“You are gods.” –John 10:34
What if you don’t want to be a god. Do we have a choice? Nope. You are one. Deal with it. Those that don’t want to be a god except others to be their god. They let others think for them. “You need to wear a mask. You need to be quarantined. You need a vaccine. You need to eat bugs.” Those that walk around as a god say, “FUCK YOU.” And, those that live as a god don’t boast that they are a god. They don’t say things like, “You will own nothing and be happy.” They say, “Own whatever you want and be happy. Here, have some food from my garden.” They don’t think they are superior to anyone, nor do they think they are inferior to anyone.
One of the earliest warriors to enter this war, that we are all in, is Dr. Mike Yeadon. Dr. Yeadon tells a story that in March of 2020 he found himself deeply disturbed by the response to a virus. He mentions his wife noticing him pacing up and down the stairs. Four thousand seven hundred and eighty one miles away from Dr. Mike Yeadon there was another Mike doing the same thing. The big difference between us is he has the medical knowledge to know it is all bullshit. My knowledge came from another source, perhaps an owl, perhaps the universal consciousness of knowledge, perhaps from God. I don’t know. Although, he too could have been tapped into the same sources. “Don’t you know you are gods?”—Jesus.
Dr. Mike Yeadon has a god name—MICHAEL. Definition: One who is like God, or a gift from God. God like. If you were to ask Dr. Michael Yeadon if he thinks he is a god he will no doubt laugh. That is the correct response from a god. A dead giveaway that he is a god. God’s laugh.
What are the chances that god Michael Yeadon, and god Michael Huggins ever connect in any way in this lifetime separated 4,781 miles apart? None. But, they are both in a war fighting the same enemy. There’s a chance. I’ve watched him fight. He’s vicious. If you were to see Dr. Mike Yeadon and the fiercest demon from hell engaged in a fight and didn’t know who the demon was you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. When the fight is over Dr. Mike Yeadon is the victor, and it wasn’t even a close fight. Who is next in line—Satan? He want’s know part of Dr. Mike Yeadon. Satan is smarter than his brainless companions.
God’s read comments. I posted a comment on an article Steve Kirsch wrote. A god liked it. We digitally meet in the war.
My escape from the war is my garden. I get to witness plant life, animal life and insect life in perfect harmony with the universe. I get to forget about the war for a moment. I awoke early one morning and went out to my garden to meditate. In the darkness I threw this out to the universe—Who will save me? An immediate response came back—SAVE YOURSELF YOU’RE A gOD.
Dave Mathews sings:
(You might try saving yourself)
Save me
(You might try saving yourself)
I swear those lips shine
(You might try saving yourself)
As if the moon shine
(You might try saving yourself)
Why don't you save me?
(You might try saving yourself)
Come on and save me
(You might try saving yourself)
(You might try saving yourself)
Why don't you save me?
(You might try saving yourself)