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I'm mostly better, and as above, I am not leaving myspace. I just don't know anything more to blog about. Alex Jones official myspace site does so much better putting out the news of the NWO. Erin's myspace is also a great place to learn about the NWO too. What can I do that they can't do better than me. I suggest you ask to be involved in all these myspace accounts.
Before you read anything about me, and my testimony, you need to read the following blogs I wrote, to understand God and the spiritual war we are fight right now:
Why is the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost titles of God, and not persons of God?
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. . .
The Nephilim and the 13 bloodlines of the Illuminati - rewritten
The Nephilim's Assault on Christanity
What are Nephilim? rewritten
A look at the Kings of Israel or why we Don't Need Human Leadership
They can also be read here - This is my new Blog space - that way I can have duplicate blogs and hit two different audiences.
Want to learn how to be free of one of the bondages the Nephilim has put on us, then buy this video. It will reveal to you truths about Federal Income Tax, The RFID chip - i.e. the Mark of the Beast, and the police state we are becoming. To immortalize David, I will make not sacrifice which doesn't cost me anything.First, I want to praise God, that my the United Pentecostal Church International has never been involved in any interfaith conferences, coalitions, or is a part of the Illuminati's religions. We cut ourselves off for the last 100 years because we loved the doctrine we learned from God's own spirit. We have always been independent from all other denominations, because we have always believed in one simple truth no other church will act upon, there is no other name in Heaven and Earth in which a man must be saved, and so we stand upon Baptism in Jesus name as the only way to enjoy the salvation of God. We have always stood on the sinless sacrifice of the Christ, and there is no trinity, but three titles, offices, and purposes of God for humanity. I always wondered why we didn't, but now I see for my eyes, God wanted us separate from them because they were controlled by the enemies of God! Praise God for our separation!
I have made a decision. I have been so private in my life. I want to be private because I have always felt the closer you allow people, the more they will hurt you.
The two most important things in my life are God and my relationship with him, and my Learning Disability.
When I was young, I was very different. I was so different I was diagnosed (and wrongfully so), that I had Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD). My mother and father got a divorce when I was five years old.
My mother, on request for the educators and doctors, put me on ritalin to keep me controllable. All Ritalin did was suppress my apatite and make me feel completely dead inside. I felt nothing for a long time. I wonder, was it the drug that made me feel like that, or the fact my family never really showed me any love.
The next thing they did was put me in special education. Every single day I heard the phrase, Marks a sped. Go speedy go. I was such an angry kid. But I hardly ever got in a fight. I took that anger and I wanted to prove everybody wrong. I wanted to be the best at everything I would do. All through my elementary school years I would be the 'best' at base ball, math, reading. I worked so hard in fact, my teachers realized I was way too intelligent to be in Special Education. I was in the same classes as the 'normal kids'.
Things started to change then. I would get teased less, but I was still on the ritalin. I was taken off ritalin when I was 13 years old, when I told my mother, no, I didn't want to take it. I was diagnosed by a 'mild' form of ADHD, and only had to take a half a pill a day, when I knew other kids with ADHD who were taking as many as 3 whole pills a day. I WONDER WHY THE DOCTORS AND EDUCATORS COULDN'T TELL I WASN'T ADHD?
I use to blame my inability to interact socially on the Ritalin, but I have come to realize it wasn't the ritalin, but the family background I have. My family is so messed up. My aunt hates my mom, and my Brother left my mother to live with my aunt and Grand parents since he was 14 years old.
Wow, what a family background. They were so focused on the idea of performance, that I ran away from it. I ran away from all the pain and misery I had a school. I wasn't learning as fast as the other kids, and I ran away from school. Why you ask?
I know many children have been beaten by their families, and some have been sexually assaulted by family members. I felt more or less rejected by them. I am still fearful of making 'the wrong' decision because they might say something about it. But more and more, I am starting to make more decisions in my life through the lord, and I stand on them now.
But school was worse. I did not have one friend when I was at High School. In fact it was worse than that. One day, while waiting for Gym class, one of my 'colleagues' thought it was a great idea to start chocking me. Every single other guy waiting for gym were cheering him on. Why would I want to be in a school with people like that.
I dropped out then, and that was when the addiction started to get strong. I needed 'some' kind of touching, to feel satisfied and complete, even if it was myself. I didn't want to hang around the other kids who were getting into drugs and booze, because I didn't want to get involved in those. Porn was my choice. I started to look at porn when I was 13 years old, when I stole a magazine out of a convenience store. The devil really turned me inside out in condemnation. I felt like I had doubled sinned, and that meant I was damned forever.
During what I call my 4-year party fiesta, I would have all these evil fantasies. I would imagine what it would be like to use real magic. Not the cute little magic portrayed in the media, where people fight dragons and stuff like that. I wanted power over life, death, power, and the mind. In fact, demons started to show me such magic, and symbology, but I never used it. I wanted to have it to influence people and make them my friends, and have the girls have relationships with me and I would use them for sexual pleasure. I see it now as a spiritual form or rape. And had I known that Freemasons practiced such things, I would have only had to walk down one block, turn the corner, and there was a masonic temple. Praise God I didn't know. During that time, I would also feel so condemned. I felt like everybody thought I was stupid, good for nothing, and many other things. Sometimes, I felt if I was gone, nobody would care. In fact, I tried to kill myself twice. And every time I would take a bath, I would think, you know, if you dunk your head under the waters and take a deep breath, you could end your pain forever. I didn't want to be around people, because people are cruel.
I wanted human contact so much. I wanted girls to touch me, I wanted love. I wanted love because I never felt love from my family. I always felt like I was competing for their attention. But I was conflicted because you can't trust people.
Just after I started to look towards the magic I wanted to have, my Grandfather died. That was God's first intervention in my life. Three days before, my mother kept on praying. She's a devout catholic, very devout in fact. I prayed once, God heal my grandfather and I will give up my life to you. I meant it, you take my life so he could live. God, in a way, honored my request. Two minutes before I prayed that prayer, my Grandfather had a heart attack on the ambulance, and they revived him at the moment the prayer had been said.
That summer was rough for me, because I contemplated suicide the second time then. But I realized, through a KISS song, and my grand father's history, if I took my life, than there is nobody who can replace me. So if he went through all kinds of horrors before WW2 and during WW2 and turn out okay, I could too.
I went back to school. My first semester was a bit rough, but I didn't want to disappoint my grand father. I made it every single day, and I got good marks for once. People that I once knew couldn't believe that I had made it on the 80 per cent list.
God was so faithful. I remember two times where he told me to go to First Pentecostal Church while I was on the bus to go to school. I never did of course.
The second semester would introduce me to my high school mentor, Mr. Hall. His class society challenge and change really opened my eyes. I started to have faith that I can turn my life around, but I believed I could make those changes, so nothing ever really stuck to me from that class, though I continue to think about it.
My second year back to high school lead me to have a broken heart. A girl that I had been friends with, whom I have a really immature and powerful crush on, rejected me. For a year and a half my schooling was extremely suffering. I felt that I was worthless.
I tried to act like nothing had happened, and it took me months later, not until the first semester of the second year for me to get angry. After that, things started to get better for me. I would take long walks in the field next to my school, thinking about life and why we are here, and all of that. I didn't meet God then either, in fact, I started to believe one of the biggest lies of our time, Evolution. I rejected the idea of God all together, because I didn't want anything preventing me from learning the truth of existence. I ask you, how faithful is God for still having his hand on my spiritual walk even after I rejected he exists?
But I had a debate with my Uncle, a Anglican minister, about Evolution and how God doesn't exist. He agreed with me that life probably started with the right mix of chemicals coming together, but it was entirely possible that God was involved in it. It changed me somewhat. From God doesn't exist because life can exist without him, to, maybe God could have been involved in that process. That was the only thing God needed to change my outlook. Soon, I realized from the evolution and science that I had come to love that God exists, and there is only one who could create such a magnificent creation of interdependence, and that was God. I still didn't believe in a religion, per se, but in God. I was an open mind, to learn what I had to learn to understand.
An old friend that I had before High School started to go to my high school. He was just coming out of a life of sin himself. He told me of God, and I believed him. I believed in God. He invited me to Youth Convention, and I went. I found their music a little to loud so I left.
But later, I went to First Pentecostal Church. It was Feb. 8, 1998, a little less than two weeks before my birthday, when I repented of my sins. The forgiveness was astounding. I was baptized in the precious name of Jesus during the night service, and I felt like I was free from every single thing that held me back then.
On Feb. 9, 1998, I received the Holy Ghost, with the evidence of speaking with other tongues. Some people in my faith talk about praying with people for half an hour with dozens of other people before they receive it. I love that kind of spiritual fortitude, and that is an amazing testimony of their commitment to God. But mine was not like that. There was no church elder praying with me. There was just me and God in my room. I said - "Lord, my friend said I need to speak in another language and have the Holy Ghost to be saved. I ask you fill me with the Holy Ghost, and speak through me Jesus," and then after that, I prayed in a language I didn't understand. Oh, it is so amazing.
The next day, I told my friend I had the holy ghost, and I started to praise God and then I started to speak in other tongues. He couldn't believe it, and he started to praise and worship with me. We went through our bible study.
But the devil still wanted me. He used my confusion about Evolution to drive me away from God's house. I didn't go until the first week of 2,000.
I had become involved in Pornography again, and my friend wasn't the same. I'm not going to get into it much, but some people in church are honest men and women who want to honour God, and some are liars and wolves in sheep clothing.
I had worked through a lot of the lies that the Devil kept me back, and then I came back to church. First to a Roman Catholic church, who probably thought I was some sort of weirdo for raising my hands in the air giving thanks to God for his salvation, not too loudly, but still who raises their hands in a RC service?
Then I came back to First Pentecostal church.
But that wasn't the end.
By the second year of coming back to God's house, my friend brought out all the shameful memories in me. According to him, I was 'a well meaning' person who was 'handicapped'. He made me feel so ashamed because I am different. I know I am different, but he kept on telling me, "Mark you need to pray against that." And every single time night when I would cry myself to sleep. Then one night I prayed, "Lord I do not want to be one of the people who hears your word, but because of criticism, leaves your church."
God answered back - "One the day of Pentecost, when the 120 were in one mind and one accord, do you think they were all doing the same thing. They weren't. But they were all honouring me in their own way. I honored them, and I will honour you. I love you."
After many trials, I had come to a moment of decision. I prayed to God, "Lord I want to honour you, and I want to write and help people, what should I do."
God answered back - "Write for newspapers my son."
When I entered College, I entered with the mind set, I have to prove how good I am. I worked and worked. But this time, it wasn't working. My first year at college was disastrous. My friend would always complain to me about everybody in the church, and I would get depressed about 'how bad my Christian brothers and sisters were?'. I didn't understand what I was taking, and that lead me to go into fast track. I had improved enough where my favourite professor said if I retook first year I would be a strong reporter.
My second year back, I totally black listed my first friend in the church. The bible says to avoid men and women who gossip about people in the church, and so I took its advice. I started to really take the bible seriously about faith in the regular things. When I was made editor of the school paper for a week, I was nervous. In fact, I would say I was absolutely frightened by the possibility. But I realized God was in charge, and I took on the week. With Jesus' help, I never got too overwhelmed about being in leadership. The next time I was in leadership, I passed with passing colours. I made a plan on what I was going to do, and I made all the goals I set. We had the paper out 15 minutes before deadline.
I graduated with marks that almost got me to the deans list. I had also learned a great deal about myself during that time. I learned I didn't have ADHD. I learned I had a extreme short-term memory disability. They can have the same 'signs'. Where ADHD is all about the inability to focus, my disability is about not remembering things, even a few moments before. No word of a lie, I will forget something that happened two minutes ago. So would it seem that someone has a lack of focus if they forget things often? That's why I only took ½ a ritalin a day.
I prayed to God what I should do next, and he told me to continue on at college and take E-Journalism, the post-graduate program. It would proved to be the biggest challenge I would ever be involved in. The program only had four people involved in it, had the work of six to eight people. Stress levels were high. And add onto this, one of the three people I worked with was a man I couldn't stand in my experience with Print Journalism.
You'd think the Christmas break would be a time of healing from this stress, through the spirit. Guess what, the Christian friend I talked about, he got a second girl pregnant out of wed lock. He was kicked out of Church. I felt guilty, because I knew he would eventually, and I never told his most recent girl friend. I didn't heal during the time.
Second semester was really hard for me. I have Seasonal Affective Disorder. Winter months are really hard for me. My was behind on my assignments, and my depression really affected how I Interacted with the group.
With the strike in Ontario, I broke down. I had finally lost it. One moment I was in a deep depression, and the next moment I was manic, and the next moment I was angry beyond belief. I felt that I had lost all mental balance.
Then one night, while I felt this, I prayed to God, "Lord I believe your word. Your word says you can restore the spirit of a mind. I am mentally unstable right now. Please heal my mind, in the name of Jesus."
God came down onto me. I felt his presence flow through my mind, and then I started to cry. It was the first emotion other than the above three I had felt for weeks. I cried over every single tragedy that I had been through that year. I forgave all.
God has brought me through a lot. I no longer believe I am not a person of worth, because Jesus died on the cross for me. I no longer believe that I am a sped, and I am not able to learn. I no longer believe that I am weak. And most importantly, I no longer believe that I can make it alone. I need all of you. The real church is an ecosystem, just like the life outside your windows. We all need each other for growth. All we need is God, the Bible, our pastors and the believers. Praise God!
My story doesn't end there. I want to tell everybody who doesn't take a chance by doing what God asks you to do. God asked me to go back to College to take 3d animation. I knew it was about Kural, a Christian Superhero I came up with. I didn't know that my hometown college have all that I needed to learn to get involved in this project. I didn't sign up for the 3 year 3d animation program, because I figured I should go to Toronto. Boy was I wrong. But I recently made the decision to ensure I get in the program as soon as possible. Praise God. Now I have to pray to God to rebuke the devourer and give me back the three months my lack of faith took from me.
And all you fighers of the NWO - don't worry, I'm going to use this training to create something that will expose people to the evil of these people!
I want to let every single person that has a broken home, or has learning disability, even though many people think you are lazy, good for nothing and stupid, you are not. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. Psalm 139:14, King James Version.
No matter what anybody says about you, you are this, because God says so.
