Odd Recent UAP Experience

 Just a little aside. . . . 

So, I take the ol' dogs out for a walk, usually around 10 to 10:00pm, when it's quiet and dark.  They like their routines, and so, afterwards, when home, they go for a big drink of water, then we go out into the backyard for a bit to settle back down, listen to the night, casually look at the stars or clouds, cooling off.

A week or so ago, after putting up their leashes and about to head out back . . . I got the inkling to grab the binoculars sitting on the coat rack shelf, just to take a gander at the stars, moon, maybe see some satellites or weird UAP/UFO activity etc., in more detail.

When I sat down and held them up to scan the night sky, I happened to start toward a northwest, near straight above direction.  Immediately, first place I focused on, there was a rapidly moving white light.  It was fainter than the stars and wouldn't have been noticed with the naked eye, but it was definitely there and moving from north to south, and fast and flitting.  Odd flight pattern.  Satellites, which I've seen since a child, go straight and relatively slow, trackable by eye.

This thing flew like a moth.  It seemed to skip and jump, disappear for a moment, then reappear . . . and it wasn't easy to keep it in frame, as it was moving so fast.  There was no sound.

I followed it until it disappeared far to my left end of vision, having spurted and darted from the initial northwest to southwest direction.

It was unusual.  I supposed it could have been a drone of some sort, though it had to have been a fairly large one, as it was up at the height of the planes that also were visibly traversing here and there in the sky.

I was mostly struck by the fact that I hadn't felt prompted to pick up the binoc's to look at the night sky since . . . well . . . perhaps a year or more ago?

Anyway, a few days later, on another night after walking Bruce and Dude, we came home, did the water bowl thirsty slurping routine, and I was again prompted to nab the binoculars--now kinda curious if I'd see something like that again.

And again, the moment I sat down on the old metal garden chairs in back, putting the scopes to my eyes, the first place I looked (same area as before) IMMEDIATELY I saw the same flitting, faint light, cruising fast, jumping, disappearing for a fraction of a second, reappearing, going from that initial starting point NW to SW across the star-filled black dome.  Only this time I lost track of it a little sooner than before.

Several days later, although I had continued to walk that dogs roughly around the same time, though not exactly, I yet again got the thought to try it again.  Surely, if, when I sat down and promptly put the binocs to my eyes and looked in that generally same direction I wouldn't see that thing again?  Right?  I mean, now the odds of a perfect repeat were slim at best.  It's a big sky, lots of lights and planes and scattered clouds.  What are the odds, that the third time out of three times being "prompted" to grab the spectacles  should I happen to see the exact same light, in the same starting place, doing it's thing yet again.  

Well, yep, there it was, immediately.  It almost felt as though it activated the moment I looked at it's previous starting location.  As if, it were just waiting for me to look.  Weird.

This time, it's trajectory was even shorter, however, and it disappeared about half-way along it's (now) usual route.  And I mean "disappeared".  I was following it handily, and it just went "poof".  

Again, it flew in its moth-like flying pattern, skipping, jumping, fast, kind of seemingly reckless . . . fainter than the brighter stars above it.  No sound, ghostly looking whiteness. . . .

Not sure what to think of it.  The strangest part was simply the off-hand prompting and that every time there was that prompting, there it was, as if it were just waiting to be launched by the observation.

I didn't feel anything particular nefarious about it, but neither anything beneficent.  I would say there was perhaps a mischievous sense, feeling about it.  And, I dare say, it felt like it was . . . hmmm . . . aware of?  Responding?  Prompting? Me. . . ?  I'm not delving into imagination, just reporting some of my baseline senses regarding the phenomenon. 

I haven't looked since.  The last observation was a few nights ago.  But it WAS a 3 for 3 prompting and success, whatever that might mean, if anything.  Which I find notable in a fashion.

Just odd.  Not big news.  Only sharing because it was quite unusual in the precision of the manifestation.  Like I say, it could simply be a drone of some sort.  It was more the prompting at different times that resulting in instant "results".

   

"Hop To Be Chosen" and Give Witness

 There are so many "spirits" flitting and flying about.  Many, many, times many are out and about like a plague of nefarious bats.  Evil spirits of "the airs".  They infest, grab hold at the behest of the father of lies.

There is one citadel.  ONE fortress of protection, thank God! . . .

He is deep within, yet near as can be. . . .

If you've sussed it out by now, you know that you are behind enemy lines, a stranger in a strange land, a pilgrim on The Road--The Way (as it was known in the early days before the term "Christian" came into common usage) and miraculously yet being preserved against all odds (as "odds" are calculated in the realm of the enemy.)

It is merciful and astounding how many times you have been kept and preserved and rescued and sustained against such foreboding "odds", being but a child of faith in a world of ancient, powerful and ongoing corruption and evil. . . . Praise God He covers you in this rotten melee!

The Good Shephard is (as always has been) coming for, has, His sheep, His flock. 

Do not despair.  

Consider the many, many miracles and divine interventions He has done and continues to do on behalf of His beloved!  MANY more than are recorded in the books of the mortal ledgers. . . .

You shall not be lost forever.  Should you stray, become attacked and find yourself in a pit of vipers or a den of wolves or amidst the embodied demonic, no matter how filthy and assaulted and undermined and beset . . . THE LORD promised and promises that He will not lose a single one!

Do you enjoy the wicked fallen world and its minions?  NO!  YOU DO NOT!  NEVER HAVE!

Yet, you can't help but find yourself in their midst, for this is currently the world of the evil prince, BUT NOT FOR REAL and NOT FOREVER!  THEY--THE EVIL ONE and His abject God-hating comrades WILL get their just deserts.  The White Throne Judgment . . . is . . . well, I've seen (was shown) but a portion of it, and that minuscule bit is beyond what the mortal mind and body ever encounters in this life, even in the worst of scenarios.

For while here, while now, while there is still breath . . . there is still God-given time to repent and HOPE and seek and love God.

THERE, in that infernal abyss . . . there is no hope.  THAT is the horror of it.  It's over.  It is a final judgment.

AND THERE, you are left with your stubborn, wicked, fallen, sinful self, AND knowing that you deserve every bit of the results of your chosen and persisting, innate hatred of God.

And there's no going back to rectify.

THIS LIFE IS SERIOUS SPIRITUAL BUSINESS!

Do not listen to lies from the pagans who sugar coat this fleeting life, who say that there are other chances, more time to "get it right"--perhaps even "multiple lives" to progress and "ascend".

LIES!  ALL OF THAT!

Nope.  THIS is IT!

And it is obviously a battle, a war.  You are a soldier in the cause, one way or the other.  To NOT act on behalf of your King and Lord, is to accede and thus, secede with the perfidious, with The Rebel, against God Almighty, Most High and Holy One.

It ain't easy, this is understood, hence His mercy and sacrifice. . . .

But your eternal soul and spirit and mind and body, et al, depends on this one supreme acknowledgment--that JESUS IS LORD and that there is only One True God!

Hasten!  Persevere! When YOU fall and fail and stumble, GET BACK UP, then get back down on your knees before The One True God of ALL, Yahweh!

If it were not so serious, then there is no real meaning to the reality that The Only Begotten Son Of God, and His apostles, and all the saints, and all the martyrs who saw The Truth, who put themselves, or allowed themselves to be run through such vicious, cruel abuse and calumnies and torture and more,  were willing for that WITNESS to be subjected and testify, until the end, The Truth of WHO and what this whole thing is about!

IF THER WERE NO apostles or disciples or saints or martyrs . . . just what The innocent, holy, pure, loving LORD HIMSELF went through for our sake should be and IS enough to behold to understand the stakes that are at hand!  Yet, in His grace and mercy, He gave us many signs and many histories of the devoted Believers to add exclamation to the witness and vision and knowing of His Eternal Truth and Being!

YES, His disciples and apostles and all the blessed Believers targeted and martyred or left alone, holding the line . . . through the long ages GIVE WITNESS that, with The Holy Spirit's inspiration, shows . . . clearly . . . the heavy and very real one main concern of this life and His Awesome Glory, which is the point of it all!

Many are called, few are chosen.  

I apologize a bit for quoting a lyric I once wrote, recorded in my song "Captain Action" (about the 2nd Coming) but there is a line in there--and I advise taking the advice: "Y'all just better hop to be chosen!" Which alludes to the mystery of "choosing" and being "chosen".  

I'll just end here with this:  "HOP TO BE CHOSEN!"  Get to it!  Time is short, this life is short, and ALL the signs and knowledge and spiritual direction is here, so that none can say they didn't know.

  

 

Big UK "false flag" Incoming? Hope not!

 As always, I've always kept an eye on the so-called political and geo-political ongoings.  And occasionally get the mind to chime in.

This is a quick take, I HOPE is not going to happen, but many signs point in its general portentiousness.

How about the traitorous government of the UK, after filling the country with hostile migrants/non-citizens . . . while the actual citizens are brought to a boiling point of frustration and helplessness. . . .

And then cause a so-called "false flag" horrific event, blamed on the Russians, which leads to war-footing AND mandatory conscription of aforesaid "actual citizens" . . . sent to the slaughterhouse of "war". . . .

Empty out the British men and women of "fighting age" from the homeland, send abroad or control, conscript under contract on bases etc.  SUCH that the invaders have all the clearer path to secure the "replacement" takeover at home. . . .

Under Siege, GO NOW!

 It's getting like . . . as if, imagine . . . you have been within a besieged stronghold, while surrounded on all sides by the enemy.  So far, they haven't been able to break or surmount the fortress; yet their cauldrons and fires and shrieks ever sound out from the darkness which starts at bottom of the protective wall and is constantly taken up by the molted minions in the depths and breadth of the encircling horde. . . .

Darts and flaming arrows fly in on random occasion--one must always be on guard to put out quick flare-ups.

Spies and infiltrators attempt to, and often do enough slip in, but cannot do much within the holy compound.  For those Within, have the power of God and all their vain attempts fall to waste and dissolve AND get thrown back upon the heads of the dark and doomed reaping.

For there is an Hezekiah's/Siloam tunnel ALWAYS which connects life and protection and providence to the elect who have been besieged since the fall. . . .

AT ANY SUCH TIME . . . WHICH IS EVERY TIME . . . in this fallen world, this is ALWAYS THE CASE!

When surmounted by the temporal (so it seems) with ALL of it's armies of malevolence, take heart that the battle lines are so clearly drawn!

In many a day, far too many have wallowed and submitted and languished in spiritual apathy (because times weren't so seemingly bad) . . . and multitudes of those woke up after this misty, hazy life . . . to find themselves in the pits of hell.  

Take no pride in living in such a day, for it probably just shows that you are such that you need to be hit over the head to recognize the obvious signs of the times and the destitute status of your soul.  He is merciful, and landed you in a time where it should not be too hard to brace yourself and awake to your awful condition.

Nevertheless, awful it is.

And the demonic encampments are on the doorstep, at the bottom of the walls, and sneaking through the tunnels, coming to overwhelm and drag away. . . .

WHEN one awakens to the situation--when the Holy Spirit is reaching out and calling back the wandering and backslidden and lazy and comfortable--THEN there is only ONE of two ways to respond!

You either go with Truth, Righteousness, God . . . or submit to the languishing violence, lies, perfidy and perversion of evil and the evil one, the enemy of God.

Come what may in the temporary . . . THIS you must and WILL do . . . for the Good Shepherd WILL NOT LOSE A SINGLE ONE OF HIS SHEEP!!!

The GOOD SHEPHERD is calling His little lambs, His beloved sheep and family, children HOME!

HASTEN to heed the Call, for the time is short and the wick is near the bottom.

God bless, End Times Thomas, "Brother Thomas" :)