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Go Up on the Mountain

29 Mar

  
Matthew 17: 1-9…The Transfiguration – “After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus. Peter said to Jesus, ‘Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three shelters – one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.’ While he was still speaking, a bright cloud covered them, and a voice from the cloud said, ‘This is my son, whom I love, with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!’ When the disciples heard this, they fell facedown to the ground, terrified. But, Jesus came and touched them. ‘Get up,’ he said. ‘Don’t be afraid.’ When they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus. As they were coming back down the mountain, Jesus instructed them, ‘Don’t tell anyone what you have seen, until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.’ “

High places hold great spiritual significance. Moses spotted the burning bush high upon God’s mountain, and there he met him. Up high is where God gave Moses his law. Up high is where God showed Moses the land that was promised, but didn’t allow him to go. Jesus in the gospel, often retreats “to the mountains” for reflection and prayer. And as noted in the gospel story above, up high on the mountain is where Jesus took his selected friends to show them who he really was. To show them Moses…Elijah…alive. This always astounds me about Peter. How, after having seen Jesus transform in front of your very eyes, and to see Moses and Elijah standing there chatting up the Lord, could he have possibly had any doubt remaining within him? Yet…he still did. He denied him 3 times at the critical moment. Peter, having seen all that he did, and having been hand appointed by Jesus as the rock of his church, still struggled with faith. Consider that compared with your own situation. You’ve had no such experiences…only the stories in God’s enduring word, and the ever present miracles of life and creation to convince you. Stop beating yourself up for having doubts. But believe, you must. 

Today, I’m going high up on the mountain in real time. The image above was taken by me earlier this morning at about 7,500 ft at my lodging location in Utah. On a snowmobile, I’ll be riding into the wilderness up to about 10,000 ft. I’ve done this before in Colorado and Wyoming. It’s a transforming experience in itself. A friend earlier this morning asked if you feel closer to God up here? Of course. How could you not? When you’re in the wilderness of deep silent snow, magnificent creation unspoiled by human hands, and perhaps a moose or some other wildlife briefly joining you…it’s a spiritual moment of deep connection with the maker. I think because the deep layers of Satan’s delusions are filtered up here. It’s not out of his reach, but not where his destruction is concentrated, because there are no masses of humanity up here…Just creation – life. So our souls get a “strong signal” when we are up high, as our technological human made signals weaken or disappear. No cell service where I’m going today. 

Times like these are some of my favorites in my life. I’ve written extensively on this blog of my time on the mountain with God. I read something the other day that said (paraphrasing)…”God’s path is uphill so it leads us to him, and not downhill to the pit of destruction.” That made sense to me. When I was trudging up Mt. Pisgah I could hardly breathe. It was very difficult for my lungs so badly abused in my young life. That’s life. The right way is so hard to take. Coming back down that day was a joyful breeze. I was giddy. The path in the wrong direction is always made easy for us. This will be hard for me today too…my lungs are not at home at 10,000 feet. They aren’t at home at the 7,500 feet I type this from. My chest is tight. Breathing labored. I normally live pretty much at sea level. In the mass of humanity. My body showing the wear and tear of sin. Nowhere near the glowing face of Christ shown to Peter and the boys. Just a man I am seeking my Savior to serve and know him. God brought me up here for some reason. My wife is being honored, but I’m here too for a purpose. To learn it…I shall go up on the mountain. 

Gary Abernathy

The Donkey, the Cross and the White Horse

27 Mar

Donkey

Sweat beads on the forehead of the Son of Man. The small donkey feels a rush of anxiety as the throngs come into view, but Jesus calms him with a gentle stroke of his side. With just a slight movement of his body forward he instructs the animal to take him to his destiny. Palm Sunday. Outside the gate to the holiest of all cities, Jerusalem, the crowds have gathered to finally get a glimpse of the man they’ve heard so much chatter of. The rock star of his era. The one who raises the dead, heals the blind and sick, and turns the wicked to the pure. Jesus the man feels what all humans would feel at the center of that type of hysteria…butterflies…deep in the pit of his gut. Still he rides forward on this donkey chosen for its symbolism – humility and peace. He comes to them as a servant…though he is a king. The King of Kings.

The early celebration has long since faded away. The people have turned. The politics are thick with conspiracy. Blood…as it always is…stands front and center at attention. The Roman is worked up in a demonic like state as his body shakes with hatred and his hand grasps the rusted spike. His lip quivers and his eyes are glossed over in the unholy stare that all killers get in the midst of their act. He’s euphoric. His mighty arm lifts high in the air and then drives down in a furious rage as the spike crushes into the bones of Christ. His hand shatters. The blood of the perfect lamb splatters the face of the Roman. His tongue licks at it rabidly…and he snorts. 3 days later the tomb is empty. The crowds have left. The Roman screams out from his sleep as his soul senses what he has done. Jesus Christ has risen. The way, the truth and the life. No man shall enter the kingdom except through him.

The people stare up in paralyzing shock. The atmosphere has parted and the portal to Heaven has opened in the sky. A great white horse appears…snorting the fierce judgment of the Lord…and the rider is called, “Faithful and True.” His eyes look to be on fire. The King of Kings has returned to Jerusalem…and a great sword comes from His mouth to strike the nations. The day of the Kingdom has come. Lord of Lords. Peace and justice eternal.

The question is do you believe? My personal urging to you is…find a church this Holy Week. Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday…Easter Sunday. Pray for God to lead you to where and just go. Take a leap of faith.

God Bless You,

Gary Abernathy

Evangelistic Urgency

22 Feb

Evangelism

Anarchy: A state of disorder due to absence or non-recognition of authority. It’s synonyms are nihilism, mobocracy, revolution, insurrection, disorder, chaos, mayhem, tumult, turmoil. In a political sense, it’s defined as “absence of government and absolute freedom of the individual, regarded as political ideal.”

I’ve written much on this blog about order. There is even a fictional short story I wrote titled: “ORDO AB CHAO” – Order out of chaos. The Latin that is written on the American dollar bill. There is an urgency and clamor for chaos, because in all things we are actually seeking – order. I debated in mostly friendly tones with a man on social media recently regarding the current posturing of Russia versus the world. We are both American citizens, but both with completely different takes on the same situation. After much jostling back and forth, I finally coaxed out of him to admit what he was. “If I had to identify with a political movement, I’d probably say I was anarchist. I believe in ideas of home rule, shared decision-making, and voluntary association of individuals.” If you do not know, this is a sentiment that is prevalent in the youth of today. It’s spreading like wildfire. The source of it currently on the surface comes from the disinformation agents of the very nation he was arguing with me was not a threat to us at all – Russia. The Soviets and now the Russians have saturated America for well over half a century with sentiment designed to tear us to shreds from within. But the real source of that is not Russia or any other nation. This is a repeating pattern that began in the Garden. It’s the spin of Lucifer.

Ironically, America is a place of home rule, shared decision-making, and voluntary association of individuals. We are a constitutional republic, a union of individual states, and declared upon our founding that the rights of man are provided by God, not man, and that no man can infringe upon them. The anarchists claim to want that same ideal failing to understand the very nature of the title they give themselves, which is the title of chaos, disorder, mayhem and turmoil. It’s brilliant the way the twisting of man’s deepest need is turned against him. Lucifer is of intelligence far beyond our capabilities and to that due respect must be given. Mankind’s quest is a spiritual one, and it’s the quest leading to the final order. The Kingdom of God or the earthly hell of Satan?

We have an evangelistic urgency in this world. The evangelism of Lucifer is beating us around every corner, while apathy grows fat in God’s hands and feet – the Church. But there has always been a great need for evangelistic urgency since God breathed the spirit into the apostles and sent them on their way. In the worldly hatred of so-called Christians, none other is despised more greatly than the conservative-minded evangelist. They are the ones that dare to speak the living word. They are the ones that take it to their neighbors. They are the ones that will not bend to the whims and changes of each generation. Why are they so hated? It’s not because the people hate the message. It’s because we have failed to live it ourselves. We have failed the command of Jesus to become his likeness on earth. And they hate us for it. The harvest is spoiled and Lucifer is there to pick the rotted fruit and drag it back to his pit to rot for all eternity.

So here we are at this pivotal point in human history…on the cliff of chaos, on the cliff of that desired anarchy. Order hanging in the balance. You hear every world leader talk about the great need for the new structure – the new order. What do we do? Most of us are climbing deep into the giant sea of grace we’ve imagined and are hiding. We are taking shelter behind the shallow promises we made to God like we were buying life insurance. We fill giant halls of worship as if by duty to the bylaws of the insurance plan, but we walk out of them no different from when we first came. The agents of the masterful Lucifer playing us like a fiddle, as his teachers inside those halls go about building up the self…building up the me…filling up souls with selfishness and sending them away sinking in a grace that doesn’t exist for them. Each of us as guilty as the next. Then we dare tell the rest of the world how wrong they are. We should be hated for it and we are.

What is the most revolutionary act a human being can make? Actually allowing the self to die. The holy spirit will not share space with you. It’s either you or God. We are warned just how narrow that path really is and how few will walk it. Does grace exist? Absolutely, but only to those who are true on that path. The pool of grace should be imagined more as small pond we dip in while we are in transformation. It shouldn’t be imagined as the largest sea in the universe, but that’s what we have made it. By making that revolutionary act we are saving the world…we are creating order…as Jesus did for us, we do for His. It isn’t about personal salvation. It never was. If the cross was about one man it would have all ended right there with the death of a prophet. We are saved so that we might save many.

Evangelistic urgency is required. There isn’t a moment to waste. Are you capable of transformation? I swam in that giant sea of grace for the longest time, but I noticed all I was getting from it was pruny skin. I was still so thirsty. I shed tears for the longest time and asked to be shown the way. I’ve been in a very painful transformation ever since. Dying isn’t easy, y’all. The remains of me are still fighting making it so much harder than it needs to be. Maybe some others go easier…but for me…it hurts a great deal giving up this world. It was buried into my core and ripping it out is at gut-wrenching as ripping anything from the body. But God answered my prayer and did show me the way. I’m listening…I’m biting bullets while he rips me apart to fill me back up. I want to be an evangelist of the living word. I want to be what I’m called to be. I want to make my Father pleased. Most of all…I want to learn. I want to learn everything. But I can’t until I’m complete.

So that’s my sales pitch to you to save the world. How does it sound? I don’t offer you personal joy, glory, riches, peace or anything of the sort. I offer you deep, agonizing pain and a lot of tears. Join me?

Gary Abernathy

The Rise of Antichrist

2 Feb

Tree

Control is defined as such: “To direct the behavior of (a person or animal). To cause a (person or animal) to do what you want. To have power over (something).” The entire world revolves around one thing, and that is – control. The act of controlling comes in nearly infinite forms…it comes from government and laws, it comes from religion, it comes from philosophy and ideology…it even comes from the people we share our own small worlds with intimately.

During any and all moments, something is wrestling for control over the individual (us). Anything whatsoever that attempts to use that control to guide us away from the truth (Christ), is effectively and certainly the spirit of antichrist. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. Nobody comes to the Father except through me.” That statement is our freedom from control. It leaves no room for other paths, it leaves no doubt to Christ’s importance, and it provides us the single purpose of our mortal lives – Get to the Father via the path of His son. God gives us free will to accept that or to attempt to debunk it. It’s not a controlling statement, but instead a given fact, and we are to decide if that fact is true or false. That sentence from Jesus is where every believer should constantly exist and all things measured against. Whatever it is, if it doesn’t measure up to the truth, then it is attempting to take you somewhere else…away from God.

The world and the spirit that resides in it are in a constant state of redirecting souls away from their purpose. In modern times that spirit is divided into 2 parts, one left and one right. That is the first law of control – to divide. Once divided, then comes conquer of course, and that is the stage the world (again) is currently under. The rise of antichrist. At the time of writing this, there is a great separation now taking place among the divided. A new group is being created that is singular and final in its intent. This is taking place in governments, cultures, sciences, and religions. Each have been infiltrated by the antichrist spirit, and each are being guided to the attempt of a ‘new world’ free of God and under its own “control.” Most do not see or believe this, but that doesn’t make it any less true. 1 John, 4:3 says, “And every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is the spirit of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world.” That spirit is an entity that does not rest, respects no laws, shows no dignity, and will use any and all matters of deceit to attain its goals. It is right there in plain sight for the believer to see, unless he is dabbling within it, and we were amply warned that a great many will and would.

The greatest enemy of the believer is laziness against the spirit of antichrist. Laziness to check what you’re being fed. From my own observations on social media, I see the sources of what many believers share in agreement, and having already checked those sources, know them to be of soured fruit. These same people will break down the contents of a simple orange or apple to its last biological cell, but won’t even notice that the Huffington Post is the very last place you want to get your spiritual shaping from. Unless it was spoken by Christ, the truth, we need to scrutinize each and every thing against His words and intents for us.

The immediate future for the body of Christ is getting very dark across the planet. The great separation is underway and now is the time for preparation. We will be forced under great distress to choose. Control will not be merciful with us. “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” Are you living safely within the eternal promise of Jesus Christ?

Gary Abernathy

A Message from God to the Faithful

7 Oct

hope

On this night of October 7th, 2014…

Proverbs 24:20 – For the evil man has no future; the lamp of the wicked will be put out.

Proverbs 24:14 – Know that wisdom is such to your soul; if you find it, there will be a future, and your hope will not be cut off.

Jeremiah 29:11 – For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and hope.

1 Corinthians 15:19 – If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.

2 Corinthians 4:16-18 – So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Romans 5: 2-5 – Through him we have also attained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

Romans 12:12 – Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

John 4: 13-14 – Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

God’s Word for God’s People. Believe it, and Live.

 

 

Empire of Dirt

17 Mar

Empire of Dirt

A few weeks ago someone who I thought the world of succumbed to darkness and took his own life. The aftermath of this act has left a wide, dark hole in place of the near saintly existence that once stood in the same place. Naturally, this leaves only the question of “why?” In my case, I knew him for about 4 years. I worked as a freelance writer for him and enjoyed the experience immensely. We had a professional relationship, but given the subject matter we were writing it led to great conversation back and forth making sure we got it right. I don’t know how he felt, especially now, but I respected him about as much as anyone I have ever come in contact with. His opinion mattered to me.

This was not a man anyone could have guessed this was coming. Far from it. He was the polar opposite of any type of suicide watch stereotype one could fathom up. In short, he was the very ideal of a man any parent would be proud to give his daughter away to. Left behind is a beautiful young widow and three precious young children. Any logical explanation will not be forthcoming to why this occurred. The only thing that came before his devotion to his family and work was his seemingly unshakeable faith in his savior, Jesus Christ. Trust me when I say that I am not blowing smoke up your backside…this guy was cream of the crop. Just a few months ago during a Facebook exchange with him, he jokingly asked if  he could “borrow my cape?” To me, that was a mind-blowing remark. My faults and shortcomings are pretty much out there for the world to absorb. There will be no sainthood for me. I’m ok with that because I live my life in that way. Thanks be to God that by His Son my sins are washed clean and I humbly accept the gift of salvation provided me. That said, it was he who wore the cape. Superman if there ever were one. Even though joking, he meant it when he said that to me and at the time I took it as one of the many nice things he said to me over the years. I now look back at it in a different light. One of the very few clues left to scour over as to what was lurking in his mind and heart that he kept so well tucked away. In that moment, I immediately thought of a favorite song of mine by the musical artist Bobby Bare Jr. I made a quick YouTube vid for him and posted it on his wall to his great appreciation. This is that song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn_8MTyah8I

During the years we worked together I saved all the emails we exchanged because I never knew when I would need to go back to them for something I may have missed. I never thought in a million years what I was missing was an inner darkness embedded so deep it would wind up in a tragedy such as this. I spent about six hours researching those old emails. It was like having a conversation with him all over again. There were great quips such as this one in reference to an article I was writing about balancing work and family in which he stated, “I have my Blackberry and 5 month old son in a Baby Bjorn carrying him, so I literally am balancing work and family.” Or just his sense of humor when he told me “actually, I cashed your paycheck and am spending the day at the Hard Rock Hotel” There were slightly insightful jokes such as this regarding a quiz I wrote for the website to determine if you are a romantic husband that read…”Accepted! Thanks for making me feel like a bum!”

I am not a guy used to a great deal of praise, but he showered me in it on a regular basis, and I have to admit, I liked that a lot. I am a highly self-critical person so it was nice to get validation from a person I held in such high regard. He would say things to me like “Gary, this is one of my favorites. You have outdone yourself.” “Loved, loved, loved it!!!” “Accepted with a smile on my face. Thank you!” “Man, you are getting better and better. Another outstanding one. Thank you!” “Thanks for being a great content guru.” It goes on and on. Even now it makes me bask in the glow of how nice it felt to read. I do not in any way post these as boastful, but merely to show the type of person he was. My personal favorite was a comment after approving one of the last things I wrote for him just weeks before he died where I had boldly stated that he was not allowed to edit out a reference I made to the Warner Brothers character Marvin the Martian. “Accepted! And yes, I left Marvin the Martian in!” Normally, he did not like me taking liberties like that because it was serious business, and over the years he edited out all kinds of things I would slip in. It meant a lot to me that he allowed me that.

However, inside all of the positive exchanges and laughs we shared, I found an email from 2010 that I remember well, but once again, no warning went off on my radar screen. He had sent me the video to the Johnny Cash cover of the song “Hurt” and the words read “thinking about running this along with your 10 ways to overcome a hurtful past. What do you think?” First of all, it wasn’t very often he asked me what I thought about what the content should be. That was his job and he was the best at it. I wrote what he wanted me to write. Looking back now at that moment and absorbing the lyrics to this song, I personally feel like this is the closest thing to an explanation we are ever going to get as to why he did what he did. His only words left were that he was in a dark place. If this song meant so much to him that he ran it on a site that he was almost exclusively adamant be positive and geared towards the typical male mindset, I have to believe that he related his own soul into this song. He once told me that I needed to “make all my words count, because men tend not to like to read very much.” Well if they don’t like to read very much, then they sure don’t like to come to a website for fatherly or manly advice and have this big matza ball of doom there waiting for them. It meant something deep to him. Judge for yourself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIbepKZC7Po

If you listened to the song, obviously you know where I get the title of this piece from. Yet, in this case, the standout line to me is the very last lyric. “If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.” I guess none of us knew who Bryan really was, and it hurt him so badly not to be able to reveal that in the life he had built, that it led to this. That is my best theory. Theory only though it be.

I do know with certainty that he was a good soul. Outside of this final act that left stained black his legacy, there is nothing but love and joy left on every person he encountered. A special, special individual.

The last assignment I was ever given by him was one week before his death. He asked me to write in 500 words (men tend not to like to read very much) what I learned from the death of my father. When I told him that my dad was still very much alive and well, but that my mom had died early at 60, he asked me instead to transfer those feelings into a fictional piece about my dad, and that he needed it in “like a week.” I sent it to him the morning of the day I found out what happened exactly one week later. He never got to read it.

While I sat through his memorial service, hearing the glowing testimonies from friends and family, watching the video of his life, I watched his wife and children. His wife was stoic and surely still in shock. She was the picture of bravery in the face of overwhelming agony. Here is a woman one day living the dream so many girls dream they will be living when they grow up, and like a thunderbolt from the depths is suddenly at the funeral of her 37-year-old husband…and not even able to grasp on to a car crash or a sudden heart attack to blame. Nothing to scream at but the ghost of the man she loved so dearly. It must be unbearable. My heart ached for her then and does now, and tears strolled down my cheek then and do now as I type it. I know the pain this has left in me, and I was just a work partner for a few years with him. I simply can’t imagine how she  must feel. So, I will share the last part of what I wrote for him in the 500 word piece about the fictional death of my dad that was really about my mom. I laughed when he gave me that assignment, because my mom was a depressed alcoholic that to say the least left a ‘dynamic’ on me that is layers upon layers deep in my soul, and to put those emotions in 500 words was a joke. Did I mention that she and him had the same birthday? August 18th. Fun fact huh? I say that with biting sarcasm towards the sick twists life will give a person. Nonetheless, as I always tried to do for him, I wanted to end the piece on a positive note with take home value. I skimmed over the details and concentrated on the learning part. The take home value from her death is exactly the same as it should be with his.

“None of us every truly die. We leave behind so much still living inside our children and those we shared life with. As a dad that is still able to shape what those things will be, I take that responsibility as my most sacred duty.”

I waited all morning with excitement to hear what Bryan had to say about the piece I wrote. Then, I got a call. These last few weeks have been hard for a person like me who feels very deeply. I’m angry and sad and all the things one would expect in this situation. The other night the emotions came out strongly while sitting on our porch with my wife of 16 years. I cried, I yelled at God, I at one point attempted to throw our outdoor couch into the pool, but afterwards my wife said I filled up with love. I swore to her with tears coming down my face that I would never do this to her. I would never make her hurt like that and I would never make my daughters hurt like that. I mean what I wrote in the last sentence I ever sent to him. I take the responsiblity as my most sacred duty. I thought Bryan and I shared that feeling. God, forgive him for us please. We all loved him and despite the pain that lived inside of him, he gave us all back ten times more love than he got. He was a good man. A good soul. Relieve us of this pain and help us gain back the memories of his big smile and warm heart. Make him whole once again. Make us whole once again. Your faithful servant.

Gary Wayne Abernathy

The Options of Iran

6 Mar

Imagine you are “Supreme LeaderAli Khamenei and “President” Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran last night listening to Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu of Israel speak at AIPAC on March 5th, 2012.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ufkFEU2kjw

The Prime Minister made it perfectly clear that Israel is going to take out the Iranian nuclear program at any cost. It was an extremely powerful speech, as well as extremely courageous. Netanyahu displayed character and conviction rarely found in world leaders today. Certainly not from our own President. It is quite certain that the leaders of Iran understand he meant exactly what he said. When the speech was over, let us imagine what happened next in the deepest depths of the Iranian regime.

Along with the Ayatollah and the President, Iran’s leadership also includes a council of mullahs to provide so-called wisdom to the Supreme Leader. The final say however belongs solely to Ayatollah Khamenei. For a little quick background, you have to be aware of the 12th Imam and how he figures into this equation if we are to imagine this scenario to something close to reality. In the sect of Islam followed by the leaders of Iran, the 12th Imam is their version of the coming messiah. They believe he is here already and waiting to emerge in public to take his rightful place as ruler of the earth, with Jesus Christ beside him as 2nd in command mind you. Yes, I said Jesus as second in command. Jesus will tell us that we all had it wrong and that we are to follow this leader. But before this can happen, and I’m not kidding, war and ruin has to be brought to the earth. The state of Israel, and specifically all Jews, as well as the United States must first be destroyed. This is what they truly believe. But wait…that’s not all. Ayatollah Khamenei claims to be in regular contact with the 12th Imam, and that it is the Mahdi that is truly in charge of Iran now.

http://answersforthefaith.com/2010/07/12/irans-ayatollah-khamenei-telling-advisors-the-hidden-imam-will-be-coming-while-hes-still-leader/

That might all sound nuttier than a fruitcake to you, as it does me, but this is exactly what we are dealing with when discussing Iran. All of that anti-war propaganda you see all over YouTube and the entire internet NEVER mentions this fact. The propaganda paints Israel as an aggressive evil state that is ruled by Satan, and that the real Jews never belonged in Jerusalem. The propaganda tells you this and that about Israel, and says that poor little Iran has never done anything to anyone and only wants to live in peace with its neighbors. It is ridiculous, but it is the message being spread heavily, and being lapped up like little poodles by the left and casual observers. Popular internet radio show host Alex Jones, his frequent guests, Presidential candidate Ron Paul, the Russian state controlled internet news outlet Russia Today, and many other sources are quite busy spreading this lie about Israel. Never once do they mention this business about the 12th Imam and how it influences every single aspect of the world condition. KInd of important guys if you want your other valid concerns to be taken seriously.

So now that we know the mindset on the inside of the great room of mullahs, let’s continue. Netanyahu concludes and the Ayatollah spins around with fire in his eyes. He looks over at Ahmadinejad with just a hint of disgust (the Ayatollah and the President have a strained relationship at best) and demands a current status on the race to build nuclear weapons. The President responds that all key installations have been fortified deep underground, key scientists are under heavy guard with multiple body doubles to throw off would-be assassins, and that within months there will be enough enriched uranium to create a handful of nuclear bombs. More than enough to destroy the tiny nation of Israel. He also gives the Ayatollah an update on talks with North Korea on how to smuggle North Korean nuclear weapons into Iran without detection to speed up the process. He states that as of yet, it has been impossible, but the Egyptians are open to discussing the matter.

The Ayatollah then turns to the council of wise mullahs. “Ok, give me your thoughts. The Israeli’s are going to hit us before we are ready. What are our options?” The council, not all in the same mindset on the Mahdi as their Supreme Leader, think carefully. The first Ayatollah who came to power in 1979 specifically warned AGAINST this 12th Imam nonsense ever entering the leadership council, and they remember his words well. In fact, it was forbidden to even discuss it. One of the mullahs thinks to himself silently, “how did this nutcase ever get us in this position? We are surely doomed.” His face however remains like stone as he thinks his thoughts of treason. Another of the mullahs, more diplomatic minded and rational than the others, speaks up and says “it is my humble thought, that we should seriously consider allowing UN inspectors into the deeper aspects of our program. Dear leader, the Israeli’s are serious and may hit us at any moment. If we allow the UN into at least some real parts of our program, it will buy us international favor and time.” Much like in a James Bond movie, right after he speaks his words, the floor opens up beneath him and down he falls into a tank of sharks. As mumbled screams shortly fill the room, the Ayatollah shouts, “There will be NO weakness displayed in the name of the Mahdi!” —ok…I’m just having a little fun on that image, but I can see it happening —

Eventually, the mullahs come up with a list of options for the Ayatollah to consider and take to the Mahdi for approval. “Wherever he goes to talk to this Mahdi” the one mullah again thinks silently.

1. Immediately announce that Iran is open to further UN inspections and more access to the program. The Iraqi-perfected stall tactic that was used for nearly 2 decades and has worked for Iran nearly as long now. These little tokens of what amounts to nothing, seem to appease world leaders that do not want any part of war enough to always buy another few months. It also gives world media outlets a headline to chew on and spin.

2. Realize that Israel will no longer be tolerating the stall tactics, and immediately put all nuclear installations on the highest red alert status. Rush to completion all efforts to fortify the structures and to deeply hide the uranium ready for use.

3. Contact North Korea and proceed with the high-risk plan to acquire nuclear weapons at whatever cost they demand.

4. Alert the Republican Guard to be ready at a moment’s notice to proceed with the plan to shut down the Strait of Hormuz. If enacted, this plan will automatically draw the American’s into the war, and if there is going to be war, it might as well be the final one.

5. Strike first. Release terror cells in place all over the world. Israel, America, France, Germany, Britain, Saudi Arabia and other strategic locations. Perhaps even Moscow to blame on the west to draw Russia into the war as well. Follow this action by an attack on an American warship in the Persian Gulf and suicide attacks on military bases in Afghanistan. The American President will be slow to react and reluctant in his actions, and the confusion will sink what is left of the fragile American economy. Israel will immediately respond with a massive attack, and we will counter it with equally massive ballistic missile attacks on all the major cities of Israel. Meanwhile, flood all information with rumors that the CIA is behind the terror attacks and that it is a false flag to give reason to attack a helpless nation of Iran. The Americans will be in total confusion, financial chaos and in free fall. It is possible, Mahdi willing, in this scenario that we will come out victorious. We can destroy most of Israel with conventional weapons already, and if we can secure the North Korean weapons, we most certainly can. America will collapse like a deck of cards, and most likely will hit Tehran and our cities with nukes. We have prepared for this outcome and our nation is large and able to absorb the blow, and after the Mahdi will heal and restore our land to full glory.

The Ayatollah closes his eyes and falls into deep thought as he draws the Mahdi close to his heart. “What is the way forward?” “What shall you have us do for you great one?” The answer will come in the days to follow.

(The morning after Netanyahu’s speech, the first report I heard on the morning news was “Iran may be ready for peace. The regime has stated it may be willing to allow UN inspectors into new parts of its nuclear program they claim is for peaceful purposes only.” The female anchor responded to this with the words, “that is great news.”) Option 1 already in motion.

Gary Abernathy

Merry Christmas

16 Dec

To start things off, I would like to point out that the title, Merry Christmas, took 45 minutes of thought to come up with. That shows you my emotional state going into writing this piece:-) It was going to be “With a Song In My Heart – Merry Christmas,” but I deemed that too complicated and long. So instead, I am allowing the wonderful photograph to wish that sentiment your way, and just saying simply to you all, Merry Christmas.

I come into this Christmas in a strange place. I wonder and imagine a lot of us feel that way. As a nation we are collectively confused out of our minds. It has become so bad that we actually are having a national debate/fight over whether or not a young man playing sports should prominently display his faith in Christ. Really? That is what we should be so worked up over? Tim Tebow has managed to bring into clear focus the seething hate that resides among many towards the Savior that was born that wondrous day. Nationally syndicated talk-show host Bill Press went so far as to tell Mr. Tebow on air to “S-T-F-U about your Lord and Savior.” For those not aware what that means…”Shut the F$CK up about Jesus.” Once again…really? Bill Press, a man who made a ton of cash writing the best-seller “Toxic Talk” that scorns conservatives for poisoning the airwaves, comes out and says something like that? To a young man he does not know and is the absolute prototype of the type of person we dream our children to become? I don’t know Bill Press, so I’m not going to claim I know his motivations, but I found his actions repugnant. Not because I support Tim Tebow (which I do), but because there are SO many other things going on in this country right now that deserve that type of scornful hate. The entire political body of Washington, DC to start with. But instead, it is all getting zeroed in on Tim Tebow. This displays our physical health as a nation right now, and if a doctor was giving us a diagnosis, I am fairly certain we would be drafting our last will and testament.

I care about my country very deeply. I have traveled and have friends all over this great piece of earth, and I love it as much as I love myself. God created it and He created me, so it is a natural pairing. So this year I enter the Christmas season tainted somewhat with depression over where I see us headed. It is a qualified depression, because I am immensely aware of the larger picture that the birth of Jesus Christ brought to earth. I am going to be just fine. This much my God has promised me, and the blood of His Son has washed me clean and given me new life that shall be eternal. So does that reality allow me not to feel the responsiblity towards my fellow humans to safeguard and protect this country? No, it does not. Instead, it requires me to stand up and be accounted for. It requires me to speak up and speak out. The Kingdom of the Lord is coming sooner or later, but right now we are busy building that Kingdom, and the plight of Tim Tebow is a good marker as to where that construction stands. Given the hoopla, I feel we are closer than we know. If it happens right this instant it won’t be soon enough for me. But, we will not know until that time and we are to stay focused on building. Tim Tebow is lifting some mighty pillars and God bless him. Bill Press…I’m sorry bud, but the path you are going down isn’t going to turn out well for you son. The good news is that to see the light can happen at any moment to a man. My prayer for you is that you do indeed see that light. That choice is entirely yours and very much your business.

Then there is Christmas itself. My goodness…Christmas in America. It means so many things, most of them borderline insane, that any person of depth deeper than the kiddie pool is automatically left feeling at the least, melancholy. That said, Christmas is the centerpiece of American culture. It is vital to us as a nation in several ways of secular importance, and let’s face it, Christmas in America is generally a secular holiday now. That doesn’t bother me the same as it does many Christians. Yes, we are celebrating the birth of Jesus, but if you are already saved, you do that every other day of the year too. This day is just a set-aside day to acknowledge it, and at one time was even outlawed in portions of the country as being demonic. Christmas is not the untouchable behemoth it is made out to be. Jesus isn’t going anywhere and neither is the happening and meaning of His birth. Do you know why atheists and those of that ilk get so upset this time of year? For the same reason they get so upset with Tim Tebow. Because it represents Christ in a big and glorious way. A big shining beacon saying “come here and you will find truth.” “Come here and you will find peace.” That is why they hate and why they attempt to destroy. Have faith in your God. He is in control and their measures are merely a contrast to measure your own faith against. Are you strong enough to stand up for Tim Tebow? Are you strong enough to stand up and proclaim to all who know you that the birth of Jesus Christ brought salvation to this earth for all who ask? When people like Bill Press do the things they do, those actions give you the opportunity to do just that. If you shrink into the background and slink away, that should tell you something about your own faith. That is not for me to judge but for you to consider. As for me, I stand up for Christ until the day He brings me to Him. That will be a shameful humble moment for me. I shudder at the thought of standing before Him knowing the man I have been, and the sins I still have left to commit. But that fear will not keep me from Him. I trust Him. He told me he would wash me clean and I believe with my whole heart. That is what Christmas signifies and nothing else. Salvation from our own wretched selves. Thanks be to God.

So this Christmas in America in 2011, let a song enter your heart. The joyous music of the birth of the light of this world. Let joy flood you until you are drowning in it. Yet, be mournful and respectful of what we are doing with His creation. Be mournful of your own sinful nature and pray for continued growth at the same rate as the growth of the Kingdom. I feel that growth inside me. I hope you do as well. Our good deeds and our bad deeds do not save or doom us. The solution to that question was provided by the birth of Jesus to the Virgin Mary. Our deeds, both good and bad, are merely carefully designed puzzle pieces of His plan. None of us better than the other. Tim Tebow no better than Bill Press. Gary Abernathy no better than you. We are only separated by how we respond to the given solution. Otherwise, we are all equal sinners in the eyes of the Lord. So I say again…let that song enter your heart. It is truly the only thing that matters in the end. Merry Christmas.

OrDEr oUT oF ChAos

6 Oct

The chill in the air ran through his arthritic hands with a burn the way it feels when medicine from a medical iv shoots into your veins. Autumn was always his favorite time of year but he never understood why. Autumn was about the death of things. Wouldn’t it make more logical sense to crave Spring? Yet, there was a great beauty and truth about Autumn as life bowed out gracefully so that new life may soon come to replace it. “Ironic,” he said out loud in his empty cell. Today was the day so they had told him. Of course, they told him that last month as well, and the month before that too. “Are you people going to murder me or not?,” he yelled out, but no reply came nor did it ever. How long had he been in this Godforsaken cell? 6 months? 1 year? By this point he knew but one thing, and that was if they were going to do it, the sooner the better. Waiting around to die was far worse than the actual act. If they would just release him he would be free for all eternity. He was pretty sure that is why they kept torturing him with the delay. They knew the truth. So did he.

He lay back down on the concrete slab, furnished with all the comforts…of Hell. No pillow, no mattress, no blanket…just cold damp concrete. When the pain would get to him, and by this point, the pain was always there, he would think of Jesus and his 40 days in the wilderness. “This is easy,” he would tell himself. Jesus had to endure 40 days and nights of horrid temptation by that wicked serpent, that terrible evil beast, Satan. Not only did he have to endure it, but he had to remain 100% unblemished doing so. He could not fall for one trick nor make one simple mistake. If he failed, all of mankind would fail along with him. He imagined the cave Jesus was in was not that much different from the cell he currently called home. He thanked God for the opportunity to maybe feel just a little bit of what Jesus must have felt like then. The difference was he was allowed to make his mistakes, he was allowed to fall for temptation after temptation because of what Jesus had done. He surely took advantage of it too. He winced as he thought back at his life and the sins he committed so willingly. The outright smug disobedience he displayed towards his Father. Through it all though God continued to love him just as he promised to do. With the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, and his resurrection and conquering of death itself, he knew that today he would stand in the presence of his Savior. The thought scared him and he began to sob. Sobbing like a frightened child, which is exactly what he was. He would feel so ashamed to stand before Jesus. So unworthy. He was unworthy and a sinner a million times over. But Jesus said he would wash him clean and accept him into his house. What a miracle that was to him when he first realized the truth in that promise and its reality. What a miracle it was today. “Thank you God, thank you Jesus. If today you wish for me to join you, then please accept me with all my wretched baggage.” I humbly bow in your presence.

Drying his tears, his mind began to drift back to before all of this. When he wasn’t thinking about Jesus, he was thinking about his wife and family. His beautiful two daughters that he loved so much he could barely stand to even allow the thought of them to enter his mind now. His wife who loved him so loyally, so completely, that he struggled hard to believe in it. Why would somebody love me that much? It was the same type of confusion he felt when he would consider how God could possibly love him. She was his greatest blessing and he knew it the day he met her. He never doubted it not for even a second. She was meant for him and he thanked God for it constantly, as if God would take her away if he didn’t. So much had been stripped from him in his life it was almost impossible to believe in something permanent. But she made him feel like maybe, just maybe there were things meant to last forever.

He didn’t know what happened to them. No idea, and it drove him almost to the brink of complete insanity. If he allowed himself to think about it for too long, he might not ever come back from it. The last time he saw their faces was the day the Chinese troops called out his name, as he huddled with the other souls inside that tiny Church that had sheltered them after they had to abandon their home. The soldier, educated in the United States by the American Taxpayer, but now wearing the uniform of the International Union, barked his name out in clear English. Ten other names were called out that day too, and all of them were cuffed, gagged, blindfolded and placed inside the armored wagon out front. The moment the blindfold was put over his eyes was the last moment he ever saw his wife and children. He prayed over and over that God was watching out for them and that they would not succumb to the fear. That they would remain strong until Jesus would call them home too. The only thing that kept him alive with hope was the promise that he would see them again soon and it would be for all eternity.

“ORDO AB CHAO,” or in simple English, order out of chaos. The motto of these scum that dates back centuries. He had fought it, and he tried everything in his limited power along with many others to delay it, with full knowledge that it was destined to happen eventually. From a personal standpoint he felt honored to be alive in these days, as if God had blessed the people of this age to be witness to the hands of God at work. However, he never wanted this for his children. He wanted them to grow up and have the same chances the children before them did. To live a life of free will leading to either success or failure based solely on their own actions. That was not their destiny as it turned out, nor was it his. When the riots were happening and things were spinning out of control, he considered taking them underground. He knew people. What kind of life is that though? Living underground, out of sight and in constant fear of being found? That is the life of the wicked, not for the body of Christ. He decided he would not run and he would continue to fight as long as he could to try to bring reason back to his world. To stand for his Savior just as his Savior stood for him. God’s will to be done.

The day of the EMP was the tipping point. In the dead of Winter, with one missile fired from the Gulf of Mexico off a freighter flying the flag of the Royal Navy, the United States of America was instantly transformed into Hell on earth. The mercenaries who performed the act were made rich beyond their wildest dreams. They were heroes inside “the Order.” A crew of 3 Somalians, 1 Egyptian and 1 North Korean brought down the United States. The nuclear tipped missile burst high in the atmosphere above Kansas City and within seconds everything in America that depended on a power source was rendered useless. Needless to say, that included almost everything Americans depended on to survive. The warnings of such an event had been stated in the halls of Congress and the Pentagon relentlessly by those who knew the day was coming. They were largely ignored. Ignored in the case of the general public that is. The entire leadership of the US government and the key elements of society had long since planned for this day. They were safe underground in bunkers built all over the country, stocked to the hilt and able to outlast almost any length of time necessary until it was safe to surface. “The underground is for the wicked,” he said again to himself. Within 6 months, millions of American citizens had died of starvation, the cold, disease and murder. Most people in the cities struck out into the countryside looking to escape the roaming gangs and terrifying violence that quickly engulfed their lives. Most of them died whether they stayed or they left. Americans were not equipped to deal with this level of emergency. They couldn’t even withstand 3 painful days during Hurricane Katrina back in the early part of the century. Then came the invaders. The seemingly endless invaders from the sky. Mostly Chinese, but North Korean, German and a mix of Middle Eastern soldiers as well. They just kept coming as if it were the 1800’s all over again and the white European was invading the native American lands of the American West. The US military, split off in separate factions as the government went underground, had been neutered by cyber attacks and nuclear attacks all over the globe, and were unable to effectively offer a defense. They fought, and were still fighting, but it was a losing battle. The enemy was too strong and the Americans too infested from within to withstand the onslaught.

Hundreds of thousands of foreign troops covered the landscape of America occupying every major city, port and strategic point. American citizens, armed to the teeth, put up a decent resistance for some time. But as the winter dragged on, supplies ran out, and the deaths mounted, they were all but finished off. Small pockets still roamed about, but they were merely an annoying aspect of the day-to-day by now for the troops of the International Order. Thanks to the age of social media, each American citizen had a nice tidy digital profile ready for the International Order. With these profiles they were easily able to separate into categories the remaining American citizens as it pertained to their new fate. Some would readily go along with the new order, some would resist it and need to be re-educated, and some needed to simply be killed. His name was on the red list. The red list was not where you wanted your name to be if you wished to live. He was captured that day at the small church his family had found brief sanctuary.

They had offered him re-education stating his talent to sway opinion and influence. They felt he could be useful as a mole. He’d been down this road before and said no the first time, and he said no again. He worked for only one, and that was the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings. So in prison he sat, most of the time completely alone. They would subject him to various torture methods and would break him hundreds of times, but he would never give up his allegiance to the God he served. The German guard, who was the only human being he would ever see more times than not, had grown to show just the slightest bit of sympathy towards him. He had come to the cell in the middle of the night one time. He had thought he was going to be drug back to that room again. That room that caused him almost constant nightmares now. But to his complete shock, the guard wanted to know all about this Jesus that he kept hanging on to and invoking his name. “Why do you allow this to be done to you all for some pretend God? What do you know?” The man sat there that night staring at the German soldier, looking at his forehead where the chip had been implanted. The chip that allowed him to live in society and all the aspects of that. The chip, that without, you had no chance of survival for long unless it was the will of God. The chip that came free of charge, but with one little demand. Total allegiance to the new order and a rebuking of God. “I take this time of affliction as but a small price to pay for the eternal salvation waiting for me as soon as you kill me.” “I only wish that you had answered God when he was knocking at your own door. I wish I could call you brother.” The German soldier took the butt of his sidearm and cracked it into the side of the man’s head. Shouting some obscenities in German, he stormed out of the cell leaving the man with blood trickling down his cheek and down his chest. He slept that night with a smile on his face for the first and only time he would spend in that cell.

He was startled by the voice of the German soldier out of his thoughts. “Get up!” the soldier shouted. Opening the cell, the German yanked the man harshly into the hallway. “Time for you to die Jew loving pig!” A deep sense of calm and relief came over the man as he walked down the hallway without resistance. The soldier was stone faced as the door opened into the courtyard and the guillotine came into sight. Today was execution day at the prison. He had heard the pleas and screams from his cell on previous days. He knew what was out there. Today he was staring at it. There were many more there waiting for death than he anticipated. The line stretched around the courtyard and out into another building. Men, women and children all refusing to give up their soul in exchange for this world they knew was not going to be long to last. As he stepped up to the platform and looked up at the bright glare beaming off of the blade, he asked for the German soldier to be witness. “Order out of chaos was your plan and you have achieved it.” He smiled earnestly at the solider and looked deeply into his eyes. “That night, you asked me what did I know. The answer is, order out of chaos was never YOUR plan. It was God’s plan and always was. There will indeed come order from this chaos, but it will not be you that is here to live in its glory. The Kingdom of God awaits on earth and Jesus of Nazareth will sit on its throne. Your mark has sealed your fate. Now be witness, as your blade is about to seal mine.” The blade came down with furious intensity and another saint ascended to Heaven to await the coming day of the Lord. ORDO AB CHAO. Order out of chaos will come.

“I saw Heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems; and he has a name inscribed which no one knows but himself. He is clad in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of Heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, followed him on white horses. From his mouth issues a sharp sword with which to smite the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron; he will tread the wine-press of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name inscribed, King of Kings and Lord of Lords.” (Rev. 19: 11-16)

Gary Wayne Abernathy

Red Alert for October 10th, 2011

4 Oct

I am not going to beat around the bush with this…not going to be diplomatic…and I am not going to be intimidated into NOT writing it. To be completely honest, I’m scared to death to write what I’m going to say, because the people behind this thing are scary as hell. Hell in a literal sense, as I’ll explain why a bit later. But I love this country and I love the people who make it up, whether they agree with me, hate me, love me, whatever the case may be. So that said, here is some vital information that you quickly need to be aware of, because the media is not going to tell you about it, unless it happens, and then it will be too late.

We face a clear and present threat to the American economy on October 10th, 2011 in the most critical ways. There is a group called Anonymous. They are the group that started the Wall Street Protests and supposedly consist of a large group of computer hackers, service workers, and blue-collar people from all over this nation. They see themselves as the revolution against “the machine” and their stated goal is to bring it down. I personally feel that they are anything BUT anonymous, and are in reality a front group for the radical left to do exactly what the establishment left-wing WANTS done but can’t do it on their own without destroying credibility. So they have created this so-called group called Anonymous. You should take them deadly seriously.

This group has issued a public warning that October 10th, 2011 is going to “be a day that will never, ever be forgotten.” They have made this threat via their usual way, a voice scrambled video placed on YouTube. It claims to be a response to the action the NYPD took over the weekend in arresting over 700 protestors. The Department of Homeland Security, who continually subject American citizens to insane levels of humiliation and abuse in the name of “protecting us,” have made zero mention of this real threat to America in just a few days. They will NOT mention either. It is my opinion that there is not a single level of our government that can be trusted at this time. We are so full of foxes inside the hen-house that it is almost a hopeless situation. 9/11 came completely without warning to the American public, and this day could go just the same. I pray that it will not. I would AT LEAST like my readers to have an advance knowledge of what may be about to happen. I could go into greater detail about this group, their ties to billionaire George Soros, the media compliance to now paint the Wall Street protestors as some sort of liberal Tea Party, and the ties to this event all the way up to the desk of Barack Obama. I don’t have time, and once again, I’m worried about doing it. I do not have anything against the people of Anonymous, but I do feel they are being used by the very machine they are attempting to bring down, in order to get what the machine wants most of all…a new world order…Hell on earth. If they are reading this, and due to tagging, I’m sure they will, I hope you will reconsider your actions and game plan and think of the millions of innocent people to be effected. I don’t believe you will, because at the heart of your effort, one thing stands out to me that frightens me to my core. Your motto. We are legion. For my readers, on every posting by Anonymous, and you can go to YouTube and do a search and find many examples, they always state the following tag: “We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget.” Might I provide to you the source from which the name legion has been grabbed…

NIV New Testament: Luke Chapter 8, Verses 27-31

When Jesus stepped ashore, he was met by a demon-possessed man from the town. For a long time this man had not worn clothes or lived in a house, but had lived in the tombs. When he saw Jesus, he cried out and fell to his feet, shouting at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, don’t torture me!” For Jesus had commanded the evil spirit to come out of the man. Many times it had seized him, and though he was chained hand and foot and kept under guard, he had broken his chains and had been driven by the demons into solitary places. Jesus asked him, “What is your name?” “Legion,” he replied, because many demons had gone into him. And they begged him repeatedly not to order them to go into the Abyss.

We are Legion. The demons returned from the Abyss. This is where the name derives, and if that doesn’t chill you, then I suppose you aren’t able to be chilled any longer.

So the demons, Anonymous, have issued the following statement in regards to October 10th, 2011 and I will provide it to you here. It is a matter of public record now, so I am not posting anything that hasn’t already been done, and I will provide their own video below so you may watch yourself.

“This is why we choose to declare our war against the New York Stock Exchange. We can no longer stay silent as the population is being exploited and forced to make sacrifices in the name of profit. We will show the world that we are true to our word. On October 10th, NYSE shall be erased from the internet. On October 10th, expect a day that will never, ever be forgotten.”

So, I provide to you today, October 4th, 2011, a full 6 days in advance, the warning that something is going to be done to harm the New York Stock Exchange, and thusly, the savings and investments of hundreds of millions, by this group calling themselves Anonymous. If I know this, surely your govenment knows this as well, and if they allow this to happen, with plenty of advance warning, then not only will whatever is going to occur have happened, but we will also know that this current administration is not at all interested in truly protecting the American people and our nation, but yet, and quite possibly, the actual source of the attack to begin with. God, I ask you to drag these demons out into the light, and the ones hiding inside our leadership, and that you protect this great nation and restore her so that she shows your glory, and your glory only. I stand on the side of the Son of the Most High God. Where do you stand? This is a very good time to answer that question, if you have not yet done so. We already know how this turns out in the end, and “legion” loses…badly…and eternally. Do not get caught waiting.

Final message: I do not write this to scare anyone, nor do I write it to gain more readers…the last thing I want is to be on the radar screen of these people. I write it because I believe 100% that these people are dead serious and I also believe that they have the capability to do an enormous amount of damage. If October 10th comes and goes without incident and without further message, then praise God and this was all for nothing. I’ll eat my words gladly with a cherry on top. Make fun of me…laugh…whatever you choose. I’ll be happy for it to be happening instead of the alternative. In that video and their words, Anonymous has staked their credibility on this date and following through with action. This is why I am taking it serious and why I am warning of it. More than happy to have my credibility shattered too, as long as Legion goes down with me.

Gary Abernathy