Tuesday, 22 November 2011


Brian, I forgive you for treating me in such a nasty way. It was wrong what you did, and arrogant to treat someone like that, as if they didn't matter because they are only some insignificant old fogey. None of us are insignificant, if the Lord made us, how can any of us be insignificant?

You've got some very nasty friends Brian. You wanted to help teenagers with your boat building idea, to give them some useful skills and get them off the streets, giving them something constructive to do, and that was a nice idea. So was helping people understand how Common Purpose works. The trouble is, you have let yourself be conned by creepy moles.

I bought a Jordan Maxwell DVD from your conference in Stoke and I threw it in the bin, you should not let them sell blasphemous DVDs at your conferences. I was disgusted at what I saw on that DVD and you ought to have been too.

The Welsh Messenger (Martin) took down my posts in which I exposed two American paedophiles who invented syndromes that are used in the secret family courts, Richard Gardner and Ralph Underwager. You should not have anything to do with anyone who wants to keep that covered up.

Why don't you ask the Lord to guide you, instead of being led up the garden path by a bunch of wicked moles? At any rate, I forgive you and am praying for you. An apology would be nice though.


Zoompad said...

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways!
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives thy service find,
In deeper reverence praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love!

Drop thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still small voice of calm!

Zoompad said...