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December 2002

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December 2002
12/10/02 -In the desert of hope an oasis would be hell, the
frogs of a pond in a life that spells disaster would not leap to
safer ground. This in the eye of a hurricane that looks like a
rainbow but lives like a lion. The beaten path of the dead left a
trail that one Leper slept his life away and awoke to find the
path grown over... this in the mystery of stares, and the
ministry of satin? Or could it be wrote down as salvation.
Hope for the leper that still may find the way down that path.
The shot of reality that all are dammed or saved just the same
but our purpose is far deeper then that.
I think it is important as redeemer stated to act in a united
fashion. I also feel that exercises are crucial. The problem with
uniting people over a huge geographical such as we are doing
takes allot of time and patients. What I do expect is that
membership will continue to, as it has been increasing in a
"bell curve". The problem is finding ways to keep everyone
trained and in complete alignment with the FFTAC wile the
membership grows.
What you are saying about bashing Christians seems
unnecessary. The Church is in trouble without any
involvement from us. Also we know what is wrong with the
church.
So Please tell me what should we be doing with ourselves wile
our numbers are growing and the union is becoming stronger.
Frankly I have done allot. Others want to do more but we need
to find the best place for them. The fact is we need more
Internet support from other orgs. More links and more open
handed support. On a local level we need people out there
doing "good things in the name of the FFTAC"
We also need everyone to find people that are suitable to help
lead the FFTAC into the future. We also need links to more
world wide organizations, we all know people with ties to
large corporations, government agencies, religious
organizations.
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12/11/02 - Wind whispers past and lives are torn apart by a
chaos reign form a fire light in hope of fears removal, but
instead spread like brush fire threw the dry harts of the people
in the lost kingdom. the pain I feel comforts me in my
morality... the winged fire brought forth in some Hollywood
play could never come close to the toiled misfortune that
awaits many. This in the days my ancestors called a
celebration of light or Romidon or maybe cured the frozen
earth and united to find worth together among the ashes or the
centuries of forgotten love and past lives. It is I who questions
the future and I who fears the worst. The wolf of man or the
seers, no... that was something altogether different. So I pray
you understand, and hope that you see fit to venture past the
horizon. This the last of days that shall be littered in ridicule,
tomorrow and forever after a new understanding. For so many
a new self worth. This on the shoulders of a giant, and under
the foot of a galaxy. Time is a passionate drift or so I have
heard, not what I have seen. Kill or be killed, work hard to
build someone else there dream or be run over and end up cold
and alone. Ten times tried this that one man could rise above,
or again so it was said. Hear this go forward at all cost, you
are soldiers of god. That would not be the last remark, but
from this and other wasted breath only on salvation. For I will
lead and triumph on the fields of Armageddon. As it has been
written it will be done. Who am I but a madman a fool! But of
course you have no choice it is too late for you. This is the
awakening, this is the evangelic death and to all that know
me... This is not what life is about, this is not a lie or the truth.
But you know the truth.. don't you?
Am I god, far from it, a profit no. The AntiChrist? That
remains to be seen. I can say that I am an idealist, and a
nihilist.