Seem To See All Technology In The Sink, As To Wash Dishes,

  -America's Blood Guiltiness, Cataclysmic Sentence 2001-2017, Now, Do

https://youtu.be/IkXSOB9Q3d8

     -Thank God, Pastor Breaker The Bride Taken In A Flash, We Have The Signs, And Know The Month and The Year,  We Know, Jesus Is Here, The Bride, This Nano Second Away From Marriage Supper And Mansions In Heaven. All Hail To The Bride Now Reigning In Heaven, Readying The Stone Cut Out Without Hands, Hallelujah I, Apostle Say...Stay/Stand Your Ready!

Seven Whole Days To Ten, An End Hath Come

     -dutchsinse prediction, Apostle's 99 bowls of Molten Lava, even that all schools be finished, (see school fall break), is not a miss, see Rev. 2:10, be, stay alert you guys. The Intrepid dream timetable, America's D-day, Come, The West Pacific, By Something Described Lately As A Noah's Cousin, Is Dec. 25th 2001 Until 190 months, Oct.7th/10th 2017, this is not a miss! Beware, Apb, www.thejuttahseptennial15.blogspot.com

    -Seen To Be Seeing, 09/27/2017, That It Is Into The Sink, This Wash With Modern Technology, That Cataclysmic, Finishing 190 Years Of It Into Islamic/Antichrist World Rule, see more here,

http://missionbutterfly17.blogspot.com/2017/10/i-say-i-love-you-you-say-how-flattering.html

Seven Whole Days, Not A Word From You, Seven Whole Days, I’m About To Be Through, www.2015jesuscomeknocking.blogspot.com

     -Seen to be seeing, 09/27/2017, the breaking in of all programming of breaking national to international news, seen to be seeing, technology in the sink, as one is to wash dishes, there's a seizure, upon all three corners, beware, Apb

    -May Be It's Not Yellowstone After All, Or A Nuclear Kim, Maybe It's Noah's Cousin, Either, Or, It Can't Be Good! www.intrepiddream2001.blogspot.com

     -Sadly as in as heartbreaking I can't help but feel Chris, we're looking for our enemy in all the wrong places, and there it is our own reflective fears, there the mirror image. Harsh, I know, as straight talk as Elohim God portraying to only a babe in Christ His Own Mirror Reflection, serve Him or hate Him, none in this world would believe it. God so loved the world, God so commended His Love toward us, God, jeopardizing ancient of things put on Flesh and by His Only Begotten Son, saved us. Only here, His reflection is one with His Throne, the same One Jesus reign and sat on, this, our blood intercessor, only reflected here, as having it's back at us, as having it's back at us!
     -Ears, eyes, heart to make our all anew, gloriously, all dormant unless we hear the Holy Spirits most urgent cry, that all the more verifying we have never, ever been able to do this without God. Thus the blessed assurance so resounding, get ye to repentant alters, God is avenging martyred blood, no flesh will stand, we need Jesus' blood sacrifice, as surely as we need to be born again. Inconceivable, an outbreak of mortuary is upon us, our only cure is a blessed heart to blood transfusion, only those the victim of sin, are those side to side, back to front blind spots in darken mirrors, sorely distracted. Clearly, Jesus said, light hath come, but so has the American Dream, by Jesus the Light, darkness fades, thirst, hunger, death and pain is no more, we pound out guns into pruning shears.

     -Simultaneously, by our own designed illusions, our own righteousness, we can't see the true enemy even while it reflects this, our marred image. Blindness is sweet, all the American Dream, only walking by faith/fate do we see as the days of old, the prophets and apostle's of Christ, can't you with me,  just see Jesus looking at those evil, religious leaders. Those accusing God of transgressing His Own Laws, destroy this temple, I have overcome this world, no stone of any rebellious nation will be left stacked up. The heathen raging, obviously cursed, can't for the forest of conspiracies see, blind to his own approaching enemy.

     -Assuredly as it is the beginning of the man dressed in Linen, swearing by the heavens' now times, times and half, timeline, Apostle John's witnessed, equally it is the Great Angel of Revelation, hands raised toward these same heavens, crying aloud, without end, there will be time no longer, blessed oh blessed is the one who come in the name of Lord, blessed oh blessed is the sounding of the Seventh Angel, Amen!.