To hold a Pen is to be at War!

Bloggers, can anyone stop a Painter from painting, or stop a Philosopher from thinking. No you can't! Some people are just gifted that way, and they are determined to perfect their art or craft at all cost. And I am no different in my educational and spiritual pursuits. There is something inside of me that nags me to no end everyday that I wake up and pushes me harder to find the answers to my nagging questions about our overall general health conditions as a person and as a people. After all we are a very sickly disturbed people. And I want to know why that is. Further, I want to know and need to know before I die, what is our prospect for our future. At 74 years old, I know that I am running out off time. And but before I make my exit, I would like to share some valuable spiritual insights with the readers before I go. After all, that is the whole point in pursuing our professions. We know that whether we are a Painter or Philosopher, or Poet, our objective or mission is to inspire or motivate people to action of some kind. In my case it is to inform and teach. And as the French philosopher Voltaire once said, "To hold a Pen is to be at War." And for me as an aspiring writer, when I set my pen to paper, that is exactly what I am doing when I write. I know that I cannot stay neutral in a world full of conflict, and especially the spiritual kind. An artist, whether he or she likes it or not cannot be a non polarizing individual. For example take Bob Ross or Mr. Rogers, as well loved as those good people were, they still had their critics. That is the nature of things on this earth, it has always been a war between two extremes of Love and Hate. And for many years now, I have been at war with Satan and Satanist on this earth. And the more I teach about what I have learned in my dreams, the more angrier Satan gets with me. However, I am on a mission to inform and teach and I let the readers decide whether they agree with me or not. As I said earlier, Time is not on my side anymore. And for that reason I want to hurry and relate what I believe will happen as we continue down this gradual road to self destruction as a people. And again, my weapon is not an eloquent speaking orators voice nor can I play any musical instrument. And I for the present do not favor any high powered gun or sword to solve any problem between me and the haters. My weapon of choice is the Pen and Paper, and has been since 1982. So if you please..., allow me to introduce the subject of interest to me right now. And let me paint a picture with these words about how one "Sin" led me to an understanding of a much greater abomination regarding the same kind of sin. I do hope that people will take this story serious because it has grave consequences to those who engage in it privately, or publicly. I will not describe the sin in detail for obvious reasons as one will see. Nevertheless, you will read only simple description of it and the serious damage that it can do to the sinner. Some expert Bible commentators may say that this type of description of Sexual Sin does not prosper nothing in knowing about it. But I say that is narrow thinking with all due respect. Now, the sin in question is Sexual Perversion in any of its forms. It doesn't matter if a person is married or not, or consenting with it or not, it is a grave Sin with dire consequences to those who practice it. As I once confessed before, I did allow this act to come into my life at one time but was Rebuked by "God" and I lost a lot because of it. It doesn't matter if it is Pornography or kinky sex between spouses in the privacy of your own bedroom. Now I will move on to Idolatry. As I confessed also some time back, I did get into The Native Indian Pow Wows and had decorated my whole house and yard with Pagan symbols and Art; and ancient stone sculpted rocks. And as time passed by I was rebuked again by "God Himself" in dreams. During this time as I reflected on why it was that I could never accomplish anything good in my life, is when I remembered a Dream from 1986 when Angels who landed on earth on a Cessna plane with a personal message to me from "Jehovah." I remembered what one angel said to me as the dream closed, he said, "I hope that what happened to the son of King Solomon doesn't happen to you." And I could never understand what he meant by this statement. Not until after many years had passed did I come to understand what the angel meant by that. Now that dream made sense to me because if one reads the tragic story of Solomon, Rehoboam, and Abijah; and especially Rehoboam, one will see his great sins were Sexual Perversions of the most repulsive kind, and in the Temple of "God," and great Idol worship in every square mile of Judah. Then Rehoboam's wife Maacah built a great Asherah Pole in the vicinity of the Temple too. Rehoboam introduced male prostitute sodomites in The Temple as part of the worship, and he did worst things than this. Therefore, here we can see that King Solomon's sins carried over to his children, grandchildren, and great grand children. When one gets to King Asa, Josiah, and Hezekiah we see things change for the good. Then further down the line King Manasseh ruins this great picture of a troubled people in Judah for good. And then it is just down hill from here for them. Northern Israel got scattered for the same sins before Judah. And now we see The great United States of America wallowing in the same sewer rat Perverted Sex practices today. I am guilty too. But I changed my evil ways and turned away from them. Yet nothing has been easy for me for over eighteen years. This kind of sin is Bad! Don't do it. You will regret it even if you repent. But I seriously advice one to repent for their good. And now let me relate my educated guess to Daniel's vision of The Abomination of Desolation to three dreams I had about six years ago. In the first dream I see a White person flipping the Bird or middle finger at another person. And as I look on, the person offended leaves without any trouble. Than a young White girl approaches me and tells me, "Do you know that flipping the bird sign is a curse to another person?" And I said, "No." Then she said, "This sign equals 666."  That ended that dream. Okay the second dream. As I look I see that I landed at a poor Black peoples community somewhere in the country near a trash field. The time for this setting could be very early 1950's. I don't see anyone but a small Black boy on his hands and knees and he is digging an old 10oz glass soda bottle out off the ground. The bottle is an antique bottle with high relief art work on its face. The bottles were cast that way at one time in our history. And as I walk over to him I ask him if I could see this bottle because of the art work on it. This bottle was still covered in dirt as he handed it to me. And as I looked at it I dusted it off and I saw very clearly a man's phallus with its two testicles, one on each side of the phallus. My first reaction was what the hell! But I played it off and I told the young handsome boy, "Do you know that this is an expensive antique bottle and that you can get a lot of money for this?" And he said, "Yes, I know." Then I handed the bottle back to him when an older Black man arrived and wanted to see the bottle too. And then he gave the bottle back to the boy and told him the same thing that I had said. Here this dream ends. And as I woke up from these dreams I was reminded yet of other dreams when a White burly man came to me angry like and said to me, "Ruben, do you know who I am?" Then he grabbed a dead twig off the ground and drew a few symbols on the ground and his name. And as he stood to look at me with even a more angry face at me, he said as he pointed to the symbols, "That is my name and don't you ever forget it!" Then I looked at the name he drew on the ground and it read, "Mr. T." Then after waking I did the analysis and Walla what do you see in Mr. T symbol if not the middle finger for the bird and for the phallus with the two Eyes, or testicles. And keep in mind now that this symbol is for the number "666." Therefore if the Man of Sin's number equals 666, and the Phallus equals 666, it follows that The Asherah Pole equals 666 because it is a symbol of the phallus also. And if one looks at the definition for this abomination of perversion which is the Asherah Pole or The Scared Stones, that is what repelled the Godly people of Judah like Jeremiah, Daniel, and Ezekiel, back then. Especially when the Kings and Queens and Priest condoned such practices in the Temple of "God." And now go fast forward and just think that the believer in "Christ Jesus" today are the Temple! Therefore, my estimation of what that Abomination of Desolation is in the future, it's This Man of Sin and this Asherah Pole that will be set up again in the Third Temple. Do you see that what our problem is..., it's that we have come to normalize all kinds of evil behavior in America and so now we call these evil practices Sacred. Even the Priest call it Sacred! Israel has paid a great price for their sins and still are today. But we are no exception nor are we any better than they. So Look at us, We are The Temple of "God" now and how do we treat it?! So I will close for now and say let us sleep on that. And I will admit that Writing these stories of mine have been a good form of catharsis for me. Not only am I wrestling with issues outside of me, but I am still dealing with issues that have given great pain and misery in the inside of me. So it does help me to release these pressing burdens and try to help those who are trying to make sense of this crazy life that we live out while we are still alive. Thank you again, and more Power and Strength to El Israel forever against all its enemies! May The God of gods go before you and fight, and defeat and scatter all who try to kill you. And for us, lets Keep our eyes open for something big and bad coming in 2026. Amen.                                                                                                                                                                                                        Respectfully,                                                                                                                                           Ruben N. Gutierrez