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Thursday, April 18, 2019

Tweets - April 18th - God the Gardener

You can scour the Garden of God where trillions upon trillions of people reside, and you will not find even one who is dishonest with themselves about themselves.

God can really put your shit in your face. It's quite amazing actually, it's painful and traumatic, but it's amazing (speaking from experience). No magic needed, just a bit of love and effort on God's part to save someone whom God plans to give life eternally.

God is a Gardener, and you shouldn't expect God to ever be anything less. God does not till soil nor sow seeds without expecting crops to harvest. Your pastors, prophets, and mothers have been misinformed and have lied, for they say that God tills and sows (heals, provides mercy and security) but does not harvest (give life eternal in the flesh). What purpose is one without the other? It's a waste of effort.

When God makes you smell your own foulness, you'll be angry. You won't be honest with yourself; you'll be even more angry with God than you are now, but you won't admit it. You won't be angry with yourself, but you'll be angry, you must; that which is dirty and filthy in you must come out. Watch the filth of your prophets rise to the surface; watch God bring it out.  Fags, trannies, whores, and dykes will come to the rescue; their deaths and persecutions will be the salvation of your broken emotions. Their pain certainly won't ease the fires burning under your own feet, but for a brief moment, you'll imagine it helps. Then God will reach down into the sewer of your heart and bring up to your nostrils and the nostrils of everyone around you the foulness that is YOU.

I don't imagine it'll get this far for everyone, but for some (even many) it will. You must be transformed, and that starts with honesty. You'll meet my God face to face and you'll never again be what you once were.

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