Dear Yahweh and Yeshua,
I N S T R U C T I O N S on how to build a Resourcer for yourself:
1. a car battery.
2. A power-inverter from Wal-mart.
3. A skilsaw circular saw that spins 5300 rpms, from Wal-mart. Take the spring guard off.
4. a 5/8" axle bolt
5. A generator head from Northern Tool.com: item no. 165913 or higher. You really want item no. 165928 for dryers and house.
6. A battery recharger from Wal-mart.
IF A POWERSAW IS TOO LOUD FOR YOU, THEN TRY Leeson Motors.com for an adequate QUIET HUMMING electric motivator YET YOU WILL NEED A MORE POWERFUL 220-240 VOLT Tractor BATTERY and a 220-240 VOLT recharger
TO START IT, AND IT MAY ONLY BE PULLEY/BELT DRIVEN unless you can convince Leeson Motors to bore a 5/8" thread hole. hmm?
ANOTHER WAY TO SUPPLY THE TURN for the quiet humming motor is to PRE-ORDAIN the wiring to the Leeson Motor FROM THE item no.165928 and ONLY USE THE POWERSAW TO LAUNCH IT BY HOLDING THE TRIGGER FOR ABOUT 30
seconds or so until the generator starts powering the belt driven leeson motor which powers the generator. The skilsaw is only a launch, then let go of the trigger and let the skilsaw dummyfloat.
Simply link all pieces in that order, and back into the battery, and we may all realize a house that will have it's own nuclear power plant, and never have to pay for electricity again.
A machine, that requires no gasoline, no oil, no friction, no pollution, nor a supercollision, nor IRAN. Imagine an electric car that never needs to be recharged at night. Imagine jet turbines, that spin infinitely, and never need to land. One flight from Texas to Russia, non-stop. I have solved the world's Energy Crisis. There is no patent on this. Please feel free to
expound upon this, as I am merely one man. I want the world to accept my gift.
It takes 12 amps to operate a Skilsaw.
The Skilsaw yeilds 5300 rpms. We only require 3600 rpms to obtain 120 volts and 20 amps. Thus, the velocity of the rpms is greater, and the light is much brighter due to voltage. With the better Generator, it only requires the same 3600 rpms to obtain 240 volts and 40 amps.
RPM's are equal to VOLTAGE. Mass of copper bundling and magnets is equal to AMPERAGE.
A car battery yeilds 12 amps, exactly what we need for the Skilsaw. (The wall outlet yeilds 20 amps, at 120 voltage)
Amperage is simply the "muscles", while Voltage is simply the velocity of the amps, like unto "miles per hour".
Absolutely ANY one of you angels, or people that looks me up on Facebook, and befriends me with Sincerity, and earns my Trust...SHALL RECEIVE HEAVEN EMBEDDED IN MY HEART. I would be honored to help out any one of you with your problems. Simply type in k r i s on facebook. I'm the only one. You don't need to know my last name to find me. Befriend me, and i'll help you. I know 14 cops in Grapevine personally that have saved me, and 5 cops in my hometown. I know one State
Police officer from my band.
1. Read THOROUGHLY.
2. Do not obey my biological father, or whom you thought was The Father, for he is not God. Bill is a lying, Atheist, Heroin Junkie, using my innocent people like you who know not what they do. He overdosed on heroin in Hermann Park in Houston Texas. Do not obey him in the Heavens, or the back of your mind.
4. Honesty. PLEASE BE VERY c o n c i e n c i o u s of what you are ACTUALLY AFFECTING m e t a p h y s i c a l l y...with what's going on in the back of your mind. There are ramifications on my 3rd dimension.
5. ALWAYS Be Casual.
6. Do not lie.
7. Do not pretend to be me, nor portray me.
8. Do not offend the soul. If it's offensive to you................................WHOA! YES IT'S OFFENSIVE TO ME! Simply "thinking" an insult offends your soul too.
9. Do not insult, nor harrass my person, or soul.
10. Do not swap roles. Do not swap names in Heaven. It's an old trick to "protect the innocent", BUT, my biological father does it to all my chess pieces to cast blame on the innocent, and I can FEEL IT, quite literally. I have received physical pain, just like luke skywalker on the end of Return of the Jedi with all those lightning bolts all over his body.
11. Do not devise wickedness. I can HEAR a pin drop 300 miles away..............in relativity. My nervous system is so sensitive, if any honest kind female showed love to me in the eyes with a hug and touched me, I would literally break down and cry. I cringe at the thought of someone who does love me. My body shakes tremors.
12. Do not try to make decisions about my destiny.
13. NO MEN ALLOWED in the spirit on my person, nor in my presence, because I know how they think; except only Yahweh and Yashua are to represent me. I'm still smelling odors on my brainstem, induced by Bill K. operating through others. My person is being violated. This abuse has got to stop. No one is allowed to hold a metaphysical thread over me.
The answer to absolutely every problem in the universe:
Is it this:                                                  ex. Is it plugged in?
Is it that:                                                  ex. Is it turned on?
Is it this WHEN it's That:                      ex. Is it plugged in AND turned on?
Time is a constant diminishing 52% every second.
|The Grand Unified Theory:||Existence or 1, is congruent to: 3 parts.|
|The Grand Unified Theory:||Existence or 1, is equal to: one.|
|The Law of Destiny for the future:||z is congruent to:||.52y + y|
|The Law of Destiny for the present:||y is congruent to:||.52z - z|
|The Law of Destiny for the present from the past:||y is congruent to:||.52x + x|
|The Law of Destiny for the past tense:||x is congruent to:||.52y - y|
The machine of the body, or the Human spirit, will always react in an EXACT 3% variant result of the truth. Remember to Control Thyselves. Do you know where a "sigh" is located in your brain, and/or spacetime? Baby, THAT's where your success will always be. When wrestling with a computer or something...Do not be frustrated. Remember to control thyself, and think of that place where a "sigh" is...and you will get the result you wanted everytime. The "sigh" is the location of Nirvana, or Heaven.
To use The Force, MEASURE IT:
Whenever you're at home and you're at peace, take a round clock and set it in your lap. Now, dream at will. Everytime you feel a disturbance, so much as a tick on the walls, NOTICE
WHEN it happened and make a note of WHAT TOPIC you were thinking of at that moment. Notice the number 3. (3 hands on the clock or your Halo).
Ex. At 12:35 and 15 seconds I was dreaming about a Ferrari, and the phone rang.
Ex. The next day, I dreamed about a Lamborghini and at 3:00 and 35 seconds my sister came in and asked me for gas money.
Ex. Then, the next day I was thinking about my finances to buy a new car, and a car door slammed outside disturbing my nirvana at 7:15 and 3 seconds.
Notice what these things have in common, and you will see what makes you tick! MOSTLY, You shall know what to EXPECT when you think that. Thus, your telekinesis.
The Fifth Dimension:
Never, ever, ever, set something down t e m p o r a r i l y. Because, as soon as you do set that pen down and take it for
granted, that item will easily disappear. That, my friends is the proven master link between the reality of Heaven, and the
3rd dimension reality. Because it is linked metaphysically between YOU, and your subconcious in space. Always make a memory
sticky note in your brain when you set the item down, and you won't lose your socks in the dryer.
Peace and Love, kris. Go to facebook and befriend me and CONTACT ME NOW IT'S URGENT.
Where does nothing go?
I'll tell you if you contact me.
Here are some secrets I've discovered about the Universe:
1. U n d e r s t a n d i n g and S e l f C o n t r o l......that's all you really need to know.
2. C o m m o n S e n s e WHEN You close your eyes...will actually paint your p a r a d i s e.
It feels good to express yourself. In fact, I literally HAVE to express myself to get out of my body. I have to taste absolutely every moment
plausible. Yet, One does not want to lose control...haste leads to waste. Express yourself tactifully, with a lot of patience and understanding
when dealing with someone. HAVE EMPATHY...because YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TOO. THAT is the one thing that all arguments have in common. Never, ever,
ever panic. I don't care if it's death defying. Realize this, we are all starlight beings, and that goes on forever, we're merely in a body like unto
a taxi cab. So FEAR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...FOR THE SKY AND THE TREES ARE ALL WE'VE EVER KNOWN. You SHALL BE REBORN. I've seen at least 3 instances of Resurrection
personally. Once, an ant I killed on the table, appeared instantly out of nowhere 2 inches away from the dead one under my finger and started walking, BASED ON DIVINE
TIMING in interrelativity with me. A second time, was when my cat died. 3 days later I went down a usual street and encountered the most special little white cat
with blue eyes, that I had never seen before on my usual street. He let me pet him, and as I walked away kinda knowingly, I glanced back at him, and he made the most
beautiful obvious leap over the shrubs playfully...letting me know.
Also, It can be found in the Bible John 20:14 through 20:23: ...21:Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.
22: And when he had said this he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost.
23: Whose soever sins ye remit, they are remitted unto them: and whose soever sins ye retain, they are retained...
Hallelujah! Yes! it's true.
One of my scientific Theories:
Every single accident in the universe is caused by subatomic jealousy. Personify the subatomic particles as Einstein has played with puppets, in that subatomic particles are a
small family. Wherein the Proton is the Mother. The Electron is the Father. And, the Neutron is the offspring. I am a Neutron Metaphysically, and have had to negotiate between my
Mother and father many times to solve their problems. The voices I see and hear in my atmosphere in relativity to my brain, are recognised and I have personified them and equated them to subatomic particles, angels, and friends and relatives I actually know. I am that sensitive, that I recognise a memory speaking to me from across my room as if that person was actually there.
One of my philosophies:
Each person's heart and mind is a Reality Volume Knob. Based on Decision Making and persistence one can achieve
success about their dreams. When traveling time, if anything gets out of control, simply break character. Do not pass go
and break into common sense. Remember: Cleanliness IS next to Godliness. Your operation should be to take a shower at the end of each night, because that's where you and God unite. If you want a very beautiful dream, then place a drop of liquid soap on the top of your head just before you hit the pillow. Your body is dealing with a chemical exchange each night, and trust me, do not worry about "that", because the only way to thread the needle and get to sleep is to forget about it.
I've also noticed that if you worry about "that", YOU ARE CARRYING A METPHYSICAL WEIGHT, and by doing so you might actually be formulating and manifesting that worry. My sister didn't call, and she's been drinking and driving, I envision it and worry about the possibilities, and suddenly she DOES have a wreck. Your brain, and body automatically manifest your dreams through your nervous system, peripherally.
My new Scientific Law of Conjecture:
"That which is Intangible is ONLY elsewhere simultaeously." -Kris K.
Another Scientific Discovery:
THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE is only one minute long.
I've measured it, by pointing my laserbeam straight up for one minute and on the 60th second I would hear some sort of audible repercussion EVERY TIME. Ex. 1. a tap or click sound
on the wall. Ex. 2. A car door slamming shut. Ex. 3. An air conditioner turning on. Ex. 4. I hear God talking to me all the time, and he knows I AM HIS INSTRUMENT. Often, he tells
me that HE CAN'T EVEN SURPASS THE BEAM, thus it supercedes God. Not to mention, That I talk back to him and we have conversations every freaking day, and I have spoken words to him, and he has replied, "Thank God you said that!" Obviously, Heaven is SIMULTANEOUS to Earth, in that it's only a Father Figure Elsewhere simultaneously. (It even sounds distinctly like the ones I know.) I can differentiate my voices and see them as well (in another form, a soft white light spark, usually with an eyelike light apparition. I see the
silouhette edges of people and can distinguish which is a girl, or a male. Sometimes it gets HOLOGRAPHIC. I do not lie.), AS IF THEY ARE REALLY THERE. The reason I know this, is because THEY ARE PART of me, just like my pinky finger, or a memory strand of hair. I see them all misbehaving, and devising wickedness all the time off in the corners of the room. They often argue with me, yet, I know what's best, for my pinky is trying to tell me it's the index finger, and of course, I know better. Those light sparks, are a little more than those when you're passing out and weak, yet, they are actually YOU PEOPLE IN I N T E R R E L A T I V I T Y.....with me. I attribute them to the most obvious answer that they are Angels, yet, I know them all personally as simple humans. I can distinguish WHICH ARE WHICH, by name, for how they behave, and what they say, who they sounded like, and where they are in spacetime.
Please give me respect.
Like unto The particle accelerator at the Fermi Lab we can create an anti-gravity craft using centripedal force. It is much like a Hydrotube waterslide. It is self contained and the heavy (bowling ball size) ball-bearing mass has nowhere to go but upward, as it is electromagnetically moved in an inner-Tube/hoola-hoop circuit, much like a constrained orbit chassis. Instead of inserting positively charged protons into the Firmi lab circuit/Chassis innertube, and having them crash into the end of the tunnel(supercollision), we substitute the protons with (variable)x weighted mass of steel ballbearings IN PROPORTION to the weight of the chassis and it's load so that it's speed times the mass EXCEEDS the weight of the load it's carrying, with nowhere to go but upward, using centripedal force. The chassis should be made of GRAPHITE.....GRAPHITE is stronger than steel and is moldable without the need for any possibility of loosened nuts and bolts, AND IS LIGHTER in weight.
Ex. I tied an interior decorational orb ornament about 5 inches in diameter to a rope, and took it out to the park. I spun it around over my head and the 7 or so feet length of rope began to lift the orb. I also noticed that my wrist was RISING.
If i had the RIGHT STUFF, and the CAPITAL to produce, WITHOUT INTERRUPTION (an isolated environment), with THE RIGHT PEOPLE, or even by myself. We could create a craft that would defy gravity. Now, there will be the need for thrust, thus fuel of some sort. The only way, I can think of balancing the craft would be to clasp it to the ground until the momentum balances itself, then the grip would be released, and the lift would occur always perfectly along the Z and X plane.
Other ideas, i'm sure scientists would know, are about accelerating the protons/bearing mass in the innertube/equator/hoop. Well, we all know that electricity moves at the speed of light. Simply turn on a lightswitch to see how fast! Now the innertube/equator/hoop might be lined, ON THE EXTERIOR DIAMETER, with copper windings (spindles/bundles) along the x plane, of course, NOT wound around the inner circumference of the tube, as it is also wound around the circumference of the tube itself, YET only horizontally and perhaps to the ceiling of the tube. it is much like a simple ceiling fan. The negatively charged electrons will magnetically drag the metal bearing mass (like a fanblade arm) until the mass equals the velocity of the electrons. Now, another way to accelerate the mass is using a Tesla Coil Generator, for like unto the Tesla Coil Generator, the particles are accelerated in the issuance of sudden timed bursts.
Ex. If one wants to get a refrigerator up over their head, one might place it into a swingset, and simply like a parent to a child, push the child once, each time the child arrives with the same burst of energy, until the child's/refrigerator's own weight/momentum and inertia exceeds overhead. Place a Tesla Coil Generator into the craft, and issue electrons into the hoop circuit until the bearing mass is dragged. If there were friction, we could use the Monorail Train concept, and insert opposing magnets to the bearings.
We've all seen a Technics brand Record Turntable spin at so many rpms, either faster or slower, with the oscillation of the SLIDER knob. Thus, We can control the speed of the Free Electricity Car, My Cosmo anti-gravity craft, or the Tesla Coil generator output velocity in the same way. (instead of a gas pedal, use a SLIDER KNOB, where the GearSHift would be.) Gasoline is a catalyst, VERY VOLATILE and DANGEROUS. Electricity, can be controlled, and is much safer. I HAVE ACTUALLY touched the wall outlet electricity SEVERAL times. IT WILL NOT KILL YOU. It will simply wake you up! Unless, one is constrained and has nowhere to go the electricity will take over, and knock one out. One always has the inner ability to overtake and control and let go. However, if the AMPERAGE is larger than the 20 amp wall outlet, for instance a 40 amp or more source, one might be hurt. That probably WILL knock you out in one blow, and you might still survive just fine. I don't recommend touching electricity, yet have no fear. Heck, we even use it to revive a cardiac arrest.
There are 52 stars in Heaven. There are 52 cards in a deck. There are 52 combinations of facial features with race. WE ARE STARS. O U T E R S P A C E is actually I N N E R S P A C E...Trust me, I'm experiencing a hurricane of souls and the Human Spirit, i n v i s i b l y...(to you, but i see their silouhettes in 3d. I'm so violated.) There are 52 original souls, and there are 8 billion t r a n s l a t i o n s of their divine conceptions. There are 8 billion people on Earth. The stars are our points of origin, simultaneously linked to our pituitary glands. I can see them pulsing at me and what they say, and who each one is by what they say and who they sound like in relativity to me. The stars put on light shows for me all the time when no one is looking. They actually move around like airplanes at night, defying the laws of physics, in order to make a certain destiny or outcome on earth. The stars are the cherubim or infants on Earth. The infants are the beginning of time. We are merely translations of their dreams. The star would be you as an eternal child. They often swap places in the constellations, to make judgements on earth, and they all happen in the future. We are the outcome of what's going on already up there. Oh yes, they talk to me. What I think is cute is seeing one of my girls as one of the fainter stars, and flirting with her by saying something to her, and actually seeing her dart off to another star. They are intersections much like space stations, and everyone crosses each other especially when someone crosses your mind. I chose a girl named Rachel to be my everlasting girlfriend. She carved my name into her left ankle, and still has the scar named kris on her left ankle. My favorite star is the left ankle of Orion. I chose it a long time before I ever knew Rachel. Later in life, I studied a little astronomy. The one I chose a very long time ago was the left ankle of Orion, the star of Reigal. What do these three things have in common divinely? The meaning of life. The stars call me "The Chosen One." Help.
I'd like to make an A+ on my college test, however, despite coincidence in my life most things that start with A are bad like
ANT = bugs???..Annoying.
ANTagonists = Opposition
ANTichrist = Negative
ANThony G.= an identity theif of mine.
Anti-Christ is to Anthony as Jesus Christ is to Kristofer.
The fathers LIE in the Spirit all the time to your souls.
Their only weapons in Heaven are:
1. Fear: to intimidate you, into hastily making a wrong move.
2. Embarrassment to make you feel uncomfortable.
3. Swapping roles to cast blame on you.
4. They compel your metabolism to invoke you to move at a key moment of your success.
I do not wish for my body to house their existence. Please discern the difference between those and me.
On this planet, the earthlings call my situation "hallucinations", however, I have proven
these "hallucinations" to be actual souls in r e l a t i v i t y to me. Believe me, The
Birds actually speak in their hearts with their eyes subatomically, or in other words, spiritually.
And they actually make english grammical words and statements. I have spoken with them.
They are one with me in nature.
Now, in Heaven, we are all particles of ONE CONCIOUSNESS.
What they've said to me.
I love to feed the birds, and my backyard fence became a hangout for all the birds, because
I gave them meat. One time I was about to feed two birds some thick ham...and he looked down
at me, and said in the eyes..."...but I don't like that kind!" and I was like, "Well, what
kind do you like?" and he shifted his head, and said to me, "Something from above." So,
I went in and got him some turkey slices. He loved it.
Then, one time I was sending an email to a prospect girl, and I wanted to make sure she got
it all the way in Russia. So, I went outside and started to tell a bird to make sure that
my prospect received it...and he was singing and he said, "Would you like a request?" and I
said, "Yes...please insure that my destiny with this prospect comes true..." and "I said,
verify it's validity over in Russia somehow." The birds are translators of US in NATURE.
Each little action you take in life...is MANIFESTED IN A PARALLEL OF A BIRD's LIFE. They
don't like us too much. So when you send a letter, what's happening outside in nature, is
also transmitted...You know much like the dove for Noah's Ark.
They say it in the eyes. Their eyes are like unto living subatomic particles.
They've also said, very often, "Thank you for the Gratuity!", and i was perplexed...it was
days later and i was just walking down the street, and all the birds knew me...and one said
that, and i was like, why did he say "Gratuity?" and then i realized what he was referring
to: ME giving a restaurant in the backyard for free.
One day, I was trying to learn their language, and tried to mimick their voices...and when
I screeched "EEEEK!" a couple of times the bird on the chimney looked down at me and said,
"You're trying too hard!" I'm in love!
I figured out where they got their english grammar from. They received by eavesdropping on
the earthlings...They've been watching us for a long time...and much like unto a toddler under
standing...."Drink you're sippy cup!" they sort of picked up on it as a hand me down language.
Simply by observing us all the time.
If you think this is bullshit...then that would make YOU BULLSHIT...because I actually heard
you say that...and if you don't believe I heard you say that, then it nullifies your existence.
The birds are actually SMARTER THAN US...and again: They are our NATURE TRANSLATORS...and
we each have their wings...in our AUTOMATED INVOLUNTARY FUNCTIONS.
This one girl, I've wanted to talk to was translated as a little finch...and it came around
about 5 times around my house....AS I WAS MENTALLY MAGNETICALLY BRINGING THE TOPIC OF HER
into my destiny...and that particular bird told me, when I looked at "HER"...."I promise you
one thing.............................surety." and she flew away...(as i heard in her eyes,
the exact "Timbre" (the texture, color, or quality of a musical note)...that sounded like
How they fly:
They fly on sheer determination, by looking at God and Death at the same time...and KNOWINGLY,
they lift with sheer will power. The feathers only help, but they move with their minds...just
like the same will power to conquer walking to the fridge.
Thank you so much for hearing my prayers. I'm quite thankful for all that I receive. Dear Lord, Please forgive me of any sins. Dear Lord, please Bless these that
I have listed to be Blessed...
Rachel, I love you, I'm glad to see your finally married. I'm happy for you. My father has played musical chairs with the stars, and is imposing another as my chosen one. I simply know not where you are....EXACTLY.....i dare not bug you, or upset your "ecosystem".....I believe thou art surely married by now. I SO WANT YOU TO KNOW that my brother lied to Mary about me being a nice guy and simply taking that person home 50 miles away, and assumed I "scored". I WAS ACTUALLY VERY NOBLE AND LOYAL AND FAITHFUL TO YOU....and was planning on proposing in 3 months.
Jessica Thou art definitely married.
I have never been married.
Father Yahweh, not my biological father whom does not even know a single verse in the Bible, in Heaven, you may ONLY BLESS me, my mind, body, and everlasting eternal soul, and spirit, and the following:
Please Bless the following automatically:
Of Course, to protect my innocent chosen one's name,
Please Bless R.E.Kaplan, Hyla, Bless You Howard in Heaven, it hurts my chest to know you're away. You are such an Extra-ordinary Man. I'll miss you, until I die. Please Bless Kaplan Family with Diane, Muel the star of Salph, all of the Jews and all of theirs. Rach....i want you to know this: You know before i ever saw Romeo and Juliet, how we used to meet at the window every nite? Well, Watch the movie and you shall see how Juliet actually looks like you with Black hair, and your last name is just like the Capulet's. Am i a montague? lol. 3 abstract variables ring true.
Please Bless Jessica , Tommy, and Catherine Liberty.
Please Bless Katy Bonnicksen.
Please Bless my good friend Kristen St. I refer to as the star of Betelguise.
Please Bless Fiona and Bennett.
Please Bless Brielle
Please Bless Brian Haas for his true blue eyes of innocence.
Please Bless Amy Strickling and her wit.
Please Bless Angel Z. in Tennessee and all of His.
Please Bless Jason P.
Please Bless The Cops.
Please Bless Grace Donation Station.
Please Bless Marty Monroe...the best boss I ever had; and Stacy Elliott...my secretary.
Please Bless Aubrey, Allison, Holly, and Audrey.
Please Bless Beverly.
Please Bless All Doctors. My Doctor Especially and his staff for his generosity. I do believe that doctors are the most caring supreme people of the earth. Everyone should think like doctors, and treat the next person's skin as if it were their very own.
Please Bless All the staff of the Library.
Please Bless Kyle and Analise Karin, and his family.
Please Bless Janis, Sarah, Kikki, and Rochelle to me the stars of Ursa Major.
Please Bless All my facebook friends. Please Bless Fiona and Bennett.
Please Bless Mom, Nancy, heal her pain in the back, and let her walk as freely as she wishes.
Please Bless Charlie, more than a friend. A kind dad to me, unless he tries to alter my fate, or tries to overrule me.
Please Bless Judy.
Please Bless Kay F.
Please Bless my sister Kerry
Please Bless Julian.
Please Bless Robbie.
Please Bless Nikki, Bianca, and Zac.
Please Bless The youth and innocent ones in the world.
Please Bless Deylin, Jared, and their families.
Please Bless Those in pain, and those providing Health Care for those in pain.
Please Bless Erik, Astrid, Sigrid, Maryse Gobel.
Please Bless Those that help each other.
Please Bless All my friends i've ever known.
Please Bless My Facebook Friends.
peace and love.
In Yeshua's Name, Amen.
Do you know why there is anything at all?
It hurts to ponder, i know, yet here it is:
A group of female angels told me this in the hospital from another room, when I pondered it.
Well, you know how an artist wants to see what he painted looks like from a spectator?
God plucked a grape, in reference to the nipple, and wanted to see what himself (Eve) looked like, by tasting it (the idea) from his own perspective.
Thus, Women are the reason why there is anything at all.
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I'm sick to death of identity theft going on in Heaven, as if each one of us are generic. I take blame for every breath I take, and I take blame for being so damn good. I have a brown birthmark on my right butt cheek almost the size of a dime. Please give my glory to my body, and no one else.
I'm NOT BILL.
I'm NOT JOHN.
I'm NOT DERRICK.
I'm NOT ANTHONY.
I'm NOT CODY.
I'm NOT JOEL.
I'm NOT JULIAN.
I'm NOT GEORGE.
I'm NOT BOB.
THOSE ARE THE NAMES MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER TRIES TO USE TO LABEL ME, SO HE CAN LOOK INNOCENT, AT MY BODILY EXPENSE.
YOU MAY ONLY REFER TO ME AS kris, tice...or SILVERMIX.
Dear Yahweh, We must punish and damn the following to Hell for all eternity: PLEASE know the difference between MY PHYSICAL BODY and soul and theirs. These all live in Grapevine, Texas. How can this be allowed or instigated by Bill K. every single day in Heaven? What's literally happening is all of the innocent souls are much like unto Helen Keller, and when one closes their eyes to see Heaven, one cannot tell the difference between one Potatoe Head and the next one, unless it is touchable. If one closes their eyes and imagines the Eiffel Tower, the closest they are actually reaching is the Empire State Building....only a jist. Please stop using my body as the vehicle through which these men are sustained by, and are quite literally trying to use me as their potential, so that one of them can steal my glory for evidence. They will fool you, every time based on "chess board location".
1. JOHN D. (my neighbor). This man has a white moustache and wears glasses. This man owns a dog. I do not. In some voodoo way, his spirit occupied the same space as mine, and for two years he tortured me maliciously by placing a dogshit odor on my pillow every night, until i moved away. I smelled it as I would see his spiritual particle getting it's kicks by doing it on purpose every night. Until he tastes shit before my naked eye, I shall have no mercy on him. He believes he's God, and I prove him otherwise. When I called all the angels out of heaven, they obeyed and because Love is Blindness, all the angels knew not the difference between one masculine and the guy next door, which was me. Thus, He stole credit for my website, and took on the personae of Silvermix, and is quite literally nothing without me. I got the abuse, and He received my glory. This particular Father simply does not exist without you. Everything he consists of contains the word: "If". I often hear him stating, "Kris, i'll give you the money in your bank account IF you go to the Atm for me." He changes the pronouns in his mind to take credit for all of my actions as if they were his own. He lifted my window and spat on the windowsill, leaving fingerprints that are probably still there, and did not receive reprimand. He lives at 472 Caviness Drive, Grapevine, Texas. Yahweh please punish John D. and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven for all eternity. Amen.
2. His Son Derrick whom looks way too much like me with brown hair and brown eyes, did the task every night of moving the dogshit to the outside shed a symbolic reference point to my pillow. His Father likes to assume that we are generic in the invisible Heaven, and thus, uses my aching body as the workhorse, and in order for him to get his way, HE SHIFTS THE CHESS PIECES AROUND SO THAT JOHN IS MY FATHER AND DERRICK IS TAKING CREDIT AS ME. No more identity theft. In the invisible world of thin air, all men are equal, and cannot be identified except through FAMILIARITY. Please discern the difference. Yahweh please punish Derrick D. and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven for all eternity. Amen.
3. BILL K., my biological father has a moustache and glasses, whom piggy backs on my Halo and Spine constantly, as he does to you too, believing he owns me, and I audibly hear him giggle, 300 miles away, when he maliciously odors me metaphysically in the Ghost by placing my brother's stinky sock on my spirit on purpose. AND for the evil gossip he spreads in the Heavens about me. Father PROVE THY WORDS. It's his stink not mine. He often smells like human shit in the Ghost, which is how i can detect him passing through my heartstrings, and wants to be my invisible hat, tells the others in "the ring" He wants odors placed on him, then presumes my role in heaven as if swapping the left bishop and the right bishop as if there is no difference in the human being, then resumes his own place in his mind. It's an old trick. I often visually see his ghost messing with the garbage can, and i hear an audible hallucination of plastic rattling, as I literally smell the odor of the garbage. Bill thinks that he can control me this way. It only makes me rebel more. He is dying to get my money, and he shall not have one red cent. I refuse to take care of him in his old age. He CASTS BLAME on innocent souls. Switches the names around, so that "Tom" is now "Harry", so he can get away with murder on the cross, and you "Helen Keller" do not know the difference. Simply state in the mind, "Bill, you're only a Heroin Junkie." Bill EVICTED ME and my mom from our house, and I had to live homeless on the streets in Austin for 6 months. Wherefore does he require me any longer. Our relationship is over forever. He lives at 467 Caviness Drive, Grapevine, Texas. Yahweh please Damn Bill K. to Hell for all eternity and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven. I need him not as a father in Heaven. He is also legally blind, thus cannot make good judgements in Heaven. Bill is NOT YAHWEH. Yahweh is the sunshine. I have another option for a father. Please know the difference in a Heavenly invisible "musical chairs" scenario. Amen.
4. Please note the difference between me and Anthony G. whom also has brown hair and brown eyes, another one of Bill's tools. Separate Anthony G. from me and my Heaven. Amen.
5. Please note the difference between Joel G. and me. Joel happens to look a lot like me, with brown eyes and black and gray hair. Please Joel do not help my biological father metaphysically, and it is turning into germ warfare upon me night and day. I'm so abused by all these men wanting to take credit for my website, and the glory herein, all for my father's hobby or sport.
Dear Joel, there was simply your misunderstanding on facebook. I hid my private info from the public eye, mom walked me through it, and you thought i BLOCKED YOU, and apparently took it personal, and blocked ME! You're more than welcome to look me up, but I cannot look YOU UP! you see? Jahweh Please Separate Joel G. from me and my Heaven.
6. Please note the difference between me and George from Grapevine. George has blue eyes and a beard and is blindly obeying my Nazi father thinking he's God, when I even proved that Bill doesn't even know a single Bible verse, yet he's still obeying him and spitting on my soul, along with other harrassment in my own home IN THE SPIRIT. At first, I wanted to befriend him. I brought a pizza to his work, and gave him Acid Pro Software for free. I proved the Bible to him in person. He is only competitive in my Halo, and is not mature enough to respect me. I hear spit noises all the time...for no reason. I'll make you famous George...eat shit and die for me. Please separate George from me and my Heaven. Amen.
I shall not spend my eternity with these meat puppet men.
My biological Father, DO NOT USE ME or INNOCENT SOULS or people to cover your lies or to try to manipulate me by placating my emotions.