CHAPTER 27: ‘COMING TO AMERICA’ …
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I was the reincarnation of Adolph Hitler.
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Well, at least, this is what I was being told by the unseen ones, who were making my life an absolute hellish nightmare!
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Yes, I was informed that I had been brought back to earth to begin paying for Adolph’s crimes. This is what the powerful spirit-being was now telling me!
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Now, all this ultra-condemnation was being rained down upon me just a day or two before our departure back to the USA (read previous Chapter 26, “The True Meaning of ‘Our Ex-Heaven’“).
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And this invisible spirit-entity kept up his condemnation and threats about all the horrible things I must endure in the near future. I spent the next day or two, walking aimlessly through the neighborhoods of this quaint little Guatemala City residential subdivision, listening to his, “hell-fire torments”, and his, “damning condemnations”!
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Needless to say, I was about as low as a human can go, and not die! Or so it seemed to me.
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Fortunately this month-long “vacation” was just about to come to an end.
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And this had truly been the proverbial, “Vacation From Hell”!
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But this was no proverb! (Or so it seemed to me.)
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No, this truly was a nightmarish, “Vacation IN Hell”, brought upon me courtesy of these invisible super-beings, whom the Bible refers to as, “evil angels”! (Psalm 78:49)
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Adolph Hitler – Wikimedia – Public Domain
The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893
Paradise Lost – G Dore – Wikipedia – Public-domain
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CHAPTER 27:
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‘COMING TO AMERICA’ …
(Title of the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)
Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license
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But finally it came time to go home. And it was only hours until the plane-flight departure.
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I decided to go for another walk, to use up the remaining hours here in “The Land of Eternal Spring” (in my case, “The Land of Eternal Torment”). And so, I began walking on a busy street in an older commercial area. I was totally crushed by Satan’s overwhelming accusations. Nevertheless, I wanted to get back to America…in the worst way! As beautiful as Guatemala’s scenery may have been… I just wanted to be back home! And now our 30-day “vacation” was almost over…thank God!
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This truly was the ultimate Vacation From Hell! Not to cast any negative aspersions on that beautiful little country. As a matter of fact, I would recommend anyone to take a vacation there in Guatemala. JUST DON’T TAKE THE DEVIL WITH YA, WHEN YA GO!!
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Devil-goat – wikipedia – public domain
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“THE ORANGE CRUSH”…
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But I had little hope!
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Yeah, my few remaining strands of hope had all but vanished away from my sight! Hope was nowhere to be found. And mercy? As the Devil said on that boat-ride to that Belize Cay…“Mercy? Oh Mercy is just a lady that lives down the street!”
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There were only more bad times waiting for me when I would get back to the USA!
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As I walked along a busy multi-lane street, there was a big billboard (not this picture) which had a large picture of an orange. It was advertising the soda pop called, “Orange Crush” (mostly written in Spanish, of course).
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But as I passed by this large billboard, the Devil began taunting me, saying, “Just wait for the big ‘Orange Crush’, Chuck!” And, “‘Orange’ you sorry that you were Adolph Hitler?” He kept repeating this line to me, “Just wait for the big ‘Orange Crush’, Chuck!”.
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“What’s this “Orange Crush” stuff all about!?”, I asked myself. And so these threats just made things even more hopeless! “Just wait for the big Orange Crush, Chuck!” Did this cryptic message mean that something was going to crush me? “What’s the ‘Orange Crush’ all about!?”
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Orange Crush Ad – 1921 – WIKIPEDIA – PUBLIC-DOMAIN
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THE BIG 8/23 SKIDOO!
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As I kept walking, he also began scaring me about another thought. There must have been some reason why he began warning me about the “big 8/23 Skidoo”. He kept repeating about the 8/23 Skidoo, as if that meant I was gonna be annihilated on that date, or something. Maybe he was talking about August 23rd. Because August being the 8th month of the year would be 8/23. And it was now June. So August was only months away! I just couldn’t tell for sure, and he just wasn’t revealing what he meant.
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But I did know that “23 Skidoo” was an old saying that someone was going to be swept away, or cleared out as though they were dirt. And so I began to think that this was some sort of reference to my being swept off the face of the Earth. “So what’s the Big 8/23 Skidoo all about?”
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Devil-goat – wikipedia – public domain
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“DIRT POOR, BUT HAPPY!”
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As I kept walking down this busy street, I passed by various shops.
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I just happened to stop by one shop and looked through a barred window at a woman inside, sweeping her shop floor…a dirt floor!
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She carefully swept the dirt in the same direction, so that the lines from the broom bristles created a very straight pattern, all in the same direction. Of course if someone walked on this dirt floor, it obviously would make footprints over the pattern. But that didn’t seem to discourage her!
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As I looked into the window of her shop, I really, really, envied this person! She’s probably very happy. She has everything! She has her health! She has the sunlight! She has the rain! She has hope for tomorrow! Yes, and she probably has her family. Maybe she even has the Lord and His wonderful gift of Everlasting Life!
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THE LOWEST OF THE LOW!
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I, on the other hand, was like that comedy skit (see Chapter 1) in which the comedian ended up in a dumpster, having lost every worldly possession! Now I was virtually in the same position as the comedian in the skit.
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Oh no, I wasn’t literally in a dumpster. But believe me, I would’ve traded places with any dumpster-diving hobo out there in the world, at this moment! Yeah, even a lowly tramp’s life would be infinitely better than what I was now facing…eternal hell-fire as I went through the ages, being punished for my past crimes!
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“But not without a star…Free!”
(lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)
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Yeah, this “dirt-poor” Guatemalan lady was infinitely wealthier than me! I had nothing! I had no future! I had no hope! No God! I only had an “eternal pay-back” ahead of me! I must pay for countless ions of time, for the crimes I committed!
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It’s one thing to be sick, or homeless, or whatever. But it’s quite another thing to be without hope! That’s the one thing you don’t ever want to lose! Hope!
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My star had fallen. Her star was shining brightly. She was free! I was in prison! Yeah, the bars on her window almost seem as if they were the bars of my own prison cell…in the Devil’s prison for the damned!
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Yeah, and even in her so-called “poverty”, she was infinitely richer than me…and…FREE!
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“KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKIN’ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR!” (no, rather, I’m knock, knock, knockin’ on HELL’S door!)
(Title of the 1973 Bob Dylan Song with parenthesis comment added by me)
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Now I saw this relatively poor country in an entirely new light! Now it looked rich…compared to me! I suppose it’s much the same for any dying person. The richest person on earth becomes the poorest of the poor, when knocking on Eternity’s Door. Everybody seems rich, when you’re just about to die! All those “poor” people you once pitied are now shaking their heads out of sheer pity for you!
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You’re just a lowly beggar on that day!
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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license
Guatemalan style weaving and tapestry – Wikipedia – public domain
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PRUDENTIAL ROCK OF AGES
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Thinking back on my life, I now realized I should have invested all my money in long-term investments, back in the days when I had the chance to! Instead of investing in real estate here on this, Terra-not-so-Firma, I should have rather invested in the Rock! You know, like that old ad… “Invest in the rock…the Prudential Rock!” Well, as good as an investment company that it might be, there is a much more prudent Rock to invest in. It’s called “The PRUDENTIAL ROCK OF AGES!” And it pays long-term dividends. Really long-term dividends! LIKE, ETERNAL LIFE DIVIDENDS!!
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Ah, but here again, my Grandpa Frank was correct in that little saying of his… “If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride!” Now it was too late to think about all that! Now I was doomed! Now I was condemned! Now my number had come up, and there was nothing I could do about it! I had my chances! But I let them slip through my fingers like ropes of sand!
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Oh yeah, people tried to tell me about Jesus! But I just didn’t listen! I had too much going for me in this world! Why worry about some “pie-in-the-sky-in-the-sweet-by-and-by”? After all, I was a young guy! I didn’t need God! All that religious stuff was for losers in life! I was a winner! I had another 50 or 60 years ahead of me! And that’s a long, long time!
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Isn’t it?
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Well isn’t it?
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Prudential ad – 1909 – wikipedia – US-public-domain.jpg
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“MYSTERY SOLVED: “RUE, RUE, RUE!!!”
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When I got back to Becky’s parent’s home, everyone was busy getting ready. Dorcas, the parrot, who was so shy for the entire 30 days, was not so shy anymore! No! He was now pacing back and forth on his perch like an expectant father, crying “Rue! Rue! Rue!!” . I thought to myself, “That’s the same word that the crazy guy (I call him, “Mr. Applewhite”) had me look at in the dictionary, back in unit 3600!” “Rue! Rue! Rue!” Dorcas cried out again. I didn’t remember what the word, “rue” meant. But whatever it meant, it freaked me out that this bird was saying that word. Was this some kind of devilish taunt? Well, why shouldn’t it be? Everything else was a devilish taunt. “Rue! Rue! Rue!” But anyway, we got all our luggage together, and out the door we went. “Rue! Rue! Rue!”, cried Dorcas the parrot.
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Okay, so I just now looked it up in the dictionary. Here it is…
rue 1 v.
v.tr. To feel regret, remorse, or sorrow…
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So I guess this little parrot was prophesying to me of the ‘woe and sorrow’ that was coming on me. It was as if he, in essence, was crying… “Woe! Woe! Woe!”. And now that I think of it, there is a Bible passage which has three woes. Listen… “And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice,
‘Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!'” Revelation 8:13. Maybe these symbolic trumpets were now sounding for me!
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Well, it wouldn’t be long until I found out!
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Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking! And it’s true…that word, Rue, probably means something entirely different in Spanish. But I was going through a very supernatural experience with The Unseen Spirit-Realm. So these powerful and highly intelligent, unseen spiritual beings were manipulating circumstances. And I have no doubts, that they had set up this little scenario with Dorcas, like they did everything else. Especially since “Mr. Applewhite” had shown me that very same word in the dictionary, months earlier.
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Was that just a coincidence too?
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“Rue” definition courtesy Free Online Dictionary
Photo of parrot wikipedia share-alike license.
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THIS EVIL GENIUS, SATAN!
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And so, the continual taunting squawks of Dorcas the parrot had the profound effect upon me which it was intended to have! And no doubt, the unseen spiritual being who orchestrated this little terror, has also has planted his land-mines in my story.
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What I mean is this: I’m convinced that this cunning warrior named Satan…or Lucifer…or the Devil…or whatever name you wish to call him by, is an extremely artful foe! He is so far beyond our intelligence and abilities! And his army of unseen evil angels are likewise capable beyond mortal men. These beings are thousands or perhaps, hundreds of thousands of years old. Maybe millions of years old!! Who knows!? But whatever their age happens to be, none-the-less, their intellect is far, far greater than ours!
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Okay, so I got sidetracked from the point I wanted to make. I’m simply saying that it is humanly IMpossible to out-wit Satan! He covers his tracks well! And he seems to weave his attacks on people through natural occurrences, so as to cover those tracks! Anyway, I just thought you oughta be informed. Sorry.
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Satan presiding at the Infernal Council wikipedia US public domain
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“…On the planes They’re coming to America! Never looking back again!”
(Lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond hit tune, “They’re Coming To America”)
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We were late to the airport. Well, we were just barely going to make it. We rushed into the terminal and to our departure-window. I just wanted to go home so bad, I could hardly stand it!
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For some reason they informed us that we might have to wait for another day or two. When I heard this, I began objecting. I wasn’t gonna stay here another day! I WANTED OUTA HERE…NOW!
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After my loud objections, and after some more conference and confusion, they cleared the way. We were told we could board the plane. And so we did.
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Goodbye to this, “Vacation from Hell”.
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And, “Hell-o America!”
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“THEY’RE COMING TO AMERICA”…
(Title of the 1980 Neil Diamond hit song, “They’re Coming To America”)
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The jet began charging down the runway. I had absolutely none of the fear of crashing, as I normally would. At this particular moment, I couldn’t have cared less whether the plane crashed or not!
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Compared to the last 30 days, I supposed that, CRASHING WOULD’VE BEEN FUN!!!
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As the charging plane began ascending, the passengers looked back down at this beautiful little country fading from their view. But I likely just sank back in my seat and closed my eyes and sighed a long sigh, in relief. This nightmare was over! And I, no doubt, merely sat there and thought about all the horrors I had just gone through: The Torture of Noises, the truck with Nazi-Like Soldiers, eating my own feces (at least it was MY dung, and not another’s!), and all the continuous talking, talking, talking, as I walked through the neighborhoods… continuously condemning me in my head. Plus the various phenomena such as Right Turns Only Phenomenon, and the screams of, “Rue, Rue, Rue” of Dorcas the Parrot. The various lightning storms, during which the Devil condemned me. And all the other unmentioned torments that I suffered over the last 30 days. This was truly the “Vacation From Hell” (or rather, “IN Hell)!
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But soon we were up in the air. I probably looked down at the beautiful little country. The Land of Eternal Spring. But as I’ve already said, for me it became The Land of Eternal Fire and Brimstone! I would think back on all the beautiful places, and all the lovely people (well… mostly lovely).
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But the spirit (or spirits, plural) had turned all these otherwise nice experiences into one great big giant HELLISH NIGHTMARE!!!
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“SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY”…
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Soon we touched down in Miami. And as we came into the terminal, we passed by a McDonald’s in the terminal. McDonald’s! What a beautiful sight! (I remember my father saying that when arriving back in America from an unpleasant vacation in another country, he actually got down and kissed the ground. At this moment, I now understood why!)
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“My country ’tis of thee
Today!
Sweet land of liberty
Today!
Of thee I sing
Today!
Of thee I sing
Today!”
(Lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)
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Statue of Liberty, Silhouette wikimedia creative commons attribution
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JUNE 1980
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When we got back to Klamath Falls, Becky went her way, and I went home. After several days, I pretty much figured that I’d never see her again!
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As soon as I returned, I was determined to get to a safe place, so I would check back into Unit 3600. Not only did I feel totally hopeless, but the Devil was threatening to make me do crazy things…IN PUBLIC ! Before he outright killed me! So I felt that I better get myself somewhere safe, so that I could be tormented by the spirits, and ultimately killed in a somewhat controlled environment.
Nevertheless, I was very sad that Becky had gone. I sure didn’t blame her though! I must have been terrible company on that trip!
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Now I was all alone! No God! No hope! No Becky!
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But the spirits? Oh yeah, they were still very present! And they weren’t gonna leave me alone!
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“Farewell Becky!”
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Ch. 28 CHAPTER 28: . “HELLEN ASHES”…
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This next chapter has some very prophetic moments.
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