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Nov.19,2012On the 3rd day of the vision Ive shared, I was Shown the Government (Federal)….n over-all over-head view of Washington, DC..
At this, at the SAME TIME….The CreatorGod’s VOICE “THUNDERED” into my brain with THESE EXACT WORDS:
“THE DANGER FROMÂ Â WITHOUTÂ Â ISÂ Â NOWHERE
N E A R   AS GREAT, As from  W I T H I N !!!” !
(If i knew how to underline the word “NEAR”, i WOULD !).
ARE GOV. MENTS are SO CORRUPT it STICKS TO HI HEAVEN, folks…..and JUST got WORSE!
But the majority has spoken.
Again, the FASTEST “Way” was the Chosen way.
I was FLAT OUT on the floor during this (“part 3”). AND HIS WORDS FELT LIKE I WAS BEING FORCEFULLYÂ
PÂ RÂ EÂ SÂ S EÂ D into the rug and cement pad below it.
It was THAT STRONG!
I began crying. BAWLING, really. I asked: “God, why are you showing all this to me!?”
HIS REPLY:
“The people are NOT READY for the Up-Coming Times. To BE Ready they must: Â
READ THE WORD OF GOD…DAILY !
Pray, ON YOUR KNEES…DAILY!
BELIEVE ALL YOU READ In MY Word…DAILY!
IF they do this, they WILL BE PREPARED!”
At that, the 3 day vision ended.
All this in the early 1970s.
Since, MOST HAS HAPPENED.
The “Warm-Up” PART!
the parts that SHOULD have gotten your attent LONG ago. (Few paid attention).
Are you NOW!?
Do NOT Believe A WORD I SAY….TEST ME!  Â
                                                                                         Red Elk
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I feel that theses word will define the new year and so on.
I have been wanting to share this,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21Y8tGw8sxE
Rudyard Kipling “If” Poem animation.
(Here is the poem in writting)
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son