IN the beginning of starting my show business company,it was a physical activity in a imaginary world.as a child the ghostwriter had a imagination as big as the universe,but he lived among small minded people with very little imagination,living in this environment crippled his mind.in the hoods and ghettos some people use drugs and alcohol to create a emotion for themselves,because they have none,or even use sex to substitute for love or even go from relationships to relationships to feel a feeling of feelings,and this was the environment I was living as a young boy in California,I would be talking and laughing with someone on Monday and walking pass their dead body on Wednesday,It's nothing good out in those streets,nothing!,my mother would say that all the time but what do mothers and fathers know anyway,Wright?...I enjoyed writing as a child and still do today,writing is my second love...as a child I enjoyed making girls laugh and I loved finding ways to cheer up my mother when she was down, comedy was a challenge for me,always going for the punchlines with a power punch not like my mother she had secrecy with her punchlines,for an example I remember one time she said to me, that's her male friend Richard so the next time my young self seen my mother friend Richard,I would say how are you doing Richard? and he said to me his name is not Richard and that my mother was playing a joke with me, "dick" is the nickname for Richard...or like I remember one day my mother had to go to my high school because my counselor wanted to talk with my mother about me doing show business during school hours and that I would be put in a camp school if I keep missing school for show business(by the way my school counselor is the person that told my touring band of musicians manager that I was a ventriloquist and he snatched me up quick to join his band and management company)so I am sitting in her office with my mother listening to the words coming out her mouth was unbelievable)so,camp school is a court order school where you live with all boys in the mountain until you graduate from high school,so one day I am taking a shower and my mother hand me soap on a rope, she said it's a reminder for you to go to school and she was laughing,just cracking up, I am like tenth grade! soap on a rope in the tenth grade! ha! ha! that's not funny!..mom!....if you don't know what soap on a rope is,it's so you don't drop it and need to bend over to pick it up.
and that's my mother comedy style total different from mine,mine is more brutal and in your face which is a dying art style today. in school I entered writing contests and study a lot on writing,I didn't want to be a author like Stephen king writing books,I wanted to put words in people mouths, such as a speech writer, a song writer, a script writer, a poetry writer, a play writer, a joke writer, advertising, speaking of advertising I take a class seminar on the subject,I also tried very much to get into radio broadcasting by attending a school of broadcasting as a young man but after all the test takings I was told "I didn't have the voice for radio"..It's strange I always felt someone hovering over me from my fifth grade teacher Mr.verga to middle school,every time I watched television I would see a ventriloquist,even in the hood!, yes! dummies are in the ghetto!..so,one day during my middle school years me and Charles b, were walking home from school going into a market I saw a little boy sitting in the passenger seat of a car holding a black Jerry Mahoney ventriloquist dummy(it must have been seventh grade because my first Sammy didn't arrive in my life until eighth grade)so,Charles b. said to me ,what?...he looked into the car at the ventriloquist dummy and said to me,what? bro! it's a ventriloquist dummy,it's a puppet! you never seen a ventriloquist dummy before,I said only on television,he start laughing as we walked in to the market,he start telling me about ventriloquist Willie tyler, comedian Willie tyler and lester..I must mention about (Charles b)..Charles b. was a middle school friend that lived in my hood around the corner,I admired him because he found his "TICKET" as a bmx bike racing star with sponsorships, he was on the front cover of magazines,he would have many ditch parties at his house,one day Charles b. had a ditch party, lots of girls and homies chilling and kicking back,having fun, Charles b. walk out his dad bedroom with a wooden box and start rolling joints(weed) Charles b,made one especially for me, "here my nigga that phat mother fucka is all you" Charles b. try handing it to me,but I would not take it,and then he called a girl I liked at the ditch party name,and she came over to us,he light the joint and told her to "hit this shit" the girl I liked at the ditch party hit the joint and then Charles b, said to the girl I liked "my nigga don't want it from me but I damn show know he won't say no to you" she sat on my lap hitting the joint a few times then passing it to me,when I hit the joint Charles b, started dancing and the music get louder and louder,the room Smokey,we all were dancing and laughing,fast,I was about to vomit,so I run for the front door to vomit on the front lawn but Charles b,try to stop me from leaving but I leave, the drug is like a rollercoaster ride inside my middle school head,I walk to cross the street, I see the double yellow lines in the street, I look up,I see the traffic light,I see a car stopped at the traffic light but when my Nike touched the double yellow lines the car swerve to missing hitting me,I was delusional from the drug from what I was seeing,I was trying to beat the drug home before it took full effect,and this drug was going through my body fast,I see Mr.Jackson preschool in a blurring in my eyes vision,my house is next door to Mr.Jackson preschool,I made it pass Mr.Jackson preschool, (ghostwriter tears),I open my front gate, I make it to my house front door, I am bamming and kicking on the door,for my brother to open the front door,my military older brother open the front door,are you all right? (my brother simply asked but looking at me like I lost my mind) I said to my brother.."Charles b! slip me some shit!, I need this shit take full effect until it wear off of me, don't open my bedroom door even when mother come home,tell her what happened,I will open my bedroom door when it's safe"..my brother said "I got your back"...I go in my bedroom locked the door (ghostwriter tears)..lay down in my bed...........voices in my head of strangers, my cabinet doors were opening and closing, the sounds of Charles b laughing heard coming from underneath my bed,the television was turning off and on,itching myself all over, head jerking from side to side,sammy head was turning in circles by himself,my body wants to get out of bed to dance, I RISE up out of my body to look down at me laying my bed, as I look down from the ceiling of my bedroom at my body in my bed,I hold the body down on the bed because I am afraid if my body stand up,I don't know what this drug will have my body do,from the ceiling I watched my body vomiting and sweating,and falling asleep...a few days later, I stop by Charles b. house to walk to middle school together, I asked Charles b. how was he, he said he felt fine,I asked how was the girl I liked at the ditch party, he said she's fine too...as we are turning to walk down a alley way, I asked Charles b. what was that joint he made for me,he said that was his dad weed, I said was that a primo joint? Charles b.looked at me with a serious facial expression and said what the fuck are you talking about you are my homie! we lil niggas we don't fuck with primo joints!, I askeid what kind of weed was it,he said mine was redhead cess but the people in the backyard was smoking ty and then when he said I couldn't handle redhead cess,I got so angry I throw Charles b. against a fence in the alley,he fell on the ground,he said "you want to fight!, it was not a primo joint I swear! it was redhead cess!", I lifted Charles b. off the alley ground and I told him "that joint you made for me was not weed and we are not cool anymore"...(TO BE CONTINUED INVISIBLE INK).......(SINGING TO THE CHOIR..part two of INVISIBLE INK).....after writing on the subject of Charles b, I needed some me time,to clear my mind from bad memories, it made me think what a military war veteran mind is like or a police officer or a doctor or a detective,my brother has been to serve overseas many times,I admired all his military uniform ranking stripes,I told him one day how I always admired his military uniform ranking stripes he said to me "anybody can get them", he's a United States marine, and surely successful, I can just imagine the images that go through his mind, the things a person can not unsee or unhear. The things I've seen and heard as a young boy still haunts me to day as a old man ,people have no clue how they destroy LIVES every minute of the day! I tell you the truth, Charles b. was successful , my counselor was a very successful African American woman, my counselor came to some of my showbiz shows during school hours! ( I said some not one, read part 1)..one day in high school I am sitting at the dining room table counting my show business money,my mother walked by and says "lil nigga" (ouch!) I had the dinng room table full of money,my money! No hand out! honest clean earned money! my mother proud of her successful daily grind, she speak highly about how a poor lil light skin African American country girl leave Texas and rise to the top of the food chain in California! college education! home owner! pension funds!, government employee!.. she was surely successful,..I looked down at my high school show business earnings on the dining room table, my mother take her victory laps around me and the dining room table,and while she was taking her victory laps,I feel something hovering over me (whisper down to me "are we witches?")....................................................(INVISIBLE INK PART 3 "THE AUCTIONEER") I am reminded by the spirits that I am SINGING TO THE CHOIR and human beings are mud puppets and some spirits say that human beings are a talking monkey, let us elaborate here for the talking monkey with a soul that has it's own "WILL"...invisible ink is about the ghostwriter writing in photography images,when the time is near the spirits rewind your memory bank and collect all witnessed information of your entire life time for the judge *judge=auctioneer*, in the spiritual world,during the process some human beings remember things they never knew,like infant years, and if you can read between the lines in the Charles b. story of this blog, the question I was always asked was answered...in invisible ink the ghostwriter days are numbered and judgement day is on it's way..so reader if you are having uncontrollable flash back memories that means your days are numbered and judgement day is on it's way. you go see grandpa and he don't know who you are judgement day is on it's way for grandpa, or are you forgetting where you put things? can't remember a dream from the night before? well the spirits are going to take your soul after the bidding,why? because spirits wants your WILL and some want a soul mate,this means when God made man he breath into man nose and man became a living soul, human beings produce living souls,that's why the bidding process is valuable to the spirits, how much is a talking monkey soul worth,how pure is the blood of a mud puppet..when the judgement day comes for our soul, the bidding has been done and depending on how dark the soul or how pure the soul, will be the price of the soul in essence the wages of sin is death..you may think the invisible ink chapters of my autobiography is nonsense,that's why the spirits named it SINGING TO THE CHOIR, again I say revad between the lines of the Charles b. story...spirits are very very intelligent and had me rewrite and delete some of this blog..be fruitful and multiply the creator commanded his creatures on earth, produce after your own kind,all God's creatures don't have a soul but they do have blood,spirits value blood as valuable.where do spirits come from, spirits are the sons and daughters of the creator "God" they're the first beings,they're big and very powerful and out number human beings on earth,they live in heavenly places,"places",human beings are "WARN" for disobeying and disrespecting their father,for they are spirits and human beings are souls, the sons and daughters of God says the souls of the earth cures the spiritual borders with something call sin,that simply mean unpure or the unclean..spirits are not what you see in movies,but they can be,spirits are teachers,they're love and was created by God for God " I am for my father's business".."send me".. God created life,he confessed that he is the God of the living, that means who created death,the answer is human beings,the earth tasted it first human blood with abel..in the garden of Eden God sacrificed animals to put clothes on Adam and eve,blood is valuable in the spiritual world as you witnessed here, blood is life..who is Satan the devil, is she/he a evil spirits, Satan is a family member of God and was once a favorite of God ,so,how can he be evil, where is it anywhere satin is evil,yes he has a WILL and some actions are misunderstood,even God himself questioned satan,he is the spirit of temptation..sure he was kicked out of heaven,only in a disagreement, read the book of job, yes he did mention the forbidden fruit to eve "you shall not surely die" but eve has a WILL and God himself told eve not to touch that tree... did you know satin the devil was a musical angel for God in heaven,did you know satin was a teacher to human beings on earth,teaching and testing human beings and eve failed the test creating the first lie...did you know their were two eves the first eve went back to heaven and God said man shall not be alone then made the second eve from Adam rib,this means the first eve was a spirit..ending this chapter...God used to visit earth often to walk with Adam before it became unholy and unclean and God can not touch the unclean..this is because Adam did not repent, what would have happened if Adam repent,the same that happened when his son cain repented,there is no father like son going on here,but if Adam would have repented the world and the universe would not be the way it is today and that was the argument in the spiritual world creating human beings with a WILL...human beings were caretakers of the earth and angels were guardians of God creations in the universe...the talking monkey has a soul and that soul has a "WILL"...and that's a problem for the whole universe.... the invisible ink chapter is not a bible study but a spiritual one, the spirit of temptation name satin the devil has a strong belief in his/her own truth =not understanding why he/she should kneel down to a talking monkey..and the sons and daughters of god love their father in worship and human beings are living souls on a rock spinning in a spirit universe... in closing: judgement day is coming for my soul, the bidding has been done for my soul,there is no light to walk through like you see in the movies just the spirits of the AUCTIONEER waiting for my last breath -my soul- to leave my body to be taken to it's rightful owner..God TOLD cain I will never accept you but if you do good then you will be accepted....I know you think this is devil worship or witchcraft or voodoo but only a mud puppet would think that way because that's what the spirits are communicating to the writer,read it again bible experts,I was told to repeat again this is not a "bible study" simply put the AUCTIONEER will pay all human beings a visit on their judgement day to take the soul to it's new owners, like puppies in a pet store,a servant in the spiritual world for ever...I hope you the reader understand the message being written in invisible ink because my keyboard is tripping and the environment is filled with fast moving oxygen and it's very peaceful... a good spirit is here. I am full of positive energy but my keyboard is (I end writing on this subject here)............................ _________________________________________________________________________________
(DRY INK)
If you have any doubt about the invisible ink chapter......try believing......(ghostwriter laughing out loud because for many days the spirits asking me to write to the mud puppets and the talking monkey about the secrets they have shared with me,I refused to write on the subject because human beings don't listen or hear the voice of the holy spirit,I reminded the spirits that Noah could not find ten in his days and Abraham couldn't not find ten in his days and I'm sure as hell not going to find ten today!) I give a brief writing on the subject to ease the spirits............(BLANK PAGE ) the title says it all! the writing is short and simple, human beings can leave their bodies anytime they want I will not give details on that secret.....the eyes are the window of the soul,and these days I spend a lot of time with my Windows closed so I don't corrupt my soul...human beings think they're all alone on planet earth,and that's exactly what the spirit of temptation want mud puppets to think, you don't see spirits or hear them, sure you do every minute of the day... are psychics real? Joseph in the bible spoke on famine..., what's witchcraft?-what you believe....spirits speak to human beings twenty four hours of the day..-- "drive through the red traffic lights it's safe"....--" hey if you want to be popular take your smartphone and take a picture of your dad taking a shower but don't tell your dad then share the photo on Facebook"--....."your husband told you not to wear that short skirt, because it makes you look so beautiful,he's jealous,you are a grown ass woman he is not the boss of you,the short skirt will be more beautiful if you put it on wearing no underwear"-----......"your wife is cheating on you,you're a fool if you think she's not"--....."look at that homeless man,you're so better than he is"--... "I think all your best friend does is masturbate,don't you think so,maybe you should talk about it with other people,it would be a great conversation for you"--...."I know where you can get some fast easy money,let's go look around".............(those are examples of thoughts entering your mind but they are not thoughts but spirits communicating with human beings). your brain is on never off,even in a coma,why? for the AUCTIONEER and judgement day..on your judgement day there's no in between, the AUCTIONEER will deliver your soul to it's rightful owner..now I finalized the subject here, how can you be with a spirit (ghostwriter laughing because this is a unbelievable subject to be writing about not for me but for mud puppets and talking monkey) you are surrounded by spirits day and night bidding for your soul,God himself personally did not need to bid for Enoch or Elijah but unlike job..let me end quickly,planet earth is the auction block for souls in a universe of spirits,simply put when the spirit of temptation give a soul a test, every time the soul past the test the spirit of temptation leave and the guardian angels of the universe come to minister and feed that soul then the holy spirit keep watch from a distance until the soul is pour to touch..every test the soul fail of the spirit of temptation the more unclean spirits enter the body with the soul, the more dark the soul become the more unclean spirits are with in the body taking the will of the soul with no repentance from the soul and unfortunately this is called the "unforgivable sin" a soul that has been Demon owned and off the auction block.
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and that's my mother comedy style total different from mine,mine is more brutal and in your face which is a dying art style today. in school I entered writing contests and study a lot on writing,I didn't want to be a author like Stephen king writing books,I wanted to put words in people mouths, such as a speech writer, a song writer, a script writer, a poetry writer, a play writer, a joke writer, advertising, speaking of advertising I take a class seminar on the subject,I also tried very much to get into radio broadcasting by attending a school of broadcasting as a young man but after all the test takings I was told "I didn't have the voice for radio"..It's strange I always felt someone hovering over me from my fifth grade teacher Mr.verga to middle school,every time I watched television I would see a ventriloquist,even in the hood!, yes! dummies are in the ghetto!..so,one day during my middle school years me and Charles b, were walking home from school going into a market I saw a little boy sitting in the passenger seat of a car holding a black Jerry Mahoney ventriloquist dummy(it must have been seventh grade because my first Sammy didn't arrive in my life until eighth grade)so,Charles b. said to me ,what?...he looked into the car at the ventriloquist dummy and said to me,what? bro! it's a ventriloquist dummy,it's a puppet! you never seen a ventriloquist dummy before,I said only on television,he start laughing as we walked in to the market,he start telling me about ventriloquist Willie tyler, comedian Willie tyler and lester..I must mention about (Charles b)..Charles b. was a middle school friend that lived in my hood around the corner,I admired him because he found his "TICKET" as a bmx bike racing star with sponsorships, he was on the front cover of magazines,he would have many ditch parties at his house,one day Charles b. had a ditch party, lots of girls and homies chilling and kicking back,having fun, Charles b. walk out his dad bedroom with a wooden box and start rolling joints(weed) Charles b,made one especially for me, "here my nigga that phat mother fucka is all you" Charles b. try handing it to me,but I would not take it,and then he called a girl I liked at the ditch party name,and she came over to us,he light the joint and told her to "hit this shit" the girl I liked at the ditch party hit the joint and then Charles b, said to the girl I liked "my nigga don't want it from me but I damn show know he won't say no to you" she sat on my lap hitting the joint a few times then passing it to me,when I hit the joint Charles b, started dancing and the music get louder and louder,the room Smokey,we all were dancing and laughing,fast,I was about to vomit,so I run for the front door to vomit on the front lawn but Charles b,try to stop me from leaving but I leave, the drug is like a rollercoaster ride inside my middle school head,I walk to cross the street, I see the double yellow lines in the street, I look up,I see the traffic light,I see a car stopped at the traffic light but when my Nike touched the double yellow lines the car swerve to missing hitting me,I was delusional from the drug from what I was seeing,I was trying to beat the drug home before it took full effect,and this drug was going through my body fast,I see Mr.Jackson preschool in a blurring in my eyes vision,my house is next door to Mr.Jackson preschool,I made it pass Mr.Jackson preschool, (ghostwriter tears),I open my front gate, I make it to my house front door, I am bamming and kicking on the door,for my brother to open the front door,my military older brother open the front door,are you all right? (my brother simply asked but looking at me like I lost my mind) I said to my brother.."Charles b! slip me some shit!, I need this shit take full effect until it wear off of me, don't open my bedroom door even when mother come home,tell her what happened,I will open my bedroom door when it's safe"..my brother said "I got your back"...I go in my bedroom locked the door (ghostwriter tears)..lay down in my bed...........voices in my head of strangers, my cabinet doors were opening and closing, the sounds of Charles b laughing heard coming from underneath my bed,the television was turning off and on,itching myself all over, head jerking from side to side,sammy head was turning in circles by himself,my body wants to get out of bed to dance, I RISE up out of my body to look down at me laying my bed, as I look down from the ceiling of my bedroom at my body in my bed,I hold the body down on the bed because I am afraid if my body stand up,I don't know what this drug will have my body do,from the ceiling I watched my body vomiting and sweating,and falling asleep...a few days later, I stop by Charles b. house to walk to middle school together, I asked Charles b. how was he, he said he felt fine,I asked how was the girl I liked at the ditch party, he said she's fine too...as we are turning to walk down a alley way, I asked Charles b. what was that joint he made for me,he said that was his dad weed, I said was that a primo joint? Charles b.looked at me with a serious facial expression and said what the fuck are you talking about you are my homie! we lil niggas we don't fuck with primo joints!, I askeid what kind of weed was it,he said mine was redhead cess but the people in the backyard was smoking ty and then when he said I couldn't handle redhead cess,I got so angry I throw Charles b. against a fence in the alley,he fell on the ground,he said "you want to fight!, it was not a primo joint I swear! it was redhead cess!", I lifted Charles b. off the alley ground and I told him "that joint you made for me was not weed and we are not cool anymore"...(TO BE CONTINUED INVISIBLE INK).......(SINGING TO THE CHOIR..part two of INVISIBLE INK).....after writing on the subject of Charles b, I needed some me time,to clear my mind from bad memories, it made me think what a military war veteran mind is like or a police officer or a doctor or a detective,my brother has been to serve overseas many times,I admired all his military uniform ranking stripes,I told him one day how I always admired his military uniform ranking stripes he said to me "anybody can get them", he's a United States marine, and surely successful, I can just imagine the images that go through his mind, the things a person can not unsee or unhear. The things I've seen and heard as a young boy still haunts me to day as a old man ,people have no clue how they destroy LIVES every minute of the day! I tell you the truth, Charles b. was successful , my counselor was a very successful African American woman, my counselor came to some of my showbiz shows during school hours! ( I said some not one, read part 1)..one day in high school I am sitting at the dining room table counting my show business money,my mother walked by and says "lil nigga" (ouch!) I had the dinng room table full of money,my money! No hand out! honest clean earned money! my mother proud of her successful daily grind, she speak highly about how a poor lil light skin African American country girl leave Texas and rise to the top of the food chain in California! college education! home owner! pension funds!, government employee!.. she was surely successful,..I looked down at my high school show business earnings on the dining room table, my mother take her victory laps around me and the dining room table,and while she was taking her victory laps,I feel something hovering over me (whisper down to me "are we witches?")....................................................(INVISIBLE INK PART 3 "THE AUCTIONEER") I am reminded by the spirits that I am SINGING TO THE CHOIR and human beings are mud puppets and some spirits say that human beings are a talking monkey, let us elaborate here for the talking monkey with a soul that has it's own "WILL"...invisible ink is about the ghostwriter writing in photography images,when the time is near the spirits rewind your memory bank and collect all witnessed information of your entire life time for the judge *judge=auctioneer*, in the spiritual world,during the process some human beings remember things they never knew,like infant years, and if you can read between the lines in the Charles b. story of this blog, the question I was always asked was answered...in invisible ink the ghostwriter days are numbered and judgement day is on it's way..so reader if you are having uncontrollable flash back memories that means your days are numbered and judgement day is on it's way. you go see grandpa and he don't know who you are judgement day is on it's way for grandpa, or are you forgetting where you put things? can't remember a dream from the night before? well the spirits are going to take your soul after the bidding,why? because spirits wants your WILL and some want a soul mate,this means when God made man he breath into man nose and man became a living soul, human beings produce living souls,that's why the bidding process is valuable to the spirits, how much is a talking monkey soul worth,how pure is the blood of a mud puppet..when the judgement day comes for our soul, the bidding has been done and depending on how dark the soul or how pure the soul, will be the price of the soul in essence the wages of sin is death..you may think the invisible ink chapters of my autobiography is nonsense,that's why the spirits named it SINGING TO THE CHOIR, again I say revad between the lines of the Charles b. story...spirits are very very intelligent and had me rewrite and delete some of this blog..be fruitful and multiply the creator commanded his creatures on earth, produce after your own kind,all God's creatures don't have a soul but they do have blood,spirits value blood as valuable.where do spirits come from, spirits are the sons and daughters of the creator "God" they're the first beings,they're big and very powerful and out number human beings on earth,they live in heavenly places,"places",human beings are "WARN" for disobeying and disrespecting their father,for they are spirits and human beings are souls, the sons and daughters of God says the souls of the earth cures the spiritual borders with something call sin,that simply mean unpure or the unclean..spirits are not what you see in movies,but they can be,spirits are teachers,they're love and was created by God for God " I am for my father's business".."send me".. God created life,he confessed that he is the God of the living, that means who created death,the answer is human beings,the earth tasted it first human blood with abel..in the garden of Eden God sacrificed animals to put clothes on Adam and eve,blood is valuable in the spiritual world as you witnessed here, blood is life..who is Satan the devil, is she/he a evil spirits, Satan is a family member of God and was once a favorite of God ,so,how can he be evil, where is it anywhere satin is evil,yes he has a WILL and some actions are misunderstood,even God himself questioned satan,he is the spirit of temptation..sure he was kicked out of heaven,only in a disagreement, read the book of job, yes he did mention the forbidden fruit to eve "you shall not surely die" but eve has a WILL and God himself told eve not to touch that tree... did you know satin the devil was a musical angel for God in heaven,did you know satin was a teacher to human beings on earth,teaching and testing human beings and eve failed the test creating the first lie...did you know their were two eves the first eve went back to heaven and God said man shall not be alone then made the second eve from Adam rib,this means the first eve was a spirit..ending this chapter...God used to visit earth often to walk with Adam before it became unholy and unclean and God can not touch the unclean..this is because Adam did not repent, what would have happened if Adam repent,the same that happened when his son cain repented,there is no father like son going on here,but if Adam would have repented the world and the universe would not be the way it is today and that was the argument in the spiritual world creating human beings with a WILL...human beings were caretakers of the earth and angels were guardians of God creations in the universe...the talking monkey has a soul and that soul has a "WILL"...and that's a problem for the whole universe.... the invisible ink chapter is not a bible study but a spiritual one, the spirit of temptation name satin the devil has a strong belief in his/her own truth =not understanding why he/she should kneel down to a talking monkey..and the sons and daughters of god love their father in worship and human beings are living souls on a rock spinning in a spirit universe... in closing: judgement day is coming for my soul, the bidding has been done for my soul,there is no light to walk through like you see in the movies just the spirits of the AUCTIONEER waiting for my last breath -my soul- to leave my body to be taken to it's rightful owner..God TOLD cain I will never accept you but if you do good then you will be accepted....I know you think this is devil worship or witchcraft or voodoo but only a mud puppet would think that way because that's what the spirits are communicating to the writer,read it again bible experts,I was told to repeat again this is not a "bible study" simply put the AUCTIONEER will pay all human beings a visit on their judgement day to take the soul to it's new owners, like puppies in a pet store,a servant in the spiritual world for ever...I hope you the reader understand the message being written in invisible ink because my keyboard is tripping and the environment is filled with fast moving oxygen and it's very peaceful... a good spirit is here. I am full of positive energy but my keyboard is (I end writing on this subject here)............................ _________________________________________________________________________________
(DRY INK)
If you have any doubt about the invisible ink chapter......try believing......(ghostwriter laughing out loud because for many days the spirits asking me to write to the mud puppets and the talking monkey about the secrets they have shared with me,I refused to write on the subject because human beings don't listen or hear the voice of the holy spirit,I reminded the spirits that Noah could not find ten in his days and Abraham couldn't not find ten in his days and I'm sure as hell not going to find ten today!) I give a brief writing on the subject to ease the spirits............(BLANK PAGE ) the title says it all! the writing is short and simple, human beings can leave their bodies anytime they want I will not give details on that secret.....the eyes are the window of the soul,and these days I spend a lot of time with my Windows closed so I don't corrupt my soul...human beings think they're all alone on planet earth,and that's exactly what the spirit of temptation want mud puppets to think, you don't see spirits or hear them, sure you do every minute of the day... are psychics real? Joseph in the bible spoke on famine..., what's witchcraft?-what you believe....spirits speak to human beings twenty four hours of the day..-- "drive through the red traffic lights it's safe"....--" hey if you want to be popular take your smartphone and take a picture of your dad taking a shower but don't tell your dad then share the photo on Facebook"--....."your husband told you not to wear that short skirt, because it makes you look so beautiful,he's jealous,you are a grown ass woman he is not the boss of you,the short skirt will be more beautiful if you put it on wearing no underwear"-----......"your wife is cheating on you,you're a fool if you think she's not"--....."look at that homeless man,you're so better than he is"--... "I think all your best friend does is masturbate,don't you think so,maybe you should talk about it with other people,it would be a great conversation for you"--...."I know where you can get some fast easy money,let's go look around".............(those are examples of thoughts entering your mind but they are not thoughts but spirits communicating with human beings). your brain is on never off,even in a coma,why? for the AUCTIONEER and judgement day..on your judgement day there's no in between, the AUCTIONEER will deliver your soul to it's rightful owner..now I finalized the subject here, how can you be with a spirit (ghostwriter laughing because this is a unbelievable subject to be writing about not for me but for mud puppets and talking monkey) you are surrounded by spirits day and night bidding for your soul,God himself personally did not need to bid for Enoch or Elijah but unlike job..let me end quickly,planet earth is the auction block for souls in a universe of spirits,simply put when the spirit of temptation give a soul a test, every time the soul past the test the spirit of temptation leave and the guardian angels of the universe come to minister and feed that soul then the holy spirit keep watch from a distance until the soul is pour to touch..every test the soul fail of the spirit of temptation the more unclean spirits enter the body with the soul, the more dark the soul become the more unclean spirits are with in the body taking the will of the soul with no repentance from the soul and unfortunately this is called the "unforgivable sin" a soul that has been Demon owned and off the auction block.
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