Friday, July 15, 2016

HEAR, ye children, the instruction of a father, and attend to know understanding.

 Miguel Tinoco

Professor; The Great Jehovah

 Divinity 777

School of the Prophets.

Zion and Jerusalem, July 15, 2016

And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.

(New Testament | Mark 9:42)

HEAR, ye children, the instruction of a father, and attend to know understanding.

(Old Testament | Proverbs 4:1)

Contrary to opinions that are in contradiction, it requires a little more than a Bachelor’s and a Master’s degree in academics to be a professor or a doctor in any given field of study. I can be a geek in a trade, like the best mechanic or technician ever, but that does not make me a mechanical or technical engineer, much less a doctor in a specialty of the science or a scientist of any science.    Likewise, when teaching. We have Teachers or Masters, for which in academics you need either an Associates or a Bachelor’s degree. All High School graduates are teachers, they don't know it but they are, for the can teach or tutor primary or even secondary school lessons, but to have that permission legally, they need at least an Associate’s Degree to certify their degree of competency. They can administer milk and honey to their pupils or students to nurture them in language, math and other primary subjects.

To teach High School students and even freshmen in college, you may need at least a Bachelor’s degree in any given specialty. But to profess, you need to be a doctor in a particular field or a scientist, which is a general doctor any one field.  They are specialist that reason from data. They are good at knowing everything about anything they dig.  I dig skulls of dead people and tale their tales. That is like a necromancer I talk to the dead. They come to me and tell me stuff.  Like a scientist or professor, I can teach certain arts, but they, they can teach math, they can teach science and even social studies among other science just by following instructions or recipes even if they never cooked that meal before. 

My vocation in the kingdom of God is that of an evangelist or a Father, that is a Patriarch, like my ancient Fathers, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Joseph.  I teach others to be fathers. But I am also a prophet, I have the gift of prophesying truths and even prophesying or to profess. The testimony of Jesus Christ, is the spirit of prophecy. Jesus Christ is the great Jehovah of the Old testament, the Messiah of the new, the Resurrected God of Israel as recorded in the Book of Mormon and the Glorified deity that speak to us all in the Book of the Doctrine and Covenants.  I have no need of worldly teacher, because I am taught directly from heaven by God himself.   I have heard his voice, I know his words and I have seen him. But whether in the body or in the spirit, I cannot tell. All I know about his personal divinity is that in his presence when he visits his temple and I have crossed his path, I fall on earth or at his feet and I nearly melt at the refulgent glory of  his presence.  As a spirit, or as an angel, I was present during his atoning sacrifice in the garden of Gethsemane, to administer some comfort unto him. I was also at Golgotha when he arrived there with the cross. I was checking the pile of skulls when i turned back and saw him fall before the feet of a Centurion. I was so surprised that I asked anxiously what was happening to him. He said nothing, but stretched forth his right hand between the legs of the centurion, and received an induction from him. He gave me the scepter of power, to hold it and to guard it until he comes again.  As a result of that oracle I know and see things that the natural eye cannot perceive, just like Enoch. I also received a special gift from God which is the ability to make truthful statements. Even though my mouth may lie, like "Liar Liar," when I write,  I am disabled to lie. I cannot lie even if I want.  There is no deception in my lexicon. Anyway I put it, the ink is blue.


A prophet is greater than an an academic  professor, for he teaches even to already established professors.  And there are some that teach how to become a prophet or a teacher of prophets, we call them gods. And only the Father of all gods can make other deities, just like a professional parent wants his children to be professionals, and not bums.   This is self evident truth. I am a son of God, and he is making or shaping me like himself, though My name is not Jesus but, Miguel.  I am working my salvation as we speak, with fear and trembling before my God; and I am about to be academically crucified and murdered. I prophesy in the name of Christ, that my moral character or visage is about to be marred more than any other prophet before me, and more than any mortal man.   They may humiliate me, mock at me, hurt me, but they can't kill me until my work is finished. I may even be banished from the USA.  Yet even in that awful condition I will excel in my studies, and travel the world, sprinkle many nations and bless a great many people.  And the principals of faculty shall shut their mouths at me, for they shall see and comprehend that which no man ever told them before. They will be astonished and startled because they can't comprehend how a person with so little academic degree, who has not scholastic formation, or even good manners to identify himself, knows so much.  It is not me, but the spirit of God that is in me, that gives me utterance.

IT has begun. The deans of Valencia College sent me an email reprimanding me for not identifying myself and for writing like a maniac.  If the school refused to teach me how to write, I will ask power to my God to do so. For so it is written of me:

As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men; So shall he sprinkle many nations; the kings shall shut their mouths at him: for that which had not been told them shall they see; and that which they had not heard shall they consider.

(Old Testament | Isaiah 52:14 - 15)

I have a 22 years old daughter. With the teachings of her mother and the instructions of her father, we have nurtured and put her in an environment where she can develop her potential and become an Engineer. We taught her good principles and our children govern themselves with very little oversight. They are truly free children. The only rules we follow in our house are the laws of God. We are well behaved, and therefore, we do not need carnal schooling laws or substandard or arbitrary rules.  Thus, in partnership with primary schools, middle schools, High Schools, Colleges and Universities, we have made of her an Engineer. We are nurturing others to become Heart or Brain doctor, another one to be a Movie director and a Psychologist. The one after that a Biologist specializing in Fauna, and the least of them wants to be an Astronaut. She is only ten years old and knows more math than me as we speak because my foundations in that field eroded and I need a new one. They all got that from their parents, that is our heavenly parents who are in heaven. 

Having said that, professors, doctors and scientist hunt for knowledge, they kill time in researching hidden things and experimenting with intent to administer savory or unsavory meats, or teach truths that grownups can digest.  In other words, they make institutions and conventions so that professors and teachers can have a job and science and technology can grow and knowledge be increased in the earth.  My duty is to flood the earth with truth, justice and judgment unto truth.   Academic professors, they are like prophets, for they profess truths. They don’t teach, they can do better than that, but they show us the oath to follow by example what they have learned in the field and they practice it, or in other words, they just don’t go thru the motions as teachers, but they must walk the talks. My math professor, Elder Cox is a professor in his own right. He truly knows how to teach his stuff, how to instruct without cutting corners. So does my New Student Experience professor Visser. They excel in professorial excellence and they are young.   They have power or skills to unlock they brain of students so that they get their time and money's worth in college.  I feel little in their presence for having the honor to be in their class. I have corroborated their teachings thru the scriptures and their methods pass the test of God. They are my heroes.

Hence, the main difference between a Master and a Professor is that the Master knows about the truth, but they don’t know it, because they have not experienced it.  Even if they lack the credentials or the degree of professor such as PHD, they still are, but they don't know it yet.  When they discover themselves, who they truly are, they will know it.  In other words, it is better to know than just to know about.  Let me give you an example. If we want to know about Jesus Christ, we can just read and even memorize the Bible. But if you want to know him as he is, you have to practice or do the things that are written in the Bible as he did with his express help. Only then you can truly know him and his doctrine; and where his doctrine came from. Hence we do not necessarily become messiahs, but merely Christlike.

Yoke of Jeremiah

Another example. Christopher Columbus discovered America officially, but Americus Vespucci went a little farther or a step higher and did a complete reconnaissance of the land. Hence, he also shares in the credit of being a discoverer or better. He may not be the first, but he exceeded in discovery even Columbus. So, when somebody asks who discovered the America, we can say that Columbus was the first who discovered her beauty, but Americus discovered her total nakedness first and he married her.  America carries his name. And all her children are not called The children of Columbia, but the children of America. Hence North America, Central America, America Insular and South America. We are all Americans or can become.  Many Americans in the USA don't know that you don't' need to be a US citizen to be an American.  I have not discovered America yet, but one day I hope to do so and own that title of discovery. I may not be the first, or the second, or even the third, but maybe the seventh for argument’s sake. I may be mistaken, and other may appear and claim that they are the seven, so, my place went to being the thirtieth or beyond.  Who cares who did it to her first, Columbus shows us first the path to follow and then many others came thereafter. But everyone shares the knowledge equally in their own right whether they discovered the Peninsula of Florida or the whole South of America.In any case North America belong to me. I am the legal owner of all these lands. I am the rightful heir of Mulek or Malkiyahu. He is the youngest and only surviving son of Zedekiah, the last king of the Jews before Jerusalem was destroyed some 600 years before the birth of Christ.  He was hidden by Jeremiah and sent out with a company, as per God's instruction to come to America before the present Era. Mulek and his company were the first who discovered the nakedness of North America. And the LORD gave it to him and his posterity as a perpetual possession. That information is recorded in the Book of Mormon.

 Verily, verily, I say unto you, thus hath the Father commanded me—that I should give unto this people this land for their inheritance.

(Book of Mormon | 3 Nephi 16:16)

The Zeal of Mulek

Now the land south was called Lehi and the land north was called Mulek, which was after the son of Zedekiah; for the Lord did bring Mulek into the land north, and Lehi into the land south.  And behold, there was all manner of gold in both these lands, and of silver, and of precious ore of every kind; and there were also curious workmen, who did work all kinds of ore and did refine it; and thus they did become rich.

(Book of Mormon | Helaman 6:10 - 11)

 And now will you dispute that Jerusalem was destroyed?  Will ye say that the sons of Zedekiah were not slain, all except it were Mulek?  Yea, and do ye not behold that the seed of Zedekiah are with us, and they were driven out of the land of Jerusalem?  But behold, this is not all—

(Book of Mormon | Helaman 8:21)

Likewise, in this, the land of my inheritance, even where I now live, I have discovered the nakedness of my English Composition professor. I discovered many things that I cannot write here. So much that I can sketch a psychological profile of her mind set and character from inside out. I can even tell where she sleeps, the size of her lofty bed, what is behind her door when she enters her house. How she thinks, what cowboys she likes riding her, and which cowboys she hates riding her. Or whether she remembers God or ignore him. I can tell her beginning and her end. I even know the size of her grave and her true colors.  I even have dissected her bowels by testing the chemicals on her reins or kidneys and know what she ate by the ammonia content and density. Whether she ate white rice and carrots and even if she ate crap, we can tell and document.   In any case, she calls herself a professor and she feeds us fallacies or things sacrificed to literary idols. She pollutes our mind and as students, there is little we can do about it.  How, only God knows. I know he knows, for so it is written of the things that await that woman. I Cannot suffer her anymore or else God will punish me. He even rebuked me for having waited so long. For my Lord and God said to me:

  Notwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols. And I gave her space to repent of her fornication; and she repented not. Behold, I will cast her into a bed, and them that commit adultery with her into great tribulation, except they repent of their deeds. And I will kill her children with death; and all the churches shall know that I am he which searcheth the reins and hearts: and I will give unto every one of you according to your works.

(New Testament | Revelation 2:20 - 23)
 That is what we do when we debrief terrorists. We know everything, even the evil spirit that are inside them. We know when they watch porn and masturbate. What bars they visit, and many more things we discover just by observation.  When we catch them, we take them in the bay of pigs lab, we rack them a little, we give them clean cloths, we feed them by applying rectal feeding techniques such as feeding them dry saltine crackers into their butt, and then after a little while, pressing their stomach  and their neck; or by shake them in centrifugal manner to see what crap comes out back from them. That is how we professors Annal-YZE them. And as such have proven to make of show us their true colors, whether they turn pink or white as doves or BLACK  AND WHITE OLD CATS.  In sum, we pick their brains, by knowing not what they think, but how they think, and not their feelings, but knowing the intentions of their heart or if they plan to attack or not.  It is a s if we had killed them and drank from their skull.  Then we can with absolute certainty say that a person is like an old dog that can’t learn a new trick.  In conclusion we ca determine whether they are dangerous, passive. Thus, we compare their egos and behaviors to the instincts of animals.  Again, we can tell whether they are stubborn like old dogs that cannot learn a new trick or if they have a mediocre self-satisfying mentality or if they are cat minded or foolish like Job's wife.  Mentecato is a non-existence word in English. I am not insulting her, I am just mirroring what I see in her as per holy writ and I sin not.

 In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

(Old Testament | Job 2:10)

I can only picture the house of my English Composition teacher with a song of Freddy Mercury. I want to be free, because she is so self satisfying like Jezebel my archenemy. She wants us to be politically correct and cater to wordiness and cultural aberrations.  This is how Marlin Barlow's (AKA possessed by the wicked spirit of Jezabel), house looks with pink colored glasses.

Do you follow my lead? We as prophets are given power by God to know these things about the people we meet. And we pick this intelligence from them by looking thru their eyes, by physical contact when we shake hands or by the things that they utter. We psychoanalyze them all and come up with a psychological compose or profile.  Of course, in most cases we keep these things to ourselves, except when we catch crooks and we are set up in entrapment by their ill will and intent. As far as my mathematics can tell, my English teacher is not a professor, only a pretending one. Her title is greater than her. To me she is nothing more than a good teacher at best. I saw her in a dream as a black white cat also when I rocked her. I played the elm around the roses game with her and she loved it like when a cat is loved. But I graved her paws because she had in her heart to prick my eyes with her thorns. Hence I wrote, a literary piece of work called, it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks; and I shared it with her and other witnesses. She understood me. She took it the wrong way do. Is not that what writer are supposed to do? I created a work of art about a dream I had as dictated by God the Father. All I did was to rehearse the way she looks as us, her students, even as pricks or briars and thorns. I even put there a subliminal message in a song of a cowboy she hates. Johnny Cash. She hated it. Johnny Cash may have touched a nerve. It may remind her of somebody in the past, maybe a lover that her cowboy hubby does not know about.

Hereafter, you can ask other students, their impressions of her, don’t just take my word for it. I have to watch her eyes really carefully because she will smile in your face, and you never know when she will bite you.  But as a secretary bird, I am a serpent killer and eater, so no worries

Marlin Barlow, my English Composition teacher at Valencia College taught us from the first day in class that she engages like a serpent in evil speaking about her previous students who did not measure up to her arbitrary ENC standards. She brings their failed essays and makes them look to us as if they were less than the dust. She labels us in three classes. Winners, loses and most of us mediocre or cat minded like her. If she talks like that about them, what can we expect she would say about us when we screw up or make mistakes.  Some of us search for the best words we can find to impress our intended audience in our essay, that is our sin. Even though we want to be smart and wise guys, we are not trying to do so. In my case, I know my limitation and my lexicon. But she hates when I use that fancy word in my essays, because I am a dumb ass and I am not sophisticated enough for her to use them. She hates my jargon too. In her view we are small and she is big Matilda. She even told us that we don’t know nothing, that we are no experts at anything. And that arrogance and pride did not go well with my God who instructs me.  He commanded me to observe her as internal affairs observe and report on the condition of cops to keep them in checks and balances, not wanting them to exceed their authority or bounds. That is my work in the kingdom of God. I am Internal Affairs. by thinking like victims, like offenders and like bad cops, I check the behavior of priests and arrest them when they misbehave.  That I got from my father who was a judge and from my grandfather who was a police officer and arrested the president of Honduras for breaking and entering and for immoral conduct, just like Clinton, when the President of Honduras jumped a fence at night from the presidential palace for e midnight sexual delight. 

Marlin Barlow taught us in class that unless we have read Shakespeare that there is no culture in any of us. It is against my religion to read boy lover tales. That is no the love or charity God advocates. So, because some of us, don’t conform to her idolatry of sensual tales from the past, we are nincompoops in her mind set. How about mathematicians and scientist that care not a bout poetry or history or words. Are they nincompoops too? She claims that newspapers editors that write our editorials and columns are Like the Dumb Asses of the Orlando Sentinel, who cannot escape their ninth grade High School Prison of ignorance. She says that they don’t write college grade papers. She is too smart. Yet she demands from us higher thought process, but only until we deliver. The moment we demonstrate we show more competence in science and context more than words, she gets jealous and diminishes our learning intent. I’d rather write broken and God pleasing hallelujahs, than the impeccable syntax of well written dead poet’s words. Like my Father King David, all I learned from the love of poets was to shoot at somebody who outdrew me. Maybe I should have withdrawn from her class before discovering her nakedness, before she tied me in this, my kitchen table chair; which may cause me to lose my purported throne and even be expelled from school. I care not about songs, but I feel one coming on.


My English Teacher Marlin Barlow declared that in this country we have no freedom of speech. I asked how can that be, or what about when we say the truth, she said NO.  As an expert in moral and ethics, I tried to make a point in class about certain things she was teaching us to do where the issue of morality came to be. I raised my hand and wand wanted to express of where Morals come from and where ethics come from. But she shut me down immediately because it may have interfered with her teaching routine.

My English Teacher Marlin Barlow taught us in school, that she reads our papers because it is her job, for it puts food fancy cat in her table. But that she has control to fail us if she does not like our work, so that we better measure up.

My English Teacher Marlin Barlow, refused to help me correct the mistakes of OC3 LITTLE BOY paper. I asked her to become my mentor. I told her my disabilities and my weakness in writing. Instead she accused me of plagiarism or theft for common knowledge of for exceeding the analytical capacity of experts in a subject that I know as well as they do or better. Or maybe, I did not learn how to quote or paraphrase properly.

My English Teacher Professor, Marlin Barlow instead of teaching us how to correct our mistakes, she teaches us how to cheat by changing the order of words to say the same thing, and by searching different synonyms or words with equal or similar meaning to hide direct quoting or where the lines or original ideas come from.  I was straight like an arrow, before I came into college, where I am learning how to manipulate context with intent or how to become a crook and not get caught.  This is why I invited or changed the meaning of MLA style writing to Money Laundering Stratagems. She says that that is the green language used to earn money. So, we need to learn to laundry the ideas, words and thought of others to earn a living like her.  I already earn my living, I come to school to serve God and to learn to write. The style I chose is my problem. I am not here to learn other people’s stuff, nor to copy it, my work is mostly original and repetition of the teaching of my ancient fathers.

As a result, of hearing other complains. I let my frustration cool off for a day or two; and then I wrote to her with hot inspiration protesting against her essay judging practices. I had no time to clear the smoke of my bun directly from the oven, so I sent it to her tacky yet unrefined or unedited. Like a pussy cat, she meowed or reported me and accused me of harassment, or unsolicited emails, when she could just have told me in the first place not to send her emails.  In class, I have uttered no complain whatsoever, nor have I obstructed class in anyway shape of form. What is her problem? I pay to learn, so my employees, need to answer my questions. And she is still my employee, but not for long.  

"I dreamed of Marlin Barlow, my English Composition teacher at Valencia College in Orland who in combination with others, she is looking to expel me from college as we speak for speech writing or freedom of speech and/or press.  And something told me that she was cat minded. She appeared as a foolish black and white cat in my dream which I associated with her state of mind.  I had that dream the same night after she contradicted me during the day about my stand morality issues.  I don't know what morality sins she is hiding, but God knows.  Then I searched, peradventure I may have insulted her when I wrote that about her and told her that in an out of class essay; and discovered that, the translation of the word Mentecato or cat minded from Spanish to English is Foolish or Idiot. I asked God if I had sinned and he just said that the prophet Job did the same thing about his own wife about his stand to live by God's laws; and that he did not sin. I know did not even voiced the word at her, but even if I did, I did not sin. And I maintain it. She is a foolish Idiot as per the word of God. If it is written in the dictionary and in holy writ, who can contradict it?  Thus the scripture that was given to them in advance from God thru my hand in which God called me a Seer, a translator, a prophet and an apostle of Jesus Christ to the church was also fulfilled."

In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

(Old Testament | Job 2:10)

Am I a scapegoat of sin? Now things have escalated to the point that I have been questioned twice by college deans and other disciplinary personnel who threaten to censor me and to expel me for free speech, for freedom of press, for freedom of religion, for freedom of assembly. They even forbade me to write emails. Who gave them federal or state power and authority over me? Am I a slave or poisoner in Amercalandia?  The president of the United States and the governor of Florida, my public servants have yet to hear from me.

I have broken no law not school bylaws. I have not uttered one word to Marlin Barlow with my voice. No matter how I write, or what I write, I cannot break a bruised reed or put out a smoking flax. By the things she has given us to read as homework she has given us poison to the mind and we have not complained. As a matter of fact, the last class we read an essay about a student that was spelled from school for free speech. We all agreed that regarding his offensive words, he did nothing wrong as per school policy. He should have not been kicked out.   That the school failed to educate him and sent him, or banned him to his misery forever. She indicted the school was mistaken, in this case Valencia, but she did not indict the teachers who actually failed him. This hearing is not about me, but about her. I may have disturbed and annoyed the kingdom of the devil with my words, and provoked the devil and his bwitch to come after me like ravenous wolves.  Unless they can measure spiritual things, I have done nothing materially. I have not sent one single paper to that woman in protest. The media is all spiritual.  

She even went as far as insinuate in class that the school should writer laws to include illegal words. I live by the laws of God, I have no need to break the laws of man, much less of a school.  I did not even know that there was a code of speech. But even if it were, I did not break it, for I spoke nothing. I UTTERED NOTHING. Can you now hear the words that are coming out of my mouth? I only wrote creative words that were very persuasive, even a product of my feelings, thoughts, my inspiration or my imagination.  That is why all of you bastards are persecuting me. There is no anger in words, only truth and the truth have a rejecting effect in the wicked souls. Therefore, they find them hard and offensive for it pierced them to the very center.  I am in deed a treat because I can read their scams. She set me up. She planned me in making a mistake in dictation. In making a rebellious protest. In saying unkind words in public, in making a disturbance, but it did not happen. My God forewarned me. and I acted appropriately.

 And I have a disciplinary hearing on Monday. And I just learned yesterday that she threatened to drop me of her class for stuff that I wrote outside class.  I told her, ho ahead, make my day. Thus, I have been suspended, giving me tree days to kill. And that is exactly what I am doing, killing three days preparing a brief to state my case to kill her pride and her wicked nature, and if possible to dig a bigger grave for her when she falls from her lofty prehistorical post. I am not insinuating murder or intention to physically kill or harm, but to kill her character as lying witch.  No different than what Obama did, when he said, we will kill Romney. We are going to use such a campaign of distrust for disenfranchising 47 percent of Americans.  To me the woman Is not a professor. I will never again know her as such. She is an old woman with a cat minded mentality. She is a good teacher at best who has mastered her skills, but since she does not practice what she teachers, she is far from being a professor.

Therefore, dear Marlin Barlow, punk, what are you going to do when my angels come for you. You may cause me to be expelled, and even be send to a crisis unit for my cloggy schizophrenic thoughts or even to jail for purported harassment. I been there done that. You have caused me to be grieved and offended before God, angels and these witnesses. They have seen my tears of oppression rolling down for your oppression. I am even ready to die for my truth and beliefs. If I go to jail or fail to provide for my family, the support and the protection they need. There will be seven souls in your conscience.  And if peradventure I am so lucky that I am murdered and killed in jail by mistake, you will have innocent blood on your hands. I will then make such a cry to God that when you see him coming, you would not find a place on earth or in hell where you can hide. You will plead for the mountains and rocks to fall upon you. You will kick out the wolves and bears from their cave to hide from the fury that will fall upon you.

Mambas beware of wolverines

Then, I have skills that no other man has. As a spirit, I will come again and again every night at your house as spirit and waste you and your whole family. I already have millions of friends on the other side of the veil awaiting my commands to do just that for me. You kill their king, as the wicked world killed Jesus Christ, by, yes, by heavenly law, they all must go to war and avenge me. My God tells me right now to tell you, that it would have been better for you not to have been born than to have offended one of his little ones. I am just one of seven little ones that you have offended. IT is not me, but you who should have better used your words more carefully, as I have chosen mine.

And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.

(New Testament | Mark 9:42)

You are the one who created all this mess. From the beginning I have been crying at your feet for help. I even went to your office for advice as per your counsel when I thought I was failing you. I approached you for help. You told me I was doing fine.

I emailed you to give you a background about me or in response to something. I may have given you more than enough to know me, but you claim it was unsolicited, like the typo of person that does not like to be bothered. Why do you teach if you can’t help? You gave me a stone cold stone or you did not respond. I then wrote murky words demanding you to help me correct my EL Niño Essay. I am paying for my education and I deserve it. As long as I am a student in good standing you are obligated, to give me advice or a piece of bread, or help, and instead you gave me a serpent. You sent the dogs against me, but I petted them and played with them.  And last but not least, as per your request in class, I sent you an essay in rough draft for correction, and a link of another I had published. The school related one was your concern, the others links I sent for whatever reason, and since your dogs did not bit me you sent against me your jackals, your wolves and scorpions to sting me. Thus fulfilling the killing of an innocent man.  You did against me what Christ enemies did to him. You treated me not as your student, but as an intruder, as a trouble maker, as a pest. Unless you repent and make amends, you’ve already earned a degree in hell and God will invite the guest and prepare the ceremony.

  If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone?  or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent? Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?

(New Testament | Luke 11:11 - 12)

In sum, I have been labeled erroneously, numbered with the infirm and the transgressors. They have discriminated me because of my legal disabilities and they have numbered me and labeled me with the transgressors or as an Isil Terrorist. I wrote it all before the fact, as a prophet. They broke more laws than I know how to count.  As a man child, I fell into the ill intent of a feline cat minded woman.

They at the school from hell have preemptively sentenced me to academic and moral death if no less. Had I been Jesus Christ, they would have crucified me just because I was mistaken with the transgressors; and because I write like the rich or the learned even when I am not. That is how they dug my grave. As a Seer, Apostle of Jesus Christ and prophet, I profess that I have walked the talk. I am more a professor than my English Composition professor. The very same way that I took off the seal of the FBI and the department of State when they tried to bite me like a mamba, like a wolverine, I therefore, have the right pull down and OWN HER TITLE as a professor.  I exceeded her professorial skills. Hence it is written of Christ and of me:

 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation?  for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.  And he made his death with the wicked, and with the rich in his grave; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

(Old Testament | Isaiah 53:4 - 9)

WHO hath believed our report?  and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

(Old Testament | Isaiah 53:1 - 2)

Flint Face

And this is how I Miguel Angel state my defense against her before my God, angels and these witnesses. Let him judge between me and her, and reward her good, deeds. I have not ill feeling against her. She is unworthy of anything but shame. I am just here as a reporter, a messenger. I forgive her if i sin not for doing so.  I live the final judgement and the vengeance to God. Godspeed his response.

The Lord GOD hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned.
The Lord GOD hath opened mine ear, and I was not rebellious, neither turned away back.
 I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not my face from shame and spitting. 

For the Lord GOD will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded: therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed.

He is near that justifieth me; who will contend with me?  let us stand together: who is mine adversary?  let him come near to me.

Behold, the Lord GOD will help me; who is he that shall condemn me?  lo, they all shall wax old as a garment; the moth shall eat them up.

Who is among you that feareth the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light?  let him trust in the name of the LORD, and stay upon his God.

Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks: walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks that ye have kindled.  This shall ye have of mine hand; ye shall lie down in sorrow.
(Old Testament | Isaiah 50:4 - 11)

As one having authority, I declare these things, humbly, nobly and boldly, and standing tall, as I prophesied with the my way video. and I do it in the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen. 

Go ahead, make my day

 Little Bill Daggett: "You'd be William Munny out of Missouri. Killer of women and children. 

Will Munny: "That's right. I've killed women and children. I've killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another. And I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned."

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  1. "I dreamed of Marlin Barlow, my English Composition teacher at Valencia College in Orlando, who in combination with others, she is looking to expel me from college as we speak for speech writing or freedom of speech and/or press. And something told me that she was cat minded. She appeared as a foolish black and white cat in my dream which I associated with her state of mind. I had that dream the same night after she abruptly shut me off and contradicted me during the day about my stand on morality issues. I don't know what morality sins she is hiding to be so adamant or enraged against me, but God knows. Then I searched, peradventure I may have insulted her when I wrote that about her and told her that in an out of class essay; and discovered that, the translation of the word “Mentecato” or cat minded from Spanish to English is Foolish or Idiot. I asked God if I had sinned and he just said that the prophet Job did the same thing about his own wife about his stand to live by God's laws; and that he did not sin. I know did not even voiced the word at her, but even if I did, I did not sin. And I maintain it. She is a foolish Idiot as per the word of God. If it is written in the dictionary and in holy writ, who can contradict it? Thus the scripture that was given to them in advance from God thru my hand in which God called me a Seer, a translator, a prophet and an apostle of Jesus Christ to the church was also fulfilled. They all think that I crazy or am paranoid schizophrenic by the things I see and hear and by the spirit against which I fight, but what can I say against it, so were labeled my predecessors. Can’t they see that, I war not against flesh and blood, but against spiritual principalities and powers entrenched in high places or in their minds and bodies whom they have absorbed by being condescending with sin; and yet these spirit are so entrenched in these people, that they claim that I am physically attacking them with my relentless train of words. The actions and the words that they use back against me, precipitate my sharp responses. I know who I am fighting, but they don’t who they are persecuting. I may not be paranoid schizophrenic after all, maybe is a false diagnosis and prognosis. I admit extreme sadness and anxiety for the perils and trials I face just like Job, and the deadly poisons I have been administered by ill-intentioned people who in vain have tried to silenced me before. I was fine before I went to school, yet it appears that my soul has been polluted and vexed by their company. I have absorbed their sins. Well says the Lord that darkens cover the world and gross darkness the minds of people, yet I am the one paying like the goat of sin in great grief, stripped of well-deserved honors for the chastisement of their peace.”

    In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

    (Old Testament | Job 2:10)