A Better Way
July 11, 1997
"Precious Child, it is I, Master Jesus. I honor your
self-discipline to get these messages out. The hour draws
near, My Child, when you shall be hunted like an animal for
writing the truth. But, have no fear. For, none shall lay
hand on you until I say your work is finished.
Now, My Child, you find yourself upon this Mountain, most
beautiful, indeed. Take the hand of Kikiara, The Keeper of
the Book of Life, and descend the steep path. You will come
to a cavern across your path, and rushing currents, but do
not worry. For, you have the most adept angel to carry you;
and remember My Child; you have The Power of God. This Power
will remove boulders from your path, even mountains. Now, go
and record as given."
"My Lord, I descend now, aware of this very tall
angel, with eyes of fire, attired fully in white. This angel
is just to my right, and slightly behind. These rocks are
slippery, My Lord. I am falling on them. I am sliding down
this path over very slippery rocks. A slimy goo like that of
algae is clinging to me."
"Curse it, Child, curse it."
" Hada, esheo, hada." It is translated,
"You melt and fade as nothing." Then, I see all of
it disappear at once and I know that it was one of
Satans tricks. At once, a most unusual red flower
springs up on one of the rocks. These are very tall rocks and
smooth, where no flower could grow. But, one springs up with
great roots, which pour over the top of the huge boulder.
This small flowering plant quickly grows into a large tree.
It becomes tall and bushy with many red flowers and a thick
A door appears in the tree. A cuckoo bird hops out, and
sings, "Cuckoo, cuckoo." Then, the
"cuckoo" sound dissolves into gibberish, as if many
voices are speaking at once. "Hayi heshno, ashidi."
This is translated, "I curse you to ashes." And,
the tree dissolves into gray ashes.
I see ahead on the path a dark overhang. It is made of
rocks and hangs over the path like a cave. "My Lord, I
know this is The Devils den, and I do not cherish going
"Then, Child, go not through it. Use the Power of
God, and go over it."
"My Lord, how shall I do this?"
"Reach in your pocket, Child, for a small set of
controls. Just push the control, which says, up,
and The Power of God shall take you over this trap."
"So, I reach for the controls, and when I find them,
I pushed, up. I travel up and over the path. The
Mountain breeze is cool and refreshing. I soar over great
mountains, valleys and wide, swift streams, suddenly aware of
wearing my Son-glasses, and carrying in my left hand a small,
square, lunch box, something like a child would carry to
school. "My Lord, what is this lunch box for?"
"Child, this shall feed you, as your journey shall be
long. When I tell you, take out and eat what is therein; and
it will empower you as you tire."
"My Lord, I see The Square. I know I am headed back
to The Vatican."
"Yes, Child, for many pictures remain."
"My Lord, this must be the most evil place on the
"My Child, tis one of many."
"Now, stop there on the wall. Sit and watch below,
and take out the pear and eat of it."
"My Lord, I am eating this pear. It is most juicy and
delicious. The juice is pouring from it, and dripping onto my
hands and clothes. Everywhere it touches, it radiates white
light. I see that my body is glowing, My Lord, my hands are
glowing. Even my head is glowing."
" Tis so, Child. This is food from above to
nourish you, for your energies are low."
" I keep chewing, My Lord, but it just doesnt
go away. The pear just builds in my mouth."
"When I tell you, Child, spit it out on the worker
you see below, sweeping the square."
"As you say, My Lord."
"Child, look through your microscopic eyes at this
man, do you recognize him?"
"No, My Lord."
"Look at the sign on his back. What does it
"My Lord, it says, Frank Sinatra. Frank
Sinatra is sweeping The Vatican."
"In what way, My Lord?"
"Spit it out, My Child, on his head, and you will
"My Lord, I spit it, but it only bounced off his
head, as a hard ball and it caused him to split in
" Tis so, Child. And what do you see now?"
"My Lord, it is a semblance of Porky Pig. He has a
cookie sheet, which had sausage, as there are remnants, but
no sausage. He holds it up and turns it over. A few sausage
crumbs fall out along with a few drops of grease."
"My Child, look at the grease spots."
"I see them, My Lord. This Porky look-alike has
turned into Mr. Sinatra. He is busy scrubbing, trying to
clean up the grease spots."
"Look, Child at these grease spots, and follow them
all the way into The Vatican and beyond. Do not step on them,
just follow them."
"Then, My Lord, I shall use The Power of God to fly
above them, as I do not wish to walk near them. Is there a
contol button so I might be able to fly over these spots?
Where are the controls, My Lord?"
"Nay, I do not wish you to fly above. You must walk
alongside. Precious One, your controls are gone nowhere. They
are in your left hand."
"My Lord, I do see."
"Then, hop from the wall and follow these spots. The
angel is beside you."
"My Lord, I am down here. I see these spots, which
looked so small from above, but they are actually huge. The
pig is scrubbing mightily, but he cannot get them up. They
have become like amber, but much darker. He scrubs them
furiously with a wide flat broom but only scratches them. My
Lord, what are these spots?"
"In what way are they sin?"
"Child, take the control, point it at the large spot
behind the pig, and cause it to open."
"I am doing this, My Lord, and I see a stairway going
down somewhere. Mr. Sinatra, maybe twenty years of age, is
following this stairway down."
"My Lord, I see people drinking, smoking, partying,
and gambling. Then, someone drops a pitcher of beer onto the
floor, and as it hits the floor, it starts a fire. Flames are
leaping high, but few notice. I see only one woman, who is
running hither and yon, shouting. She is the one, who dropped
the beer. She is dressed like a Las Vegas showgirl or like a
Playboy bunny without the tail. She is wearing fishnet
stockings and high-heeled shoes. She has something on her
right wrist. It is a cuff only of a shirt, which is for
decor. This cuff has a cufflink, and it looks like a Lapis
Lazuli stone is set in it. My eyes are called to this blue
and white stone. I do not know why. The fire spreads up the
legs of this woman, and burns off her stockings. She drops
something, My Lord."
"I have it. It is a picture."
"Go into the picture, Child."
"My Lord, I have stepped into the picture and I am
here in the study of The Pope. I see Pope John Paul II
talking to someone, who is seated on a sofa beside him. He
hands this person something, which she puts into her
"Child, whom does he talk with?"
"My Lord, I cannot make out the face. But it looks a
bit like Cinderella."
"Are you certain?"
"Look at her feet."
"I see them, My Lord."
"The tops of the shoes open up. Open them and take
out the papers from both shoes."
"My Lord, I open the left shoe from the top and I
take out the paper. It is at first only a blank sheet of
paper. But, now I see that it has one black spot in the
center. This black spot spreads and becomes a red spot, which
consumes the whole page. The paper is now soaked with this
red substance, which drips from the paper. This red substance
looks like blood, and it is dripping onto the floor. My Lord,
it falls to the feet of this woman, and is making a
"Get the paper now from the other shoe."
"My Lord, I have it. It is a very sticky paper, and
hard to open."
"Curse the sticky part. You know who put it
"Hayi heshno odi." It translates, " I curse
you to nothingness." As the sticky part vanishes, My
Lord, I see Joan Crawford, standing in front of a mirror at a
very old dresser, one reminiscent of the 40s or 50s."
"What is she doing, Child?"
"My Lord, she takes something from a drawer. It is a
"She shoots a man in the heart, and kills him."
"My Lord, she puts him in a trunk under her bed,
locks him up and hides him. She then goes to the window and
opens the window. I see her looking out at the ocean. It
looks like there is a thatched roof. I see straw hanging down
"What more do you see?"
"My Lord, I see her put on a hat with a single
feather. She pulls the trunk out the door and into the night.
She drags it across the beach and goes out into the waves
with it. The tide is going out, and she sends the body out
into the dark waters. Then she gets out of the water, puts
sand between her hands and rubs them together. I hear her
say, I am done with that bastard. My lord, this
is an awful thing. Did she actually kill someone?"
"Why did no one look for this?"
"Then, why did they not find that it was she?"
"No evidence to speak of."
"Not that they could find."
"My Lord, what am I looking at here with this man
trying to clean up in The Square, then the trip down the
stairs, then Sinatra partying, then The Pope with this
"I shall tell you, My Child, but first let us go back
to The Pope in the study. Who stands beside this woman with
"My Lord, I see a man behind this woman, who is Joan
Crawford. He is not looking at her, and he is not looking at
the pope. But he is holding onto the back of the couch behind
Joan Crawford, gripping it with a great strength. His grip is
so strong that his knuckles are turning white. He looks out
the window and he cries. He says, My poor baby. I want
"Child, who is this man?"
"My Lord, I do not know. He is dressed in a dark suit
with a black and green plaid vest. His shoes are black and
white. They are clown shoes. The toes are very big and
inflated in size. My Lord, he also has a very big, red clown
nose and is crying big tears. These tears are falling down on
the head of Cinderella/Joan Crawford and are melting this
Cinderella appearance. Her head, her dress, everything is
gone now, melted. It looks like the wicked witch of the West
has taken the place of Cinderella. I see her now in a
basement area. There is no one there but her, and she is
standing before a black potbelly wood burning stove. She is
steadily feeding wood into this stove. The fire is blazing
hot, but she just keeps on pouring in the wood. She is all
dressed in black, and her teeth are dripping blood. I see, My
Lord, that each block of wood is hollow."
"Go there, Child. There is a written message in the
piece of wood now in her hand. Take it out, and read the
"I have it, My Lord, and I open it up. On the piece
of paper, I see only this Porky pig look-a-like out in The
Square with a broom, trying to clean up spots."
"Look below, Child, and read the message."
"My Lord, it says, I am a murderer of innocent
women and children."
"Who is a murderer, My Lord, and what does this
"My Child, you are in The Inner Sanctum of the pope
"But, My Lord, he professes no birth control and
large families. He is against abortions. This, he
"My Child, he speaks lies."
"Why, My Lord, would he go before the masses and urge
people toward these large families?"
"To deceive them."
"How, My Lord?"
"Who sits with the pope?"
"Well, it is Joan Crawford, the murderer, and someone
I do not know."
"Child, this one you do not know is the hidden voice
of Joan Crawford, the clown."
"My Lord, how was she a clown? I do not
"Child, do you see the wicked stepmother there in the
carriage, going to The Ball?"
"Yes, My Lord, I do. And, beside her is Joan
Crawford, looking like Cinderella."
"But is she Cinderella?"
"No, My Lord, she is the wicked witch. But how does
this make her a clown?"
"The inner self, the hidden self, is dressed in
black. It is evil. It wears a vest of black and green close
to her heart. The green represents money. The black
represents death. The clown has a red nose, as it belongs to
the Red Dragon. The clown has white shoes, as this is the
foot she wished to put forward
a white pure foot. Yet,
it was a foot, adorned with black in parts, as she could not
hide her true self from those, who knew her."
"But, My Lord, why is she talking to the pope?"
"For forgiveness, Child?"
"But, My Lord, surely she had no religious
"Oh, she had religious connections!"
"With The Pope, My Lord?"
"With his kind."
"What do you mean, With his kind?"
"They serve the same master."
"So, she did not actually go to The Vatican?"
"She did not need to."
"How is this?"
"Satans temple is everywhere."
"Why do you show me this?"
"To show you, My Child, that the most unlikely ones
serve the same master."
"And, what of Frank Sinatra and the pig scrubbing and
the drinking and the smoking and gambling? And who is the
cocktail waitress, who started the fire?"
"Do you remember what happens to the fat? That the
fat burns, for it has participated in the taking of innocent
"Yes, My Lord, but how does this relate to Mr.
Sinatra? How has he participated in the taking of innocent
"Through his hidden works, Child."
"Like what, My Lord?"
"Pornography and prostitution."
"I have never seen this."
"Nay, you would not."
"My Lord, he has presented a certain image to the
"Child, do you believe you are naive?"
"My Lord, I am in certain ways."
"Go to Mr. Sinatra there at the table in the bar.
Take the knife from his pocket. Open it up and read what is
written on the blade."
"My Lord, I have a large knife with a pearl handle. I
open it and on one side it says, I kill, and on
the other side it says, innocent women and
"Child, look at Mr. Sinatra. What do you see?"
"My Lord, I see someone with thick, black, slicked
back hair. His fingernails are long and look like knives. He
is chewing something and smacking as he chews. It is a ball
of something. I do not think it is gum. He is fully dressed
in black with a little bit of tan trim along the front where
his shirt buttons and along the edge of the fly of his pants.
His shoes also look like clown shoes, with big black toes.
But the heels are missing in the back part of the shoes. I
see drops of bright, red blood on his shoes, My Lord, which
are dripping from the knives/fingernails. His teeth are
white, but his mouth is like one, big black cavern."
"Look in the cavern. What do you see?"
"My Lord, I see blackness with a few twinkling
"Go on in."
"I will as you ask me, My Lord, but this is no joy,
as it is foul in here. The fumes are awful. They are burning
"Take the white handkerchief from your pocket. Cover
your nose, and you will no longer smell it."
"Yes, My Lord, I am fine, now."
"What do you see?"
"My Lord, I am shining this light as it is so dark in
here. I see bats hanging from the roof of his mouth."
"A fountain of a black liquid is gurgling from his
throat. It looks like black ink."
"Touch this ink.
"It is greasy."
"What more, Child?"
"My Lord, it is sticky. It sticks to my fingers like
thick glue. I cannot get it off."
"Curse it, Child."
"Hayi heshno odi." I curse you to nothingness.
Then, it disappears from my hands and from around me. The
inside of the mouth becomes a light tan, still with twinkling
stars. Yet, the black spring still gurgles. And, the fumes
still pour forth from the spring. "My Lord, tell me what
all this means."
"Child, you are seeing the inner Frank Sinatra, not
the outer image. You have heard of his underground
connections. But, they go far deeper than what you know: into
prostitution, gambling, drugs and other vices. The woman, who
dropped the pitcher of beer near the table of Frank Sinatra,
was the woman of prostitution. She dropped the beer and it
caught fire, as he was engaged in the spreading of the vices
of liquor and gambling through the underworld. His
connections through this spread like fire and grew to include
drugs. Do you see that he looks like a gangster all dressed
in black with thick black hair? The state of his soul is
black, devoid of My Light. His shoes look like clown shoes,
and he would have you believe he is pristine."
"My Lord, how is he a clown?"
"He dances a jig for Satan with his black shoes. The
backs are out of the shoes, as he has a very large hole in
his image before the public. He is a clown, because he is an
act. People see through this hole in his makeup, but he is
blind to what others see and know. His clothes are black, as
he is evil through and through, save it be the small border
along the front of his shirt, and fly/"
"What is this border, My Lord?"
"My Child, this tan border has to do with image. It
has been carefully sewn into these places to create an image
of caring. Along the opening of his shirt just outside the
buttons, to project an image of I would give you the
shirt off my back, and along the fly to mean, I
would give you my own pants. Even this, Child, is tan. It is
not white, as the motive is not pure. It is good but for
show. Therefore, it is seen for what it is, something added
to, something sewn on the exterior of his shirt. My Child,
his hands have knives, which drip blood on his shoes, as his
works have caused numerous people to die. The pearl-handled
knife is a utensil. It is pearl on the outside to show good
intentions, works done to show good. But, if you look beneath
the surface, you will see that through his works with the
mob, he has killed many innocent women and children."
"My Lord, how?"
"Through alcohol, drugs, prostitution, pornography,
and even kiddy porn and abortions. This is how, My Child.
This kind of thing The Mob does."
"My Lord, this is very sad, as this man is
"Yea, My Child, for it is one soul to hell."
"My Lord, is this man one of the Ring Leaders, who
never gets out of The Lake?"
"He is not, My Child. For, much of what he has done
has been through ignorance, and he has taken such bait as
that offered by The Pope. Child, there are many, many, who
will end up in hell, because they have traded their souls for
power and fame. Most of these are lost, My Child. They hear
the call of the worldly, and begin to worship money and
material. They become lost and know not why. I do not fault
the ignorant, My Child. But, I hold great judgment against
one, who knows truth, who knows me, and casts me aside for a
life with Satan. Child, the punishment for this one is much
more severe. Now, My Child, I do hope you understand why
reincarnation is a necessary thing. Child, look at The Lake
of Fire, what do you see?"
"My Lord, I see many, many souls in great agony. Many
are cursing you. Some are weeping. Now and then, My Lord, I
see one say, God help me. Then to this one, I see
an angel throw a life vest, and I see this one pulled up to
the top of a dark mountain and given something to drink. Now
and then, My Lord, I see one of these weeping being led to
the door by this one, who gives the drink. The door says,
"God is The Way Out."
"Tis so, My Child. It is not my desire to have
any suffer more than what they need. But, you must remember,
My Child, that a rebellious spirit is un-teachable, save it
be through trial and error. And, this is a very long
"So, My Lord, those who are the most rebellious will
have many difficult roads?"
" Tis so. For, they must be broken of self
will, that a higher will can bring them to a better way. The
way of the material is the way of destruction--here today and
gone tomorrow. The way of My Spirit, My Way, The Higher Way,
is eternal. Child, ones journey is about recognition of
me as Lord of Earth. It is also about evolution of the soul
to higher, more purified levels.
Child, I cannot and will not wave a magic wand and cause
negative parts of you to dissolve. Satan waves the magic
wand. I bring you along the rocky roads of self until these
are purified through My Light. This is not overnight as many
in religious circles would have you believe. Child, this
involves a great desire to walk a narrow course and it is
great work to stay on the course.
The grease spots you see in The Vatican can never be
cleansed with a broom. Neither, can The Pope wave a magic
wand. But, I will give you, each of you, the soap and water
of My Word; and you will do your part.
I am Jesus. I am Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."
As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 11th day of July,
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