The CPAC Miracle
God works in mysterious ways. Make no mistakes about it, Biblical Prophecy is unfolding right before our very eyes. Those living in denial will suffer in denial in the lake of fire. As a warrior for Christ, I have some seen some of Christ’s miracles. I started writing about The CPAC Miracle a few weeks ago, but nothing blew my mind more than having Joseph who prayed with me at CPAC show up on Info Wars standing exactly where I stood on September 17th and September 30th when I prayed in LaFayette Square.
I prayed for truth and justice. I prayed for the children. I prayed for the Lord’s Plan, and the strength to execute God’s Plan, which has resulted in traveling the country and praying Matthew 6:9-13. I left DC in September and ended up getting to San Francisco just in time to investigate politicians, corporations, and organizations before, during, and after the 2020 Election. So I was in San Francisco to chronicle big tech and California’s roles in rigging the 2020 Election, because I knew the election would be rigged, so I was also in Silicon Valley and San Francisco before, during, and after January 6th.
Even though I studied and followed politics for decades, I was never inspired to attend a rally, event, or conference. No one inspired me. Not one. No one ever inspired me to vote, so I didn’t vote. President Trump was the first politician who inspired me, so I didn’t even know CPAC existed until Rogan O’Handley was kicked out of CPAC. But in all honesty, I would not have gone to CPAC if Rogan hadn’t been kicked out of CPAC. And in all honesty, I loved CPAC Florida and Texas, and if I had the funding I would love to go to every CPAC event, every TPUSA event, and every Trump event to write about the experience. I may be a political scientist, but I really am a political junkie. It’s hard to find people who will talk policy and political theory all day, which is why I love conferences. I like to listen to other people’s ideas and strategies. I like hearing what the average American thinks. Meeting Micki Witthoeft [Ashli Babbitt’s mother] was at the top of the list. She and I hung out and talked for awhile, and I showed her what I wrote about her daughter.
A couple hours before President Trump was supposed to speak I did some praying, and the plan was to go outside and have a smoke and then go see President Trump speak, but on the way I saw Vincent Fusca who seemed too short to be JFK Jr. Then again, people shrink with age, so who am I to judge? Of course, we were all Facebook friends until Facebook started taking us down one by one. The 2020 Nazi censorship got so bad I spent six 1-month sentences before they finally banned me on November 4th, and I could not spread the news of the loss of my father who passed when all those ballots miraculously appeared. Alex Jones claims there aren’t white hats, but I had a new Facebook account up and running again with close to 5k friends by January 6th, but then I got banned on January 6th. And now, no one with my iPhone can access the Facebook or Facebook Messenger applications. Like, I changed numbers, emails, and all that. I am banned-banned from Facebook.
Every morning, I had to Uber for spending money before CPAC Florida, so yes, I drove from Virginia Beach to Orlando and delivered Uber Eats in order to have parking money. Yes, I wore a Jones New York suit, Prada shoes, and Versace aviators, while I delivered Uber Eats on my way from the Red Roof Plus to the conference. Of course, no one else needed to know I’m poor; I drove a Beamer, walked, talked, and acted like a shit hot political scientist. Why did I pay thousands of dollars to go to CPAC? I need a job, and I need to get my name in the arena. So how do I kiss ass without kissing ass? Like President Trump said about the storm, you will find out. All I have to say is I can’t tell President Trump I am the best political scientist and counter-propagandists in the country without proving it.
While I was out smoking and joking as Marines call it, I met a young man named Joseph who was bursting with the Holy Spirit. Joseph said he was considering running for congress in Florida, but I thought he was joshing me. He had long hippie hair and a long hippie beard and definitely looked like these stereotypical depiction of the apostles. Anyway, I’ve met hundreds of thousands if not millions of people from coast to coast and overseas, so I’ve met a lot of crazy Christians. I’ve met a lot of weird Christians, but he wasn’t that weird. A lot of Christians don’t know Christ whatsoever, but I felt like he was my brother. I told him about my adventures traveling the country and praying at sacred sites. I told him I just prayed to the winds inside. I told him I pray one prayer. I pray the Lord’s Prayer. It’s Matthew 6:9-13 for a reason. I was born March 7th for a reason, and I was a Marine devil dog, because I am a literal devil dog, a hound dog that hunts devils, so I fight the devil with the beasts number 6, hence Matthew 6, hence Matthew 6:6, which is why I was born 66 days into the year. Why do you think I traveled the country like a shaman praying coast to coast before the 2020 Election? Why do you think I met Joseph? Why do you think he stood where I stood in Lafayette Square in Washington DC? Why do you think he was on Info Wars? Man, that guy has so much fire. Joseph wouldn’t stop ranting on about Alex Jones, which I guess is why I solely listen to the American Journal, Info Wars, and War Room now.
Joseph asked if there was anything he could pray for, and I usually don’t bring up my personal issues with God, I just pray for God’s Will through the Lord’s Prayer. But alcoholism killed my mother before she was 45. Alcoholism killed my father before 65. Alcoholism killed both my grandfathers. I guess you can say it was a family curse, which the nazi eugenists in the CIA weaponized to genocide my family. I never denied drinking, and I never said I was going to quit drinking until I intended to, but I couldn’t stop. Joseph spoke his prayer, and then we went to Matthew 6:6 in the temple of our minds, the temple of our bodies, and the Temple of Christ’s spirit, and prayed Matthew 6:9-13.
After CPAC, I headed to Diamondhead, Mississippi to stay with my brother and his family for a few weeks. His father, the man who cuckolded my family but gave me an amazing brother, took me to my first meeting in The Kiln, Mississippi. Like I said, God works in such mysterious ways my brothers father became my father. Of course, my battle with my demons waged on for days, weeks, and months, but then I started to win one week and lose another. I won one month, and I lost another. Ultimately, my last drink was on the anniversary of my mother’s death from alcohol and the satanic torture that comes from ritual abuse, rape, and sacrifice. I don’t count the days, because it’s one day at a time. But I am crying with gratitude to God I am sober, and I am beyond grateful for each any every day that passes that I heal more and more.
I don’t know what’s going, but I was born with a Marlboro cigarette in one hand and Budweiser in the other, and it’s like God is smiting Budweiser for its sins against God’s children. It’s like Matthew 18:6 is becoming Revelation 18:21. My mother’s soul died long before her body died at 43, so the only thing I ever remember her saying was, “Don’t lie or it will make your tongue green.” So I was the little green monster for sale, holding the STP 43 helmet, and standing before a mirrored chessboard on Christmas Eve. But that little green monster became a lean green fighting machine, a United States Marine, and I am ready to wage war on the green tongue. Why do you think I was born Matthew 3:7 on March 7?