The Great Whore Babylon is still taking Casualties before she Falls!!!

Bloggers, when I was making my way back to God a couple of years before my wife died in 2013, I was still not attending any Church since I had walked away thirteen years earlier. However, after she passed on, I started to attend a very small Pentecostal Church here in San Marcos, Texas in 2014. But if the truth be told, I went to this Church for a one-day service because a beautiful Mexican middle age beauty who was fifty-four years old hit on me in San Antonio, Texas and wanted to start a relationship with me back in early 2014. She told me that she was a Christian and wanted to settle down with a responsible and reliable Christian man. I was sixty-four years old at the time, and I thought to myself that this sudden approach by this strange female was odd. And as we talked and got to know each other better as the days went by, she asked me that when she called me late on one Sunday night, that she wanted to hear from me what my Pastor had preached about that evening. So, that is how I went and started attending Church again. And but just because I was not accustomed to lying and I was not in a Church, I sought out a Church to attain a legit sermon from a true pastor and relate that message to this beauty in San Antonio. Well, long story short, this Mexican beauty turned out to be a liar and a gold digger. She had said she was a Christian, but I know that I had asked over and over, "but are you Catholic?" and she said that she wasn't. Then she gave me the name to a Pentecostal Church that she claimed that she was a member of for many years. And after that I stopped asking her about her religion. However, I took a drive to the Southside of San Antonio one morning, and I found the Church she had mentioned to me and then I went to talk to the Pastor and ask about this woman named Maria. And the pastor told me that he never had anyone as a member by that name in his Church. Then he asked me why I was asking about her and then I explained my situation, and we had some very good man to man laughs about this and then I thanked him and left. Then I went to the address where she told me that she had just moved to there in the South Side near Flores Street and Mitchell. But nobody was home and but there was a big family of Mexican Americans outside at the front of the house where Maria said she had rented. So, I asked them if they knew Maria and they said they didn't. But a man there asked me to describe her, and the women there protested but the men began to laugh and so I described her as I was laughing also. Men will be men. Then as I described her, all the men there spoke at once and said, "Yeah, she just moved in a few weeks ago with a whole bunch of noisy kids right there, as they pointed to the address that Maria had given me. And the men come and go but we don't know who they are." Then the women began to laugh hard, and I joined them myself in that chorus. And then I went down the street to where there was another dark skin middle-age Mexican female beauty with a middle age "Chuco" looking man sitting in the front of the woman's front steps to the porch. And as I walked up to where they were I right away saw that they were shooting up. They both looked at me with tough looks on their faces and the woman rudely asked what I wanted there. The man saw my look that I wasn't looking for trouble so, he lowered his head and let the woman talk, she too was a "Chola" and still beautiful and fine. And then I asked if they knew Maria and the Chola went off on me, and but I stayed calm because I have been around these kinds of females a lot before. Then she asked me in a stern voice, "Do you know who I am?" And I told her politely that I didn't. Then she said, "They call me La India ese!" And as I stand in front of her and looking at her in an admiring way because she is beautiful and tall and slender, and I am all dressed up in my 501 Levi blue jeans and white T-shirt with pieces of fine jewelry in mostly all my fingers and wrist, and then I return my response to her as courteously as possible and say to her, "Well, people call me El Indio!" Then the Chuco begins to laugh hard, and then she gets pissed off and she stands straight up and looks down hard at the Chuco and he stops laughing fast. Then she looks at me and tells me that she has already told me that they don't know Maria. So, then I thank her and him and tell them, "Well, I will keep going down the road then and see if I find her, and if not, I am going back to San Marcos." And I say to La India de San Anto..., as I stretch man right hand to shake her hand and make contact, I say, "It has been a pleasure to talk to you today. Thank for your kindness in letting me stand in your front yard." Then I shook El Chuco's hand and said good-bye to both of them. And but as I turned to walk away from her, she stops me cold and says this to me..., "If you don't find Maria, now you know where I live, you can always come to be with me!" Then the Chuco cracks a big smile because he knew La India liked what she saw. And to be honest I like that India too. And then I drove away and was still not done in the South Side and West Side of San Antonio in my search for more information on a woman that had a thick large spider's web set up for sucking all my blood dry! Why did you retell this story, Ruben? Because from the time that I was a very little boy, life thought me that the reality that I was brought into from the other side, was sometimes very cruel. And as a result, the people caught in the cycles of cruelty and evil, always come out dead, or mentally handicapped by serious traumas. Like Maria for example. She married young and had big dreams for her make-believe life as a married woman. Little did she know that her once handsome husband would get caught up in the drug abusing world like using heroin. She was 54 and the husband that she divorced 25 years earlier looked over 70 years old and still strung out. And she raised five of his kids without his support. And she kept losing job after job because once her kids grew older and had kids of their own, Maria the grandmother had to sacrifice to babysit her grandchildren so her children could succeed. And that is why Maria approached me. It wasn't about Love; it was money that she saw in me that would perhaps provide and escape from this invisible dead-end trap she was caught up in. And she was prepared to lie or cheat or maybe even strip and sell her body for that financial out. However, later, I found out that Maria was still a devout Catholic. And that was when I finally said good-bye to Maria and took off in my car all alone to ride the lonely roads and talking to God about how sorry I was for walking away from Him for so long. And I went back that the little Church where I went to seek a sermon to tell Maria about. And I remember that at the end of all our conversations she would ask me to say a prayer for both of us. And I would ask her why she always wanted me to pray, and she said, "There is something powerful in your prayers and I can feel it." And so, I stayed at the little Church for 10 years and then left again and I haven't attended since 2022. Nevertheless, I have grown stronger than ever before as a Christian. And I continue to see so many casualties in every area of life as I travel on my own and by myself in Central Texas. But what I see is that some casualties are self-inflicted as I have demonstrated with those that self-destruct through some sort of self-abuse. Nevertheless, like Sin..., the act of one person's personal Sin never only affects the Sinner, it affects everyone directly connected to that sinner. And just like War has its casualties also, just think of all those who become collateral damage, and had nothing invested in those wars. It wasn't even our war, yet they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and most likely it was Destined to happen that way? Or it was wickedly planned that way. Who knows? All I know is that Life here on earth has its pains and sufferings and there is no doubt about that nor escaping them. And then there are the casualties caused by extremely sick entities and people and groups of people who just love to inflict pain on innocent and harmless human beings. And then there are the Deceivers who love to deceive and just can't stop because they love it that way. Then there is the morally depraved and sexually perverted people that love to destroy the beauty of the human spirit and body in an individual. And then we wonder how did we get this way? There are so many casualties out there and no one seems to care about those people. Some people just got caught up in the life of crime and now their families and babies suffer. But why didn't you give Maria a chance Ruben? Why didn't you help her? Do you know that since I became a Christian in in 1980, I knew that I couldn't marry a woman who was not of my Faith in God. That means I couldn't marry a Catholic female or any female of another "Faith" as mine because that was our God's mandate. My God is All Wise and He knows the conflict that two unequally yoked couple would cause and create. So, He, made provisions for us to avoid such future conflicts over religion between the couples marrying. However, to be honest, when I met "La India" in San Antonio, I wanted that one instead of Maria. But I resisted the temptation and moved on my way to open roads and enjoyed my loneliness because it provided Freedom from future conflicts. And with all the turmoil in my life already..., I sure didn't need more baggage added to my expense for peace of mind. And as I drove those lonely highways and byways, I met many broken people out there just like me. And as I hiked the woods, I would tell myself the story about how the goddess was always wanting to have sex with me in my dreams. And I would wonder how Israel and Judah turned their backs on their God Jehovah to serve the goddess themselves instead. And that was a story I couldn't shake off, not even today. And when I think about the why or how could those people do that kind of thing to their own God who they knew was the God of gods, it reminds me of me also. The answer is easy..., we are like Nimrod who wants the cake and eat it too. And further, they want God to move farther away so they can breathe easier as they gore the cake and cherry too. Yet, they said to God, that the goddess has done more for them to make them happy than God Himself ever did. Then I put two and two together and concluded that is exactly why God doesn't want a True Christian marrying anyone who doesn't share your Biblical convictions. And to put it bluntly...Catholicism is a great Ball of Confusion wrap around one's neck just as the goddess is and all other Pagan Religions are as well. And if one doesn't believe me, walk the cities at night. There one will find how confused the Vatican is and even most of the Jewish world is also. Therefore, the spirit of Babylon is still causing great damage to people who adhere to that faith and religion of corruption and perversions. And it is sad to see so many casualties of this ancient Satanic spirit because if one gets to know these misguided people many of them are good people. But once Babylon Falls and these people haven't gotten out of her, they are heading for a bad ending. And I will confess, that for all the times the goddess presented to me in my dreams, man she was beautiful and fine. But when I saw the Lizard body and head in bed with me, I had to leave that evil woman behind! So Let Us Sleep On That for now until next time. Yet, as I sleep, I see beautiful Japanese women in their beautiful colorful Kimonos in art form in my mind. And that is poetry in motion. Then enters Babylon and screws up the whole work of Art that God has intended for us humans on earth.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Respectfully,                                                                                                                                                Ruben N. Gutierrez