Great Judgement comes to America

     Hey people out there stunned by 2023 crazy World events and local ones too, the year is almost over and Christmas is only two days away. And another race is on for who will be the next President of the United States of America. And I am now grateful that I have been blessed to live this long. For some strange reason I believe that "God" made sure that I wouldn't miss out on all the insane events that I have witnessed myself and have survived. I know that like many young boys from Los Barrios or Courts, I never intended nor believed that I would survive the lifestyle that I was born into for this long. I can't believe that I survived so much violence and accidents in my teenage years. And how can I forget December 24th, 1970 when I was in a Vietnam Army hospital in Long Binh dying from a severe malaria episode and a Catholic Priest was waving a metal censor that had some strange smelling smoke filtering out of it, and giving me my last rites. And I was only 20 years old. Hell, I thought that that was about just right as far as my life expectancy should have been schedule for because I thought that my odds were now done with. When we play with fire for too long we know that sooner or later the odds in our favor will soon burn out. And I thought my odds were all played out back then as I looked at this Priest and Army Full Bird Colonel by his side. I remember that this part happened late at night Christmas Eve. I had been put in a metal truffe and cover to my neck in ice all day and evening prior this night. And now I was minutes away from entering a coma and no one gave me any warnings about it. And I saw two bleeding soldiers to my left and right, and I knew that they were dead. Then from an empty nurse station nearby, I heard the Vietnam Army Radio News station from some transistor radio there announcing that 30 or so First Cavalry Infantry soldiers had been killed by Artillery friendly fire that day. And that was all I heard for a couple of weeks after that because I boarded a grayish submarine in a thick fog of total darkness and I was taken to the deepest and blackest depths of the sea. And after that visual of the priest, the lights went out involuntarily for me. But what about those dead people all around us? We never got a story from them. Poor guys, I am sure that they didn't see death coming their way in those days. We don't know what the future brings. We don't know how or when we are gonna die. We live hoping that things go according to our expectations or plans. And in our hurry to do this or to get there, we can't see what invisible entity waits their just for us at that specific time. And to be sure, I believe that at the end of our lives we would like to end up in Paradise; or a Utopia like Nirvana as some would call it. I don't believe that anyone wakes up in the mornings and say, "Oh!, if I die today I sure hope I go to hell." I sure didn't think like that back then and still don't do it now. But, our choice for where we end up after life, is something that weighs on our minds, but not constantly or more correctly, consciously. It didn't in me, and still doesn't. However, now I am aware constantly that I have to monitor my behavior and try to keep it in check as much as possible because there is truth to the saying that good morals have their rewards. But in my younger days, "God" and morality were not areas that I was cognitively focused on. Yet again, "God" allowed me to come this far to show me something valuable about "Himself " to me personally. It has been extremely hard lessons for me to learn in my long journey with "Him" because I have hurt "Him" so bad and for so long, that I know that I have been a down right shame to "Him." I am not in this valley of shame to be changed now for no reason! And I can say that its the purification process that makes us hesitate dedicating and consecrating ourselves totally to "Him." But that is the mandate and requirements if I want to walk with "Him." And just to prove that I am dead serious about my writings and my lifestyle these last 15 years now, a few years ago I decided that I wanted to know what a Clay Potter Artist had to go through to collect the clay from the ground and process it to its finished clay product. And then after that, Turning it and Shaping it into whatever the Potter desires the vessel to  be and or be used for. After watching Potter after Potters on You Tube collect the clay; Clean the clay, and the hard work that goes into that process I was blown away. Then these guys talked about the different qualities of ground clay that could produce and yield higher qualities of clay and knowing the differences between these grades of clay, was fascinating. Then they talk about things that could go wrong during the Turning because of air bubbles and tiny rock pebbles that were missed during the cleaning, and having to start all over again. Then they hadn't even started to talk about the preparations for the Firing, or Glazing if that's what they wanted, yet. And they talked about so many challenges and of things that could go wrong here too. They talked about heat and timing and just right amount of heat for so long, and all the variables that had to be just right; even Climate, to produce a great piece of Art. And then there was the waiting and anxiety. All I could say at the end of a few days of studying these Potters was..."Damn!" I went into this study because I wanted to understand the story in the Bible about The Potter and The Clay. Do you see that you and I are that clay in that story. Go watch these Potters today's frustrations on You Tube after going through all that hassle of making a fine beautiful piece of art; whether a functional one or artistic one, and see happens when nothing goes right for them. Sometimes the Potter has to modify and alter their work intended and use it for pot to urinate or poop in, instead of a vessel of honor. The pooping and urinal pot is put away and hidden while the ones that turn out beautifully and or functional are placed where everyone can see it. This makes The Potter Artist Proud of their work. And they should be! And then don't forget about the pots that broke or cracked under the pressure of the fire. There is nothing that is redeemable about those vessels except being thrown in a pile somewhere. I even went on the Internet and studied how The ancient Jewish people worked the clay to make pots. I studied even the direction where the Potters had to build their community in conjunction with the town or city. They had to be down wind because of their constant burning blackening the peoples white washed houses and caused them to paint their homes more often then they wanted to.  Well, I was happy to study that subject, and I am glad that I did. Because now I will close with a short dream that I had in 2015 during that political campaign season. To be honest, all I heard was a man's Voice sounding loud from the sky above me as I was hiking in some woods here in Central Texas. And all that the Voice said in English was, "Great Judgement is coming to America." And that was it. And again I remind everyone out there, that I am not affiliated with no one but with myself. I have my own agenda, and it is almost like The Potters, I care about the Clay and how it Turns out. And I am not lying, whether The Clay likes it or not, it has to go through The Fire to be Qualified and Purified. And we sure don't want to be vessels of dishonor or people that can't take the heat or the consequences for being a Christian. And to be sure, I am not making many friends nor money from what I am doing. But I love it because at least, I hope, that we don't get caught sitting on the commode with our pants down when the tornadoes fly by over our house! Seriously though, tornadoes will be bad, but not as bad as the earth being shaken to its core. Building bunkers and storing foods and water will be a bad investment. The End Time will be a hopeless situation for Billions of people around the World. But, I have learned this much about that time, and that is that its not the Christian Church that will Save you and offer you Eternal Life in Paradise. And it's not man or woman, or The Christian Preacher that can save you either. And it sure ain't Christianity. It is and always has been..."Christ Jesus" and "His Blood." "Christ Jesus" is The All in All! "He" is the only reason that I am not afraid of dying. I live alone, I have no pets, I only have hundreds of legal pads and lose leaf writing paper with dreams and notes about my studies piled every where around me in my old tiny sardine can. And Winter is hell on my back problem. Let me close guys, and let's sleep on that until the next blog. Thanks again. Is any Art Easy?                                                                                                                              Respectfully,                                                                                                                                             Ruben N. Gutierrez