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The Sins That Cannot Be Absorbed by Love Power and Forgiveness, Part 1 of 3

2023-12-26
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No matter how much money you have, you can’t buy your freedom from those horrible hells. You can never get out. […] The thing is, it hurts me to know all this, to see all the hells – it’s much worse than what’s going on on this planet. Not to talk about, we have to fight climate change, to do everything to stop this globe – this beautiful world, beautiful Earth – from becoming an inferno or even obliterated. And your children, your grandchildren, your great-grandchildren will bathe in this fire. And you may be already old and already bathed in the same – worse in hell. […]

Hey, respected world leaders. Making war is fun for you. Yeah, why not? You will just watch the games, that war game on TV in your safe bunker or in your million-dollar, billion-dollar palaces where you’re safe and sound, and bodyguards and security men all surround you. The head that was severed is not yours. So, why worry? It is from some poor country’s kid. And the husband who died is not yours. It’s not you who died and left your wife behind. It is some poor soldiers, who you ordered to go into harm’s way. All this is fun for you. And then Sunday, you go to the church, and you confess to so many priests with an easy sum of money, and your sin will be wiped away, as if God could be bribed with your blood-bills. By the hands of the priests that might have choked another kid the night before for some of his lowly sexual desires.

You will match all that and if you ever have a chance to go to Heaven, you will report to God, “I killed many of Your little children.” You think that’s the way you should live your life? Go ahead, nobody can stop you. You have almost, like, limitless taxpayers’ money to go and burn in war. You care not that millions of your co-citizens have to worry about the next meal, or where they would earn some little money tomorrow morning to pay for their gas, which is skyrocketing right now because some people control the gas, using that as strangulating weapons – not just bombs and bullets. It’s all fun games for you. But for the real people, it’s not fun. They pay you. They pay you exceedingly a lot. And you use that money, that power, to kill other humans instead. I don’t know how to pray for you anymore. I don’t know how to tell God about any reason that Hes should forgive you. I have no more excuses to tell God to pardon you. I have no more words to beg God to consider taking you up to Heaven after your breath leaves your body behind.

Oh man, one will shudder thinking of what you have to bear in hell, but we can’t reason with you. We can’t even pray for you. Our words don’t come out in proper prayers because we know deep down that God will not listen to any excuses for a person who has been pampered and privileged in so many ways. So rich beyond measure, and uses all that privilege, takes all the money of the countries just to burn in war. Burn people’s houses; burn children’s bodies, alive even; burn away the husbands, burn away the wives who are supposed to live under one roof together with their children, bringing them to school, building up their future, taking them to the park, watching them swim in the sea, happy, happy together. That’s no more, under your dictatorship.

The houses that burned down to the ground with all the possessions in it, is not your house. The field that’s been laden with many bombs in it, is not your field. It’s some poor farmers’ who rely on that to give themselves survival means and to share with the whole world, whoever needs. No matter how much they lost, it’s not your loss. The field that’s laden with mines and bombs is not yours, so you don’t care that the farmer would go out to tend his field and is just blown into pieces. You don’t care because you “will always” have food and the best ever food! But that’s what you think. You never know – if the war comes into your country, you may be one of the victims. Not to talk about hell’s waiting for you.

And every day, the devils will grind you into a dust-like substance. Then relentlessly repeat it again, again and again! And you can never stop; you can never run anywhere for I don’t know how long – could be forever. Because your sin is too great to be absorbed by any merciful Power. They will just spit it out. I mean, the stuff like what you have done, the sins like what you have created, can never be absorbed by Love Power, Forgiveness. Very difficult. I don’t know if, even if you repent, your sins will be immediately absorbed and destroyed or not. But at least you should try. Try all your might to stop the war, not try all your might to continue or create a new one. No one can help you then, if you continue to create suffering for others.

The market that’s selling things will be all blasted by your bomb. You could not care less because you will always have food. You are the leader. There are always people who serve you, who give you everything you need, just at your fingertips. All you have to do is just push a button and whatever you want in the whole world, no matter how far, it will come to you. And if you lose this house, you will have another palace somewhere else. But that’s what you think. God has other plans sometimes, and it will surprise you. All these things that you measure out, dish out to innocent victims, will come back to you, manifold, maybe even in your lifetime already. You remember, in Russia, the top one of the war gurus who advised the president about all kinds of inside strategies for the war. Then, his daughter was just killed on the street like other victims of war!

“Media Report from CBS News – Aug. 22, 2022, Reporter: Cell phone video said to show the fireball from the car bomb on the outskirts of Moscow. Dead at the scene, Daria Dugina, daughter of influential ultra nationalist Alexander Dugin, an outspoken supporter for the war in Ukraine. The target is believed to have been Dugin himself, a man often described as ‘Putin’s brain.’”

It could be your daughter next. That could be the medicine, your own medicine, to taste. And even if it has not happened yet, I think you can imagine how bitter it could be.

I’m just a fragile old woman, like many of the women in your war. I don’t have any weapons to go out there to protect anyone. No match for your power of destruction. I can only feel sorry for the helpless innocent children, widows, young handsome men, elderly, dog-, cat-, cow-, bird-, and pig-people… who are murdered or maimed or disabled by your weapons of destruction. I think God doesn’t want to hear me anymore, no matter how often I pray, no matter how much I pour my heart out, in pain and love for the suffering humanity at large. I think God doesn’t want to hear any of us anymore. But I’m still trying.

I think whatever I said, most people don’t understand. They don’t listen, even though it’s so simple, as if a five-year-old kid could understand. Because they just talk, talk – they learn from school how to talk. They learn from the Internet how to talk, but they don’t understand. They don’t even practice what they talk. Even their own talk, they won’t practice. They don’t understand much about it. They say, “I love you,” but they don’t mean it. They don’t even know what love is. So it’s kind of useless talking to you. So go ahead, make war then. Because you choose to live wickedly, destructively. But you just don’t know how sorry I feel for you. Because you will be punished beyond imagination, alone in hell, only with the devils. Nobody will hear you, nobody will help you.

No matter how much money you have, you can’t buy your freedom from those horrible hells. You can never get out. Of course, you don’t believe me because you don’t see it. The thing is, it hurts me to know all this, to see all the hells – it’s much worse than what’s going on on this planet. Not to talk about, we have to fight climate change, to do everything to stop this globe – this beautiful world, beautiful Earth – from becoming an inferno or even obliterated. And your children, your grandchildren, your great-grandchildren will bathe in this fire. And you may be already old and already bathed in the same – worse in hell.

There’re not many words I can say, because not many will listen. I’m grateful to God that I still am alive and can try my best with the hope to rescue this world. But I’m old enough already. Many people die younger than my age. So even if I die, I have nothing to regret. Except that I am not powerful enough, do not have time enough in my lifetime to destroy all this karma that guys like you created, and dragged more innocent, beautiful people into it – into your war – and then created bad karma for themselves also. All adds up to make karma immeasurable, which could engulf and destroy this world! They also have to bear some punishment. Maybe much less than yours, but still – they don’t deserve that. But what to do? They are in your hands. They don’t have much power. Most have nowhere to go. And if they open their mouths, you will stuff it. And you will drag them, throw them in jail.

My God. What for you go to the church? Because you don’t understand anything about God’s teaching. And that priest in the church, I doubt if he even understands anything either. I don’t know what hell you came from, but you will be back there soon. We don’t live on this planet forever. But we might be in that hell forever. And this time, it’s for real. Oh, dear God, please protect the innocent victims of these evil leaders.

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