Prophesies 2023 & Beyond

Disclaimer Prophecy

All prophesies contained herein are released in good faith with good intentions. I am a prophet of God, or of the Gods, if you prefer. Self-proclaimed if you like, but when is that not the case? 

I'm not trying to convert you or initiate you into a particular belief system. Are we not blessed with free will? Probably not, but that's another discussion.

Disbelieving in these prophesies is actually a good thing. When they are borne out, you'll be impressed and perhaps more likely to start paying attention, not necessarily to prophecies, but to everything. Paying attention makes it easier to find beauty, which filters the noise surrounding us. Any truly magnificent God would require paying attention while living on this Earth, and witnessing beauty in others is the pathway to finding all kinds of love.

Oh God, there are so many lost individuals out there, in here, people living so far from what they might describe as "God's Will" that they are aptly described as lost. And, in a democracy, they vote.

The times in which we live mark the end of era. The richest and most powerful empire in the history of mankind is about to face a tsunami of unmistakable Truth both politically and organically. And as we've imparted before, Truth of this magnitude arrives as a massive blow. Boom! God explains that the severity of the blow is determined by the distance that Truth must travel before reaching the targeted individual or collective.  Those who find themselves farthest from Truth will endure the heaviest blow. God warns that such blows are often fatal and are almost always violent. Picture Hitler in his bunker or Mussolini hanging out on the town square. 

(Prophetic Note: One can therefore conclude that living one's life closer to Truth will lessen the severity of blows. However, avoiding blows altogether is impossible on this Earth.)

Megachurch Temptations

It's been a relative dry spell in prophet land. A dearth of Guidance from above for months on end, nothing definitive since the scary pre-plague, Words of a Prophet 2019 A.D. - where a local church placed a bank ATM in their parking lot - of which today's prophecy is a continuation of sorts. 

In the meantime, I may have missed a sign or two. Sometimes prophets totally whiff on signs from God. Example: One local megachurch pastor has whiffed so many times that God has more or less dismissed him, which is sad for any alleged man of God. Pastor's followers, however, may still have a chance. They need to leave him though, which seems easy from the outside. But we know about abusive relationships. Abusers almost never stop on command.

Pastor's Temptation & Spiritual Exile

On the heels of a horrible plague that left over one million dead in this country, God, for whatever divine purpose, put together a temptation for Pastor. This came in the form of a blatantly awful money changer scheme, run by a powerful group of international thieves. that provided Pastor and his family boatloads of ill-gotten plunder.

(Please note: God does not regularly tempt people, or I should say God does not tempt regular people. Regular people are almost always tempted by other people. God doesn't waste the effort. Rather, temptations from On High are reserved for egregious charlatans and self-righteous twits like Josh Hawley or Joel Osteen, who could probably switch places without anybody noticing, including their wives.)

We know that a virtuous man of God would certainly turn away from an offer of ill-gotten gains from a shamelessly criminal mob boss. Further, any prophet worth his salt would surely possess an inherent gift for sniffing out nefarious men and women who are profoundly cursed by God. There are signs everywhere! You don't have to be a prophet to conclude that people who extort, bribe, rape, commit genocide, and use the church to money change are bad people. Forget finding a Bible passage to verify it. You just know it. Pastor knew it, too.

And yet, Pastor not only loaded up on $2.14 million, he also committed disgusting political pornography with a brazen harlot!

(Note: A purported "man of God" seeking illicit means to supposedly help meet "church payroll" is not pleasing to the Lord. If Pastor praised God for providing 2.14 million pieces of gold, he was, in fact, declaring allegiance to a new god, or betraying the One he claims to follow. As an alleged man of God, Pastor is clearly a failure in denim.)

James River Church In Ruins

Prophesy: There will be a great gnashing of teeth in throwed roll country as Springfield's favorite megachurch slides inexorably into disrepair and spiritual chaos before finally settling in a swirl of christo-fascist muck as nothing more than Branson's northernmost entertainment venue. Soon after, with barely a whimper, the mega church with an anointed Starbucks in the lobby will quietly go bankrupt, settling like a poorly aimed throwed roll on a food stained carpet. 

In a few years, the Donald Trump Presidential Library will briefly be housed in the main building but will also go bankrupt, as it will be a total scam by one of his followers, leaving a dwindling number of delusional social security recipients clutching their autographed Bibles.
Mixing church and state has throughout history proven to be toxic and deadly, and it remains the main reason the world's greatest civilization has careened into an unholy hellscape of poverty, suffering and death.

The Big One

Today's prophesy arrived suddenly, unlike previous ones that required focused patience, paying attention and figuring things out. There were no dreams, no cryptic visions. I simply awoke earlier than usual, at sunrise, with a bright awareness that I most certainly had not possessed just 7.5 hours earlier, when I tucked myself into bed while listening to a philosophical discussion on consciousness, which I soon lost. Such an illumination has never visited me before, and I'm tempted to call it a revelation.

The event will happen quite suddenly, and even those who are forever braying about the decline of civilization will be taken aback and silenced, much like Republicans after a mass shooting. But this won't be a mass shooting. This disruption will be more organic than that, something internal like a fragmented, societal aneurysm.

The event will trigger wars and a massive social regrouping, with regular outbreaks of guerilla attacks emanating from some of the more disturbed indoctrinated individuals mentioned above. It should be noted that at no other time in human history have there been so many ignorant, lethally armed people living in one nation-state. So this bloody stage could last a while. We're already in the early days, as innocent people are being randomly slaughtered in bunches - was there another one today? - and those holding power insist this is absolutely normal. And now it is.

What can one do to survive the chaos that's about to rain down on all of us?

As stated above, pay attention. Organize locally. Even if it's a small group of neighbors, church-goers, bar patrons, family members, random strangers. Maybe you'll be declared dissidents by the state someday, or "the enemy within". Consider it an honor.

Psychogenically Fugued Up

Here's part of Carpenter's long-distance phone conversation with Detective Hamilton on Christmas Eve, according to police report: 

TC: How did you get this number? 

SPD: Tim, we need to talk to you. 

TC: How did you find me? 

SPD: We spoke with Melisa. At this point, Hamilton noted a crack in Carpenter's voice. He paused for several seconds. 

 TC: Oh. 

SPD: Tim, where have you been? Tim, are you okay? 

TC: I, uh . . . I, uh, don't remember. 

SPD: You don't remember? 

TC: No. 

One needn't ask Tim Carpenter for his definition of hell. It began when he finally opened his apartment door to allow his wife and pastor Lindell to enter on a dark Christmas Eve. According to Lindell, he "cowered like a wounded dog" and refused to recognize anyone. And then there was that long, dark drive back home to Springfield from Memphis during the wee hours of Christmas morning. 

When Carpenter first realized he was being taken to Cox North Hospital, he became very upset, according to the report. When he found out Pastor Lindell had already completed the necessary forms to have him admitted for mental evaluation, he became quite angry, but pastor had taken over at this point.

"We don't think Tim is in a situation where he is capable of making rational decisions," Lindell said in a public statement. 

Police were eager to interview Carpenter, but they were unaware of his arrival. On duty nurses at Cox North were apparently told by their supervisors not to tell SPD that Carpenter had been admitted. Somebody had tipped off SPD that Carpenter was in town, but they were unable to find him. One clever detective found out Carpenter's location only by leaning over the nurses' station desk and viewing the computer monitor while the nurse was away asking superiors what to do. 

On Christmas Day, pastor Lindell issued a news release to the public that presented the storyline about a head injury and lost memory. Here's an excerpt: 

"Thankfully, Tim has been found in Memphis, Tennessee. Unfortunately, Tim is not well. He has suffered a head injury apparently from one or more blows to the head. He has lost his memory, and he is disoriented. He does not know his wife, his children or his friends, including me . . . There are so many unanswered questions concerning Tim's current condition, the circumstances surrounding his disappearance, and what has occurred since he's been gone. Tim is totally disoriented." 

Lindell further suggested that Carpenter may have to go out of state for treatment and then added: "Those of us who have gone to Memphis to bring Tim home would be willing to hold a news conference to share the information that we have gathered, our personal observations, and to field questions . . . Requests for further information or a news conference should be faxed to . . . " 

Springfield Police were notified by Carpenter's attorney, Larry Bratvold, that same morning. Bratvold asked that no interviews with Carpenter should occur except in his presence. When police persisted, Bratvold repeatedly contended that Carpenter's doctors advised against any "police interrogation". 

Exactly who Tim's doctors were was a mystery. There was some mention of a psychiatrist from Bolivar, but no doctor contributed anything publicly regarding Carpenter's mental condition. Lindell later notified the media that Carpenter had been diagnosed with Psychogenic Fugue, a dissociative disorder in which a person forgets who they are and leaves home to create a new life. 

During a fugue state, there is no memory of the former life. After recovery, there is no memory for events during the dissociative state. A perfect description of Carpenter's behavior except for the fact that the "fugue" state didn't seem to begin until he realized, while talking on the phone to a Springfield detective, that his "abduction" caper had come to an abrupt end. 

Our best guess is that he continued the ruse of failed memory to avoid talking during his second very real abduction back to Springfield with pastor and wife. Police were never able to question Tim Carpenter, and the story died a merciful death in the media.

By the first week of January, he had been checked out of the hospital and, once again, his whereabouts were unknown. It's interesting that during questioning by police after Carpenter's hospital release, Rev. Lindell admitted that the tormented associate pastor had repeatedly asked to be allowed to contact Springfield police and submit to an interview and tell police the real story. 

It's possible that Lindell, who had invested a good amount of air time rallying media and prayer groups, didn't want the truth told quite so quickly. Carpenter also told Lindell that he had planned to contact his wife and explain the situation but had decided to wait a few days. Note: People in a fugue state don't do things like that.

So where are they now? The last we heard, and that was a long time ago, Tim Carpenter was living in Tulsa working for a home security company. He laid out a $10,000 check to local authorities for his official transgression, filing a false police report. As one might imagine, the Carpenters never worked it out and were divorced a couple of years after the incident. Oklahoma authorities tried to serve the divorce papers to Carpenter at home, but there was no such address in Tulsa. They finally located him at work. 

Pastor Lindell is still working God's agenda down highway 65 at James River Assembly of God Church, which has since dropped the A/G moniker for some reason. Our attempt for an interview a few years ago ended abruptly, though it did reveal Lindell's off-the-record grasp of what truly happened. "What he did was reprehensible," Lindell said over the phone, before uttering the ultimate Christian kiss-off, "We're praying for him." Click.

The Self-Abduction of Tim Carpenter

It was right before Christmas back in 1998. If I remember correctly, the word character was being tossed around a lot by folks here in God's country. President Clinton was being skewered by a GOP-led special prosecutor about cum stains on a woman's dress, and Osama Bin Laden was establishing a nice foothold in Afghanistan. 

Locally, the George Revelle murder trial was going on, and police were working to find out who shot a local man five times and dumped his body in the downtown quarry. This was the backdrop for a strange case of abduction on Springfield's south side. 

Tim Carpenter, associate pastor at James River Assembly, loving husband and father of two teenage girls, had gone missing. The founder of Christian Publishers Outlet and owner of Heir Press had failed to return home after a late night visit his Heir Press offices on South Campbell. Police were sent to Heir Press the next morning only to find mysterious blood smatterings, a tan left shoe that belonged to Carpenter on the sidewalk and stacked up office equipment inside. Nothing was stolen. Carpenter's Geo Tracker was nowhere to be seen, and there were no witnesses. 

 Despite a groundswell of prayer groups, billboards, posters, aerial searches and news releases emanating from James River Assembly, police detectives stubbornly insisted that there was no evidence pointing to an abduction. This did not dissuade James River Assembly pastor, Rev. John Lindell, from quickly establishing himself as the point man for local media for the Carpenter story. From his Sunday pulpit, Lindell asked for a "miracle from God" while Carol Carpenter pointed out that Tim "would be really embarrassed. He doesn't like attention," adding that "whatever happens, Tim is glorifying God." 

In a sense, she was right. What nobody knew at the time that Tim had gotten a job at Payless Cashways and was glorifying God with a cute little nurse living on the outskirts of Memphis, Tennessee. Carpenter didn't meet Melisa at church or at a Christian publishing convention. They first met during the summer of 1997 at a local cowboy bar called "Diamonds & Denim". She later told police that he had been very polite at first, explaining that he was newly divorced and trying to start his life anew. Later in their visit, however, Tim apparently said something that made Melisa feel a little uncomfortable. She grabbed her stuff and walked away with Carpenter in tow, apologizing profusely. Undaunted, Carpenter kept after her with calls and visits, and within a few weeks was sending flowers, love notes and even some lingerie from Victoria's Secret. 

Back in Springfield, the Carpenter investigation seemed stalled. Local police had reported virtually nothing to local media, but they were making progress behind the scenes. When police discovered a bill from a pager service in Buffalo, Missouri, they noticed a frequent caller from the Memphis area. Detectives tracked down the number, eventually contacted Melisa and told her the bad news. She was, of course, shocked to learn about Tim's deceptions but was more than willing to give police his new cell number. 

The Christmas Eve long distance call from Detective Hamilton was one of the first Carpenter would receive on his new phone. He was sitting in his sparsely furnished apartment. "How did you find me?" was his first response. The detective told TC that he'd caused a lot of worry back home and that his wife and family were anxious to see him. He was stunned and stumbled for word. 

At this point, according to police reports, the SPD detective inexplicably asked Tim if he had hit his head. Carpenter replied that he had indeed hit his head. It was almost as if the detective was offering an out. The call ended.

From this point, reports are murky. SPD did send a detective to the apartment complex, but Carpenter wouldn't answer. At some point he busied himself hiding all his IDs (except his SS card). He then proceeded to, justifiably enough, beat the hell out of himself. One can imagine something along the lines of Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar - except Carrey played a man who was cursed with the inability to lie, while Carpenter had built a new life based on his selective inability to tell the truth.

Police contacted Carpenter's wife to tell her the news, and within a few hours she, pastor Lindell and a couple of James River friends were flying in a private plane straightway to Memphis where the Lord, with a little help from a UPS driver, helped Lindell and company find Carpenter's apartment. 

After hours of negotiating, they coaxed him into his own car, drove him back to Springfield late Christmas Eve and, on the down low, admitted Carpenter into Cox North Hospital on North Jefferson.

From this point Pastor Lindell became the self-appointed storyteller of Tim Carpenter's self-abduction.

Part 2: Psychogenically Fugued Up