November 28, 2002 journal, Thanksgiving Day, Macy parade, my dream, the bloodstained banner. Memory of being in New York to visit the annual modern art show at the Jacob Javit’s Convention Center more than 10 years ago and going to Soho on my scooter after my car broke down in Manhattan and I fell into the hands of the mechanics of the mob. I needed electric power for my scooter and went into Macy's and was allowed to recharge it in their beauty salon to continue downtown for the night as a tour of the art district. On the way back I managed to get some power on the street from the deli where I ate but then when I got to Macy's all was discharged again so I returned to the beauty salon and asked to plug it in. Soon there after the Macy's manager came screaming at me to unplug it because I was using the power. Thank the Lord I had enough to go back to the mobster garage where in 2 days had run my bill up to $1,350.00. This may explain why I do not have sympathy for all New Yorkers because I've been robbed by them and treated badly. It is however exciting to see the Macy's Day Parade on television beginning in Central Park where the other control tower is we depicted in the painting of Cleopatra's needles. I would minister to anyone, these people may need it most and I am proud to share it to all the world. We celebrate as though we were clean before God and as God is very pleased with our behavior but he’s not. I cannot wave the blood stained banner in good conscience with the blood of 50 million innocent babies on that piece of cloth that we call Old Glory.

I had a dream last night so real near the morning, I saw my earthly father and I was sitting at the table eating cereal with milk about to take the first bite when my father said to me for some reason "one of the children has to leave home and I've decided that it would be you”. I stood up from the table and proceeded to pick up my devotional journals which were from modern life of today but I decided to leave those also along with the cereal in milk and depart immediately. My daddy is been dead for 30 years and it would be rare to see him in a dream although I did see him soon after his death as he came to me so clearly. My mother occasionally appears to me in dreams and she is still living. I so often forget dreams but this one was so real that it stuck in my mind and I compare it to a mother aborting her baby, it will always be there in her mind and no doubt the babies as well. We cannot erase history as it is indelible and we cannot erase our sin without the blood of the Yesu Christ. What is done is done and many abortions are committed for economic or for social reasons. I grew up poor on a dairy farm and we did not have many things because we did not have the money. We need to stop thinking about money or living on money and start living on love and faith in God. We need to live on the accommodating of our neighbors and we need to contribute to our neighbor’s welfare in terms of time and free service. The Christian spirit is giving and sharing with one another. I can see the rage in people's faces and basic hopelessness of the modern youth in general terms around today.

I painted the American flag with the 50 stars representing aborted fetuses and the scripture judgment in Isaiah 46-11 "Calling a ravenous bird from the East, the man that executeth my counsel from a far country: yea, I have spoken it, I will also bring it to pass; I have purposed it, I will also do it. 12-Hearken unto me, ye stout hearted, that are far from righteousness": Open our eyes Lord that we may see thy will and to always do it fairly.

Most of the British people seem to be living in poverty compared to American standards of goods and services provided due to high taxes, inflation and police harassment having meter maids and accelerated fines for trivial violations. I see a collapse in the making of this system that enslaves the people robbing them of everything they earn as happens here.