Tweets - July 8th - Healing and Justice

Several spacecrafts flew overhead tonight, but there were 2 messages. While thinking to myself, "I am actively being healed", a spacecraft became luminous and very bright, and flew straight upward (from my point of view). I haven't seen them do that in years.

I'm not always "on", but my flesh seems to be healing on its own at times. Makes me wonder if this is like riding a bike - where I pedal for a while, and then the bike coasts for a while; or is there active involvement from above. I suppose there could be a control group.

I remember being healed in the past, but it wasn't because of faith or trust, and the change was quicker and dramatic, which isn't what is happening right now. (What I'm experiencing now is different; what's happening now is childlike faith.)

I wrote this in September 2009, at a time when I thought angels received esoteric revelation from God (I mention this because I am always moving forward, and there are things I understand today that I didn't understand yesterday).

Last year in July, my wisdom tooth in the lower left part of my mouth was in pain. The pain became so intense that I could barely even eat. I told my boss, my mother, and my friends that I would have to have a dentist remove my tooth. I went on Youtube to see if there were videos of people having their wisdom teeth removed, and the process it took. One common method involved cutting the gums, drilling holes in the tooth, and taking it out piece by piece. Another common method involved taking a hammer and chisel to the tooth in somewhat of a barbaric manner, and pulling out the pieces. Both methods made me nervous. But the pain was so intense that it would wake me up several times at night. So I went outside one night and asked Yahweh if He could help me. I looked to my God, to see if He would send His messengers to help me. I knew that Yahweh would protect me from harm, but I never knew what He could do with a painful tooth - nor did I ever think about it before that time.
I explained to Yahweh that I did not want to go through the surgery, and that I would wait a little while for Him, because the pain was so unbearable. No messengers flew across the sky to tell me that God would help me. So I just went inside and eventually went to sleep. The next day, or maybe 2 days later, the pain was significantly less, and it didn't hurt bad to eat. This continued for the next 2 or 3 days. After these 2 or 3 days, there was no more pain at all. So I stuck my finger in the back of my mouth to see if it would hurt then; not only did I not feel any pain, but when I rubbed my gums I could feel that my tooth had changed position.

Later, I was thinking about justice and saw another spacecraft that was flying very slowly. I was thinking about how justice (true justice) does not require fear - as people tremble and shake at the thought of what these people call "justice".

These prison systems, and death sentences, and having your hands and feet chopped off because some legislator and a poor excuse of a god can't fathom mercy or the complexities of human experiences and emotions.

Fear makes transparency seem like a ridiculously stupid idea. Who would ever submit to transparency and willingly be held accountable in this place?

While the spacecraft was flying, I asked, "Would you agree that justice does not require fear?" - and the spacecraft became brighter and brighter in confirmation.