Being Reborn


When I went to visit my sister Vicki four months ago, I looked through Rosemary’s jewelry box, and found this written on a little piece of paper. I gasped. My family aksed me what the matter is. “I’ve been reborn in these words I found!”

The Child plays
The toy boat sailes acorssthe pond
The work now has just begun
Oh child
Look what you have done

Here are my words I wrote ten years ago.

Before my death I beheld a terrible war. Out of every crashing wave came knights
on horseback they each carrying a banner that contained their families coat of
arms. It lasted an eternity. I had to walk away.I was suddenly a small boy
around three years of age. I was sitting naked in the sand watching my naked
parents playing cards and drinking from crystal goblets. I looked down at the
cards, and they were all face cards, and they were alive, and they were all
talking to me. I could not understand what they were saying because they spoke
in different languages. Their faces were very serious, they in agony at not
being understood. I looked at my parents faces, and they were very much in love,
and thus, only had eyes for each other. They took sips from ther goblets, and
ignored the talking face cards.”What are you doing mother and father?” I asked
innocently.”We’re playing son. Just playing.”

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christine_Rosamond/message/189

I wrote the following on October 3, 2010.

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The Golden Gate on Judgement Day

In my revelations about Joe Wilson, Anthoney Hodges, and Denne Sweeney, I said I
was going to South Carolina and on Yom Kippur I would enter the doors of the
Beth Elohim in Charleston, South Carolina that I concluded is the New Temple of
the New Zion built by the Sephardic Jews who were engaged in the slave trade. I
was going to cleanse this temple of the evil of slavery. I said, I would awaken
the Shekinah and some would see God. This all had to do with the fight over
Southern graves, and who would tend to the dead, including my Rose of the World
kinfolk.

Some Christians are saying the Hand of God struck Samoa and Sumatra. Tsunami
warnings were given at Malibu Beach, and there was a sea surge on the Oregon
Coast. Note the two pillars in the ocean and the sunsetting between them. This
photo come from the tsunami warning article. Not the two pillars and the sun
between them on the Death card. Is this a sunset, rather then sunrise?

Four days ago I talked with my daughter, Heather, about driving her old car to
South Carolina, but then saw I would not have time to get there for the Day of
Atonement and confront the Neo-Confederate Nazis. I would be wearing the armour
of a Teutonic Knight. I would be carrying a banner with a White Rose.
Revelation 20:13 And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and
hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man
according to their works.

Was the Sumatra Earthquake and Tsunami From God?

You have probably seen the claims yourself by now. After big tragedies like this
happen, some always come out saying that this event was a “judgement from God.”
I heard one ministry say, “God did it.”

When I read all of Luke in 1989, I asked Jesus to appear to me in the Family
Darkness I was looking at in regards to Incest. He appeared and said to me; “I
and my Father in Heaven are already working on this. Spiritual Courage will be
met with spiritual courage.”

“Was there any indication to Khara in her vision, or the cards themselves, of
death or impending doom? Did Christine have any concerns in that regard? “My
work is about health and forgiveness and self-worth. A death pronouncement can
work against all that. But, if you are asking is a Death card came up, then the
answer is yes?'”
Tom had no qualms about introducing the “ideation” of a woman who claimed she
was a messenger, she able to foresee the future, and even though her visions are
foggy and unclear, Tom supplies us with as many of her words as he does of
Christine’s. Astonishing!
“Khara later confirmed for me, that she knew full well what a spread of cards
showing such calm and peace and joy truly represents — freedom from all
limitations and a kind of rebirth that may follow death.”

After I my fall and death on McClure’s beach, I spent two days in a
room without food or water. No one dare enter. On the eve of the
second day the apartment filled with people. I sensed they were
talking about me.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Keith opened it and asked
if he could come in. I gave him permission. He pulled up a chair,
asked me how I felt. He let out little laugh when I did, a laugh
that said;

“How would you feel after swallowing the Earth?”

He then held out his hand, and in it was a tab of LSD. I let out a
great sigh.

“You have to take it, or you won’t be able to return.”

I took the acid knowing this was the case, for two days I was stuck
in another dimension, hovering in a place between life and death. I
was a very powerful person.

An hour later I emerged. In the living room were about twelve
people, nine I did not know. There was an empty chair, a ornate
Victorian chair with a high back. Everyone in the room wanted me to
sit there. When I did, suddenly I was wearing the robes of a king,
and, there was a crown upon my head. I had seen this crown
surrounding me in the sand, the sand taking the form of Flor de
leves, and were like a ring of spears protecting me as I sat cross-
legged in a bell jar of protective energy. I had no respect for
kings, then, and wondered why I was one.

A young woman approached, and knelt before me. She took my hand and
asked me what I wanted.

“I’m thirsty. I would like a drink of water, please.”

After she left for the kitchen, a man on my left was forcing three
pennies into my wounded hand, he unaware he was causing me pain. He
was speaking to me, and was upsetting me. I turned to him and with
consternation, and asked;

“What is it you want from me?”

“I want you to throw these pennies on the floor six times so I can
read you, see your immediate future.”

I did not want to handle this money, but did as he asked, and now
this gentleman was reading from a book `The Book of Changes’ the `I
Ching’. I had thrown `The Army’.

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