the Priest's garments.
The new Jerusalem has the glory of God and radiance like a rare jewel and was as clear as jasper. The city has a great high wall with 12 gates and the names of the sons of Israel were inscribed. There were three gates in each side of the walls east three gates, west three gates, north three gates and south three gates. The walls had twelve foundations which had the names of the Apostles of the lamb. The city was four square its length, height and width equal and measured 12,000 stadia. A stadia is an ancient Roman or Greek measure of length about 185 metres or 607 feet which meaning the dimensions of the city translate to about 1,380 miles or 2,220 Km The wall was 144 cubits thick which is about 216 feet. The New Jerusalem will be fantastically huge. John records that the city is nearly 1,400 miles long, and it is as wide and as high as it is long—a perfect cube Revelation 21 verses 15 - 17.
Building Material
The wall was built of Jasper while the city was of pure gold, like clear glass. The foundations of the wall was adorned with every kind of Jewelry. The first was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth onyx, sixth carnelian, seventh chrysolite, eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth and the twelfth amethyst.
The twelve gates were twelve pearls each gate made of a single pearl and the streets of the city was made of pure gold. The city will also be dazzling in every way. It is lighted by the glory of God verse 23. Its twelve foundations, bearing the names of the twelve apostles, are “decorated with every kind of precious stone” verse 19. It has twelve gates, each a single pearl, bearing the names of the twelve tribes of Israel verses 12 and 21. The street will be made of pure gold verse 21.
No Temple
There was no temple in the city for the temple is the Lord God Almighty and the lamb, The city had no need for sun or moon to shine in it for the glory of God and the lamb shone on it. By its light will the nations walk and the kings of the nations will bring their glory in it. There will be no more night they will see him face to face their names will be on His forehead.Revelation 21 verse 22.
Names in the Lamb's Book of Life
Nothing unclean or anyone who is detestable shall enter into it only those who are written in the lamb's book of life. Revelation 21 verse 27.
River of Life
This river flows from the throne of God through the middle of the streets. On either side of the river was the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruits yielding each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. The New Jerusalem will be a place of unimagined blessing. The curse of the old earth will be gone Revelation 22 verse 3. In the city are the tree of life “for the healing of the nations” and the river of life verses 1 - 2. It is the place that Paul spoke of: “In the coming ages [God] might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus” Ephesians 2 verse 7. The New Jerusalem is the ultimate fulfillment of all God’s promises. The New Jerusalem is God’s goodness made fully manifest.
The Father and the Lamb are there Revelation 21 verse 22. Angels are at the gates verse 12. But the city will be filled with God’s redeemed children. The New Jerusalem is the righteous counter to the evil Babylon Revelation 17, destroyed by God’s judgment Revelation 18. The wicked had their city, and God has His. To which city do you belong? Babylon the Great or the New Jerusalem? If you believe that Jesus, the Son of God, died and rose again and have asked God to save you by His grace, then you are a citizen of the New Jerusalem. “God raised you up with Christ and seated you with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus” Ephesians 2 verse 6. You have “an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade” I Peter 1 verse 4. If you have not yet trusted Christ as your Savior, then we urge you to receive Him. The invitation is extended: “The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come!’ And let the one who hears say, ‘Come!’ Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life” Revelation 22 verse 17.
CANADIAN OPPRESSION
Oppression is a terrible thing, I realized this when I saw myself going through forests, crossing rivers by stepping stones and going through snow and bleaky weather in order to get to a chink in the American border to cross over to America. Then I realized that this would not happen and I had a reality check and said Raphleta, what are you doing? This is not the way you do things you do not even like America. Then I could empathize with my brothers and sisters all over the world especially those in Central America on their way to the American border. Having never lived under an oppressive regime until now and having my movements restricted I realized how desperate they had to be to make a decision to storm the American border. All they are saying is I rather throw myself on the mercies of the Americans rather than live in my present condition it is the better of two evils. As I have always said the man with the experience is never at the mercy of the man with the explanation.
Canada is an oppressive country to me because the Canadians have decided that I am inhumane and a chattel and not free to make my own decisions. My brother had to run from Canada just to save himself from doing any other illegal or outright inhumane act. These Canadians are out of hand. What has this to do with the new Jerusalem. It has made me even more determined not to settle for second best or what left that would be Canada. Canada is not even my second or third choice of somewhere to live. I have never thought of living in Canada permanently. God only gives you His best and He has never sought to control anyone against their wishes. That is called the power of will. Anything else is called witchcraft.
Interpretation: Anytime a lady angel turns up in your dream it is demonic. No angelic messenger ever manifested as a female in the Bible. Daddy is just reminding me that I am not only being physically oppressed but spiritually also. I was present in church when the Pastor's wife went on the pulpit and said « you shall not fulfill your destiny» and my things were being stolen while I was present in the church and I was being told that I was poor. The colour of the garments is par for the road expected. One of the tactics of the enemy is to try to get me to use my own mouth to kill my destiny. Every Time these people go into my bags they destroy everything I have. The last things in recent times were my comb and a flashlight that I had all the way from Portland, Oregon and use on the road when I am alone at nights to read the signs. I suppose they are waiting for me to buy new panties so they can steal some more. Redeemed Christian Church of God (R.C.C.G) can continue to pray all the bad prayers that they want I only say what the word of God says and He says the poor are to say they are rich and the weak ought to say they are strong. Joel 3 verse 10. Let us sing the song also, Give Thanks with a Grateful Heart. The Bible also says suffer a witch to die don`t worry you all will be perishing Exodus 22 vs 18, The dream was just saying vigilance in this area.
I have no intention of living in North America dead or alive so you can all give the injections and drugs you want to. I have not met anyone in these countries who can cause the sun to shine or change the seasons. GO AHEAD AND KILL ME IF IT IS YOUR PLEASURE!! Just send the bones home to Jamaica and while you are there ask those people with dual citizenships who have taken your money; why they got citizenship and returned home to Jamaica anyway?
CONCLUSION
In concluding, I am so sorry to disappoint most of you, North America is not heaven, désolé. You can all stop selling your souls to get to North America. If they can do it so can you sort out your own democracies.
Remember, the Bible says it is those that endure to the end. There is an endurance and you are going to have to make it to the end. Almost persuaded is not going to cut it. If you are not born again I hope I have convinced you to come over to the winning side, so you can be a part of this glorious future.
Next month I will be dealing with the Jewish Festivals because I know I am going to be bombarded and I have no intention of succumb to pressure from anyone. I do not celebrate pagan festivals and that is just how it is. If you do not like it bite it. As the Apostle Paul says I have learnt in whatever state I am in there to be content.
Once again, this is Raphleta Lillene`s baby girl coming to you from Québec.
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