the gift of God is to know your enemy and to know their family. the gift of God is to come together like brothers and sisters. and if you would give one of these gifts to man then he would be a friend forever but if you try to take what was his from the start then no gift of God will do you apart. make our way clear for the Lord is coming the time is now what is in the path of the Lord will be smashed and obliterated through God's momentum that carries this stone unto the world before and after its motion to be free and given the world to hold on to for tomorrow that will be given to our own begotten child so that the world can be divided and nurtured into five days that had been harvested and a time four two that had come together in the desert of four corners where the Heaven was measured and taken into place as it was before the days of Christ and Roger who was to become the Father of Heaven. it is our ancestors and Native American Indians that were poured into a bowl of indignation or God's wrath pouring over the sides of that bowl that were in the middle of the four corners region of the desert that holds the land to be a living proof of God's architecture and people before the new land could rise up out of a basin as the Grandfather and Grandmother of the children of American; who was, who is, and who will always be in the Great Spirit and remain with the Great Spirit for tomorrow.
The Dragon Ship with a Sacrificial Ram up in the front and two more sacrifices that led man into the destruction, for the body of God, was the first sacrifice Man before the Woman blow the Horn of God's gates to open, She is with long red hair to cover Her naked body She is the Ferriman that had sacrificed the Goat and the Lamb to the underworld.
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