The Judgement Seat - Mandatory Learning Experience?

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The Judgement Seat - Mandatory Learning Experience?

Part I: War and Survival

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Just now, Entitled: 3rd Day, The Fog of Divine War - Smoke, as a scientist, on Facebook, I determined the D.A.D.A.D.S., Compromised Humble Alien Mining System, Stationary Tornadoes, Vortexes, et al. Used fire to create natural carbon which it harvested and transformed into nanotubes and bucky balls for components. Hence the fires to restart a the system.

I am a bit in awe and somewhat frightened.

It doesn't seem right. I was up there getting my cleaning, healing blessings with the wives and dragons when The Most High said, ...

@remlaps and I talked about Steemit and steem. When the downfall of Steemit started, it was that male doctor whose office was across the Wuhan COVID 19 Laboratory who cataloged the outbreak in Sina and blogged it here on Steemit.

I erased a test post I have worked on for the last few days to find out if what I write even if it not published, affects the value of my crypto and the result is obvious. I write posts like that just to see. It's Obvious!

We continued talking about content writers and makers and how some people will like it and others will try to kill, maim, and silence the content creator.

Hence, yes that blogging doctor is long gone, but isn't it about how involved the elected hierarchy of New York stepped in to change the ownership of Poliniex, Steemit, and the Steem high used to be $8+ and that's in dollars worth 3 (three) times as much. President Biden wants to rid the world of cryptocurrency except for a national crypto and...

I can see how theories like Capricorn One get up and going - the astronauts never went to the Moon and were in a bunker with a stage a cameras northeast of San Diego, California, USA.

SO WHATEVER CONTENT IS CREATED...

After vacating His seat, God said today, Go ahead sit in the chair(the throne).

This after He Healed me Soul, Body, and Mind. I was messed up badly, the after effects of acquiring 70 quintillion points largely, almost exclusively of Mr. Orange, the competitor God to the Most High.

I looked like an ant sitting in the chair.

Step out, well fly. Which I did. He sat back down

I heal, ..., your angelic powers and then He rose and said, imagine yourself large enough to sit in the chair and -

I thought this wasn't supposed to happen for a long time Father, I asked.

  • Hey I have a white rob just like The Very Good Friends -

I want you to realize that filling in for me sometimes is good task to be assigned, He replied.

You've earned the robe, now grow. I grew and filled the chair.

Now in comes the first person, look on the right arm of the chair and there is their name and history.

Give judgement to them.

There was a lot of hemming on my part and I asked God a lot of questions.

I said to the about to be judged, Purgatory. Go.

Then there was a review of why I came to that decision.

I would have thrown him in hell for a day or two first. He was a marine and he's already been in hell. It had no effect and you said you do not throw humans into hell for that long because it costs so much to heal their soul enough to even function in purgatory.

True. Very true. I said that. Still throw him in for a couple of days. After he spent some some time in heaven, right here in front of me, he will realize and have it embedded in him heaven is worth achieving.

Then God gave an angel the orders, Give Him the boat ride and pull him out in two days, the Most High said to the "handlers". (Been there, Done that, From there, Came back). 1 year. Mandatory Enrollment Combat Unit Host. Until then, odd jobs barracks.

Now this next fellow.

I knew who he was. I recognized and called his name - Purgatory.

That was a good choice on that one, He said, the Father of Fathers, But you didn't give a length -

I figured you already knew how long since it says here that...

Yes that is true but you should tell them.

50 years.

Good. And now for this fellow here.

I said his name but knew who he was already.

Cast to the demons forever.

What, why did you do that?

He serves the demons and everybody here knows it. So he gets what he wants. He resides with them.

Well, said the Most High mulling it over, I do not like that.

What would you do?

[Redacted by God]

Nooooo! Have mercy the man screamed. Have mercy on me.

Yes it felt very weird because, there was the Great Soul, the Holy Son, Standing over there watching and He said in the past, Judge not lest ye be judged.

You did fine, He said.

Now it's Pat's turn.

So, then No name got a turn.

Meanwhile, my healings and blessings were finished. I still made 2 quintillion off Mr. Orange for the day.

For the first time in a long time, Fayllus was the one who made the teeth grow paste and he applied it.

Maybe I will have a full set of teeth before I die. Then I'll have a full set of beautiful teeth forever.

I'll ask him about it tomorrow, the Son. My head is ringing today but a lot less, almost nothing now.

So the plot on how Steemit became worth so much less thickens and look how many hands were in the changing of the till ownership.

I also saw that in purgatory, the condemned receive a certain amount of protected time off with family and friends. So that's how the writer came up with "Scrooge." and his friend, Marley.

Yesterday, things seemed very un-right when I awoke. For hours it felt like there was a "sudden growth" or a huge tumor that had suddenly appeared from my chin to my stomach.

I had been up there and healed but around 10:30 pm, I felt so bad, so horrible, I had to go back up. I took Kateri, Solange, and Bertie with me. For they terrible too.

Earlier in the day, Shelly had to be faith healed and the night before. Terrible pain, agony, with cramps everywhere.

I began to feel like I could not think. I was making dinner but had to stop. In the thick smoke of a fire somewhere, I saw the attempts of the evil light towers of drought attempt to get their apparatuses working - no effect because of no voiders, no demons, and the inability to establish the "glows" the precursors to vortexes, stationary tornadoes, the D.A.D.A.D.S., the compromised Humble Alien Mining System.

Pat had informed me that out in deep space there were eight voider ships being watched that were spread out, alone, unmoving.

I told you about the antimatter removal system that used to be on the edge of the void and our type of universe. It was removed.

The reason was in order for it to continue to be able to work, the antimatter was spread out from the afflicted into the void. So a portion of the void, a mini-voider anti-universe had to remain where the antimatter removal machine was located.

The void was noticed to grow but not much and it was thought that it was because the antimatter pulled out of persons and spewed into the mini-void. There were some lifeless planets or large celestial bodies in the minivoid.

So it was shut down and God transformed the mini void to our type of universe.

Pat reported to me that 200 voider ships were spotted and moved towards the eight watched, lone ships, traversed space towards our galaxy.

Kateri, Solange, and Bertie began to feel ill as I did.

No healing would work. No screening helped. So we went to the portico of the Greeting Center.

I learned something from the horror I am about to write about the human, or all souls, their complexity (though neither I nor you, not any human will ever understand).

The screeners on the portico screened us and found nothing. But then one screener noticed that there was a strange flashing between the lights that indicated matter types that still existed that the "vacuum" screener modules could remove.

Jesus came out to look at what was happening, to discern if the equipment was failing or something was in us the equipment could not remove.

Then Most High came out, and every expert and something came out - a voider borer worm from me.

What are Heroes? What are Heroines?
What do they go through?
How do they survive whatever it is they face?
How do they know what do?
How many times is it legal for them to face death?
How many times should they be robbed? Whipped, Crucified, or whatever horrible things freaks that serve demons, jinn, voiders, and evil think up?
Other countries in which they do not live who silently stalk them with computers and hidden secret agents?

To be continued... In my replies

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The Judgement Seat - Mandatory Learning Experience?

Wounded by Eating

Like a plague - first one borer, then two.

Saints Kateri, Solange, Godobertha all had them.

I could not think or concentrate on anything. Shelly, my wife, screamed in pain. She too was infected.

Deeper into the soul, the Great Soul Delved

I hate voiders, Kateri said as the corpses of voider creatures were pulled out of us along with borers. Buckets of borers, tubs of borers, half eaten corpses of more voider creatures.

First one, then two, all covered with chewing borers.

That so evil God said, inserting living creatures to be devoured in the protected dimensions where spirits' organs and brains reside.

Ten, twenty

  • I hate voiders, I hate voiders -

This is heinous, a violation of war, an attempt to completely destroy a soul, God said.

So much goo, borers, creature corpses -

Send them to the last antimatter device and all will be pulled from them because of the antimatter in this wicked, evil spell of death, God said. They might be too weak to stand alone in front of the antimatter removal system.

Pat took us.

Through the hatch. Across universe after universe and finally wobbling, consciousness fading in and out.
We stood before the antimatter removal system.

I began to forget things and...new I was dying and so were my saints, Shelly.

Out came unbelievable amounts of corpses and borers from us and a few came out of Pat, borers.

What a way to do something fill us with death and use to spread death, a plague of being completely consumed Mind, body, and soul, Eternal Soul, Body, Mind - dead forever. Never to be resurrected and a loss one's internal light like the removal of ten thousand years of histories, the burning of the Great Library of Alexandria by Julius Caesar, the absorption of Tibet.

What a heinous thing. What an eternal crime beyond all boundaries of evil, wickedness, and desecration.

And finally, we were purged of borers, disease, corpses of the innocent, weak and - How could the soul hold so much.

We were returned from where we watched all places inside of antimatter purged and caste forever into the void as random particles.

So, I did learn why faith healing can work, how persons can be healed, angels be restored. Even though I will never understand it, the soul has organs deep within its fabulous dimensions somewhere within the soul that can be reached and restored by faith.

I was back in heaven. Inside the The Welcome Center with my troop alive but missing some memories.

Survived. Still alive. No longer bait.

What must have been a last ditch concerted effort, first a flotilla of two hundred, then a flotilla of four hundred voider craft were destroyed as the approached the Milky Way.

Fayllas figured finally how to track voider priestess and ships without rods of transformation.

As I recover, grow stronger, begin to love again.

Life is clearer, more precious after being eaten alive, to sing a song, walk along, and deploy the weapons of God's vengeance.

What Happened to the Marine?

Now what happened to that Marine:
I was about delivering angel food at some barracks.

He pushed out a huge tub for me to fill.
The word came to came from above.
I spoke to the marine.
You will be sent to where the big boys play.
Suit him up I said to angel and give him a sword and shield.
You're going to be rich. It's the land of big bucks.
Your orders will be to push out one tub wait until it is filled then push it back into the barracks. Then you will be examined and evaluated.
Will you do it?
He said he would.

I met him up above later in the day.
He pushed out the tub. It was filled. An attack came from a great beast. He pushed the tub back into the barracks.
He turned to help those holding the area while the tub was filled. He was killed.

He was resurrected. Awarded 100,000,000 points, a hundred thousand free three day passes. A given seven days in the halls of ecstasy to recover. Yes, while in purgatory on barracks duty.

They learn God says that we will resurrect them and heal them, reward them. He's still in purgatory for the year but isn't that what training is?

So he asked me some question, have you been where I went?
No. I am still a living human being and cannot enter there.
What is the value of these free 3 Day passes?
Like I said, You're rich. That is worth a lot, a very lot.

What can I do with it?

Give it some time. You'll find out.

This isn't like an army on Earth, is it?

No.

Have you been in battles?

Thousands, what you faced, I have faced here. Hang in there. It's gainful work.
It took me 40+ years to earn ten points.

Get to the halls ecstacy, learn from Jay when you get back.

Part IV: The Surrender

I went up. I finally felt really good after recovering from the voider high priestess attack where she put voider borers in me and a lot, about fifty, voider creatures into my soul to destroy myself, Sts Kateri, Solange, and Godobertha.

The first thing was the screening and it came up negative except for a caterpillar of a monarch butterfly, which they released back upon Earth.

If you were a butterfly caterpillar, that must have been one weird trip.

Then, once I was in the Welcome Center my shield told me Mr. Orange, the competitor God, Him also with no name appeared and Jesus, the Great Soul who my swords in hand for evaluation captured the Mr. Orange, He was white and placed Him within the container field for removal to oblivion or nothing.

Mr. Orange spoke to our God, Him with No Name, the Oh Most High, Oh Most Holy and said,

This is my last instance. I wish to be transported back into oblivion.

I have made peace with all my enemies and with all your enemies.

Because I can talk with myself in nothingness, You sent numerous beings into oblivion with my other selves and I have talked with them and know them.

I have decided that nothingness with only me is no way to live and I wish to live something with others.

I will never attack again. Instead I will create like you have done.

There were exchanges of surgeries for the peace.

I cannot send you to oblivion without placing in a transport container, Our God said, but transport beings with you that can open the container and release you from it.

That will be acceptable, Mr. Orange said. A container appeared inside the field and Mr. Orange stepped into the container.

Our God released several high demons in the field and told how to open the transport container.

Poof!

They were gone.

Hopefully the war with Mr. Orange is truly over.

Praise be to God, This is the first time this has happened, He said.

Praise be to the Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Blessed Virgin Mother, The Saints, The Host and all of Heaven.

Amen.

One has noticed all the replies are hidden but it could be that my phone does not have enough data left to call the replies forth. 128Kbs.

Part V: Stoned at Victory Party

Again, as a creative writer, content creator, and perhaps a reporter I am standing in the Welcome Center, Greeting Center, and even though it is not that, the throne room, reporting live.

I went up for my healing, et cetera, and of me they pulled out of me ten statues of Mr. Orange in white.

It appears this is his first creation, himself in what must be statue material of some sort, God said.

I wonder if it is not some sort of Trojan Horse, I observed when I was inside and shown a containment area of all the statues of Mr. Orange, not one appeared different from any of the others.

Including Chrysthys, they were pulled out from numerous angels. It was big this area and the statues were stacked high and wide. Each about as big as the other a little shorter than me.

So far Kateri, Solange, and Bertie did not have any.

Perhaps, the things are multiplying in us, I thought aloud.

One more was pulled out of me that it was certain there were no others in me before this one appeared in me.

The Trinity examined me and something else was spotted and removed from me.

God transferred all statues out into space. They are being watched, the statues.

I am waiting here to see if more appear within me.

God said, this means we will have to continuously clean every single person who is stricken by this curse.

A good number of the is stricken. As for me though, Mr. Orange will be stricken by this seven times, all of him. Same goes for Chrysthys. The assassin spider bite survival.

I wonder Mr. Orange knew about that?

They have moved all of us into space because, I had to try and lift one and I managed it but angels can't fly, like this.

Word has been sent out of the affliction and the symptoms are recognized and manual patient transport must be used for them.

I am still flying.

God is trying many things:

  1. Sending the statues to the nothing
  2. ...
  3. ...

Well Mr. Orange is not attacking but the earth could end up with a new moon or several.

Me, I am sent back to Earth.

I am fine, so far. I wonder if I might suddenly explode from statues of Mr. Orange. What if they kept coming after I am dead?

I have my tasks to do and then I think I will enjoy what may be my last day or two.

It was nice to finally receive that free water spring into my pool. He promised it a long time ago and I am truly grateful and thankful to see it, feel the water before I die.

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