FALL of AMERICA


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IRAQUI ISIS REFUGEES

Here is my response to the latest Hagman & Hagman Report radio broadcast. I highly respect the knowledge and insight you all share with us.
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The body of Christ, today and (all throughout Biblical history), has taken a Que Sera Sera“ attitude. It really saddens me that few pastors recognize the need for total and drastic act of repentance and a 180 degree turnaround. This happened because of the lukewarm Christian influences of our parents and grandparents who should have changed the course of our nation by opposing the evil trend and the aggressive advances of the atheistic. They succeeded in the banning of prayer in schools and the passing of the Roe VS Wade bill.

All this has precipitated more and more rampant immorality, sex-trafficking, the casual and unprecedented murder of unborn children, pornography and every other abomination condemned by Yahweh God in the law He gave to Moses. We’ve habitually shirked the responsibility to confront and deal with personal and corporate sin, with no concern about the consequences which will affect our children and grandchildren/ We shouldn’t be concerned about loss of our material possessions when the Tsunami of chastisement comes, but breaking covenant with our Holy and gracious Heavenly Father. We have slapped Him in His face with our disrespect and hatred..

For the life of me, I wonder where is compassion and concern for the next generation? Many of us will be dead and/or in glory, enjoying the perfection of heaven, but what about our precious children and grandchildren. I ask all you married men. It is your responsibility as commanded by God to nurture and protect the interests and safety of your wives and children. I pray Holy Spirit will convict every Christian man in America to start fasting and praying in your heavenly language so Holy Spirit will guide your choices as turbulent economic, social and terrestrial changes threatens to transform our lives as we know it today. No doom and gloom here, just analyzing and reminding everyone.

2 Chron. 7:14, If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

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God’s “true” children are more than able to impact and change the direction and destiny of this nation, but there are many pious “macho” pastors who delight to see the chastisement and annihilation of the American people), which includes precious children, the elderly, disabled and “good” non-believers). Other brethren who are buried in temporal and tangible endeavors, lusts and/or of activities which have no beneficial value to humanity,(or to their families and communities) have little interest in God’s modern prophets dire warnings to repent and change our ways!

aftermath of HiroshimaAmerica could soon look like this picture of Hiroshima after the first atomic bomb hit. This time, Iran, China or Russia would be glad to be the first to nuke  an American city.
I watch, with great sorrow and anxiety for some inkling of resolve by the church to shift the degree of severity and totality of the approaching tempest. Just research what is happening with Greece . We are next! Why am I so passionate to share this with the body of Christ? Because Jehovah desires mercy and not judgement.

Hosea: 6:6 Therefore I have hewn them in pieces by the prophets; I have slain them by the words of My mouth; And the judgments on you are like the light that goes forth. 6For I delight in loyalty rather than sacrifice, And in the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings. 7But like Adam they have transgressed the covenant; There they have dealt treacherously against Me.…

Many ask, “How could a loving God be so cruel? Why would God punish with such unquenchable wrath and completeness,”?

The main problem with us is we’ve had so many blessings, are so wealthy and have everything imaginable at our disposal that we believe in that “entitlement” mentality. Our godly forefathers waged a great warfare and paid a great price for our emancipation from the tyranny of England’s monarchy.

I happen to love America, as also my dearest friend, Pastor Augusto Perez shared on His blog radio broadcast. We are both of Latino descent and from the “old” school of life. Augusto’s’ father had to take his family quickly to escape the threatening tyranny of Fidel Castro in Cuba, when he took office on February 16, 1959..Fidel’s ruthless coup d’etat crushed any idea of Cuban families to live and enjoy their former lives! .

In comparison, my father, Teofilo Ferrer Cepeda, a dark-skinned, soft-spoken Puerto-Rican and gifted entrepreneur, sought to give his family a better life in America. He came from a dirt poor background, teaching himself fine skills in graphic art and design. His faith and dreams were rewarded by the great God, Jehovah that he faithfully served, My father taught us to revere the earth God gave us, to have integrity and love hard work. He believed that when attaining wealth or provision through honest, hard work, God would reward.

God ordained work and Adam and Eve were encourage to tend the Garden of Eden. Honest hard work, living withing ones means and appreciation of every blessing and provision seems to be a lost art.

I keep hearing my brethren declare, “God is in control.” And yes He is, but He has also given His people and everyone on earth the responsibility and privilege of choice. The body of Christ can choose whether to say “Whatever, Lord” and make no effort to provide for the widows, the orphans and the broken and set the precedence of righteousness and justice for the oppressed. That neglect is what has brought our Holy and righteous Father to the edge of boiling rage… and that volcano of rage is about to explode!

If only pastors and shepherds would follow the lead of the great Biblical leaders, like Moses, Nehemiah, Ezra and King Jehoshaphat who incepted great reformation and revival during their tenures.It is imperative that God’s modern prophets sound the trumpet and warn the people, but we should have sought first God and studied Nehemiah’s model and direction.

The hour is late. God only knows if America will be here tomorrow.Not

Note: to my loyal readers, please forgive  the typos and errors on my latest post. Something strange has happened ALL day, myriad distractions, and especially this wordpress program seems to have a mind of its own! After going back to read my post, I was horrified to find fragmented sentences, misspellings, and grammar errors, after  wordpress was supposed to recognize and have the typos in RED I don’t know what’s going on, but this looks very bad for an accomplished writer. I hope tthis time, you have a better-edited  revision. Shalom!

MOD PROPHET MESSAGES


MOD PROPHET  Cd is a prophetic work of messages to this generation. At no time in history have we ever lived in such uncertainty, chaos and change. The old testament has already depicted the warnings of our patriarchs/ prophets such as Ezekiel,  Isaiah, Daniel as the watchmen of their time and I feel that I should also warm this generation. My prayer is that whoever listen to my music will understand that I’m not called to entertain with repeated hooky refrains but to speak those things which grieve our Father God.

If America does not acknowledge her sin and apathy, she will also be led into captivity, just as God’s people the JEWS. The fall will be great and many will die. I know God is merciful and there is still time to turn away from murdering unborn babies in the womb, accepting bribes, perverting justice  and editing out of our constitution God’s Holy and matchless name.

May you heed to call and spread the word that we are creat to glorify our Maker, not to glorify unrighteous and unholy things

TESTOSTERONE, LOGIC & INTUITION

Driving, pulsing, raging hormones. Blinders keep perception locked in.
Gotta move quickly, got to beat that clock, cause if you don’t, you will never win..

Graceful intervention, nurturing instinct, poetry in motion swaying in the breeze.
She drapes her love around her inner circle, but the men thinks she’s a sexy tease.

Why can’t the woman and the man work together…to make a better world.
He says this and she says that. It’s his way or the highway and that is that.
She wants to compromise cause she’s got a hunch,
there’s more to this situation that meets the eyes.

In Eden God created man and woman. Took her from the man’s own flesh.
Give him a helper suitable to love and cherish, so that their souls would mesh.

Clashing wills and ego, anger undulating etched in stone.
There’s gotta be compassionate compromise To make a happy home

BRAND NEW BEAUTIFUL
I like the way you look and the way you talk,
the flash of your smile and the way you talk.
But there’s more to me than visual chemistry
So ya better think straight and embrace your spirituality.

Let me tell ya that Jesus will save your soul,  yeah,
you’ll get a new agenda,  He’ll make a new way.
If your life was empty it’ll be brand  new,
you’ll be a new beauty. He’s waiting for you.

Pretty faces on the covers of the magazines.
If you don’t look that you wont get far.
Gotta go to the gym get a body like a movie star
but no one has the time of day to fix a broken heart.

Ever wonder why the world is such a mess.
Nobody care to look inside..
Latching on to everything that outward satisfies.
They just want to jump on and take a ride..
It s all a game to see who’s best
Doesn’t matter who is swept aside,
But there’s a holy standard set by the holy one
and it’s not based on looks or a cool facade.

I keep Falling  September 18. 2008

In and out of lucid deception.
The old man keeps creeping in.
He doesn’t know how much I hate Him,
Cause he keeps me tethered to my mortal sin.

This tug of war has spanned the decades,
But I’m staunch in my convictions.
You’ve told me many times that on my freedom there’s no condemnation or restrictions

But I keep falling,
Falling far from you.
I keep falling, turning black and blue
I keep falling, falling far from you. I keep falling.

So once I again. I lay here prostrate
Begging for a holy cure.
But these wounds of shame keep reappearing,
Am I still saved? Right now, I’m not so sure.

So I press on in perseverance,
Call upon your name and wait for You.
You send reinforcements, my holy angels.
I’m so empowered, reignited thru & thru

Whenever I’m falling, Falling far from you.
Whenever I’m falling, turning black and blue,
Whenever I’m falling, Falling far from you.
Whenever I’m falling, you pick me up. I follow through and through.

POLICING THE OTHER

Scrutinizing every action. You look too hard for your biased meaning.
Policing every nuance of conversation, body language and love’s destination.

So you know that deep inside I got somethin’ good,
you’re a little bit jealous you wanna steal it away

Well you better think hard the way you should.
Release that power in your life, change it from night to day.
Live and let live, live and let live

Making mountains out of molehills. You stand your ground as if it were life and death.
Everybody’s wrong and you’re so right.  It don’t matter as long as you get your way.
So you know that deep inside I got somethin’ good, You’re a little bit jealous you wanna steal it away.
Well you better think hard, the way you should, release that power in your life, change it from night to day.

He that is without sin cast the first stone
Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God

COUP D’ETAT?

How many are your words upon the earth, You set the stars up in the sky.
You gave me everything I need to win this war. I don’t need to beg or cry.

Stand Up, Turn around, stand your ground,  Stand up, turn around, stand your ground.

Am I annihilated by my foe? Is this coup d’état my final fate?
But You said I am more than a conqueror,
No weapon formed against me shall prevail

It doesn’t matter what I have it’s how I use it.
My sword unseen, a holy war I wage.
It only matters that I speak & so believe it,
With clean hands & heart & mine, You’ll engage….

ARMCHAIR  QUARTERBACKS   FEB 06

I’M SO TIRED OF THIS SEETHING WORLD
PEOPLE RUSHIN’ ABOUT WITH THEIR ISSUES UNFURLED.
THEY  RUSH TO THEIR WORK STATIONS TO THEIR SUV’S,
THEN RUSH HOME TO SIT IN FRONT OF THEIR TV’S.

THERE’S A TOXIN MEDIOCRITY, ME MYSELF & I.
TRAMPLE EVERYONE FOR THAT PIE IN THE SKY
STAMPEDING IN A RAMPAGE, FEAR IN THEIR EYES,
POVERTY BRINGS ANARCHY, THERE’S HACKERS & SPIES

DON’T THEY SEE WHERE THEY’RE HEADIN’ TO
WHATCHA GONNA DO?
THE WORLD IS IN SHAMBLES AND THEIR SPIRITS, TOO.
BUT IT’S THE WAY OF THE WORLD TO DO WHAT’S RIGHT IN THEIR SIGHT.
CALL EVIL GOOD AND CALL BLACK WHEN IT’S WHITE.

WAKE UP ARMCHAIR QUARTERBACKS, WAKE UP
WAKE UP ARMCHAIR QUARTERBACKS, WAKE UP

MAKIN YOUR PLAYS IN YOUR LEATHER BACK CHAIR
ALL YOU ARMCHAIR QUARTERBACKS, YOUR MAKING YOUR DARE!
JUDGIN ‘LAST PRESIDENT, DON’T EVEN KNOW THE FACTS.
AND UNDERGROUND TERRORISTS ARE COVERING THEIR TRACKS.

ELECTRO MAGNETIC BLANKETS GONNA TAKE OUT OUR LIGHTS.
THERE’S GONNA BE HELL IN THE STREETS AT NIGHT
WE ALL TAKE FOR GRANTED OH THIS GRAND OLD LAND.
THE JIHAD WANNA TAKE US OUT, WAKE UP TO THEIR PLAN..

CHORUS
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE  (DUI)

LOST IN MY THOUGHTS I’M A MILLION MILES AWAY,
YOU’RE DRIVIN’ US HOME AS I DAYDREAM AND PRAY.
WE Turn the corner,  STRAIGHT UP AHEAD
lies A GRISLY COLLISION, THE VICTIMS HALF DEAD.

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, EVERYTHING CAN CHANGE
THROUGH THE FAULT OF A PERSON, POSSESSED AND DERANGED
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, A CARELESS MISTAKE
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, YOUR CAR IS A WEAPON OF HATE
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.

A GLISTENING ROADWAY, A SCREAM IN THE NIGHT.
SOMEONE’S BROKEN, BLEEDING, GRASPING FOR DEAR LIFE.
ADRENALIN  RUSHED THROUGH MY HEART AND MY VEINS
DISTANT SIRENS Wailing TO SAVE VICTIMS WHO’D NEVER  BE THE SAME.

TEXTING YOUR HOMEY,,  CAN’T IT WAIT?
DUI, ROAD, RAGE YOU DRIVE a WEAPON OF HATE

DIVORCE (Surrender)

I shouldn’t have to cry. I’ve paid my dues,
Shouldn’t have to  have my heart break.
Shouldn’t have to pick or choose,,
the choice seems only to win or lose.
I took the risk. I took the fall. I  gave it all.
So here I lay an empty shell,
Will I go back to you or be in hell?

CHORUS:
Bittersweet is the way of love.
We can’t agree or find a truce
well I raised the white flag of surrender, but…still your heart ain’t tender…

2. I never thought I’d see the day,
When the fabric of our love began to fray.
Our words were strong we went along
To that place where endings end.
and we were no longer friends.
Would you take the risk to be a fool?
Forsake all you had & revise all your rules,
Would you hold me close, look into my eyes,
Forsake your pride & strength  to realize…

CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
What God has joined, let not man put asunder
For the two shall be one, but this law we have plundered.

DUI, In the Blink of an Eye


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Journal Entry October 17, 2009

Grisly accident  scenes of mangled cars and bodies litter highways all over our country.  Rubbernecking further turns our freeways into stressful, bumper-to-bumper commutes to home or work.

My husband and I had a close encounter with a real collision this past summer right down the block from out neighborhood, one which we will never forget. I hope my experience assisting the victims of this horrendous crisis. will make you think twice before getting behind the wheel of your car while angry, drunk or under the influence.

We were full from a fine meal at our favorite Mexican restaurant and were on our way home to go to bed. My thoughts and prayers were on my family and loved ones who were struggling with their life issues. We were about to make our right turn onto Spring lake Boulevard, when high-beamed headlights veered into our lane. Mark lay on the horn and mumbled out loud,
“Idiot”.

He suddenly slowed down and pulled over to the shoulder. I was wide awake now.

” Hold on, something’s going on up there,” he pointed to the intersection, then rushed out of the car.  Straining to see through the darkness, car hazard lights flashed.  In a minute Mark was back, a look of concern on his face.

“There’s a bad accident up there. Get over there quickly and see if anyone needs help. It looks like someone’s about to die.”

Adrenaline rushed and panic gripped me as I made my way through what seemed like a thick, acrid smoke wafting through the night air.

“Lord, help me. Give me wisdom and strength, ”  I whispered out loud. I had no idea what I was going to see.  With bare feet, I tip-toed through the glass-littered road. In my haste to attend the victims, I’d forgotten to slip on my flip-flops.

To my horror,  an overturned van lay impotent in the middle of the road. It’s front end was completely sheared off! My heart raced wildly and my eyes misted as I surveyed the grisly and chaotic scene before me.  It was eerily quiet in light of the violence of the impact that most certainly happened only minutes earlier. As I stepped closer to the van, a blood-soaked man lay motionless on his side. I stopped, paralyzed, then turned to see Mark waving his arms to stop oncoming traffic.  My senses took in all the ominous sights, smells and sounds, but I was most aware of the smell of burning rubber still billowing from both impotent vehicles.  To the side of the road shoulder,  a tiny souped-up sport car lay impotent on its side.  It’s front end had also been torn off.  A man was crying out loud for help as I stared, speechless at the injured man at the van.

Mark rushed up to me, “What are you doing? We’ve got injured people here?”

I struggled to get my senses together. Mark called out to me again as he rushed back to attend the traffic.

“That one over there,” he said pointing to the man in front of me.

“Lord, help me to attend your healing to this man….I speak life to this body…life.” The man groaned softly as I continued to pray and speak life over his body. Although my mind recoiled in utter sadness, I believed even more in Jesus’ power to heal the man. I continued to speak to my Heavenly Father on behalf of this unfortunate stranger who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Precious Jesus, please help us. In your name, this man is healed. We ask you to be here with us.” I bent down and stroked the mans shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine. Jesus is here with us. You’re going to be fine.“ A calmness settled over us as my voice repeated the soothing refrain. I knew all would be well. My thoughts were racing as my emotions got caught up with the hostile drama around me. Had I not believed that angels were surrounding and ministering to the man and me, I would not have had strength to help anyone.  I continued to pray, but was also aware of the smell of blood and acrid smoke. A young EMT interrupted my thoughts.

“Sir, can you get to your feet?”

This young man thought this gravely injured man could stand to his feet? But he did. groaning and lurching forward. I grabbed his arm to steady him against the van. Again, I knew the Lord was assisting me as I held the man against the van.

“Thank you, Jesus. Thank You Jesus.” I continued to stroke the mans shoulder and softly encouraged him that he would be fine. I could tell he was having great difficulty keeping conscious, because he trembling. I knew that keeping a calm composure as possible could mean the difference between his surviving or dying. Blood continued to pour from the back of his head, but he kept steady.  The other passenger with him in the van approached us and asked the mans name.

“Does he speak English?” The injured man nodded is head and mumbled that his name was Ahmed

I kept soothing. “Jesus is here with us. Don’t be afraid. It’ll be okay,” Finally another EMT pushing a stretcher toward us.

“Keep him steady,” He positioned a collar around his neck. I continued to pray for the man even as ambulances, police cars and a fire truck approached the intersection. Ahmed was laid on a stretcher. My job was done with him and I started off to address the needs of the other accident victim still trapped inside his silver sports car, now merely a twisted heap of metal.

“Lord, touch this man and bring wholeness and peace to this situation,” I decreed out loud as I approached the small car. A man was screaming fearfully. as I inched closer to see what his injuries were.  Through the open window, I saw no  legs. I prayed they weren’t amputated underneath the crushed dashboard and steering wheel.

“Help me…Oh God someone… help me,” he cried out.

“It’s okay. I’m here. It’s gonna be okay,” I opened the passenger door and peered in.  To my relief, I saw no blood or severed limbs, just a frightened, disoriented young man shaking his head back and forth.

“Hello. Are You okay?” I asked again.

“Where am I? What happened?” he kept sobbing. “I can’t feel my legs…Oh God!”

“What happened?” I asked in concern, “ Did You fall asleep at the wheel?”

“Ahhhh…..I don’t know what happened. All of a sudden I’m here. Get me outta here,” He continued to wail hysterically. I kept praying for God’s peace and wisdom to calm him and wisdom on how to address his needs.

“It’s okay, Jesus is here. He sent his angel to comfort you. Be not afraid,” I was amazed at how God was bringing peace to the situation, a healing balm that calmed both him and me.

“You’re gonna be okay.  God has sent my husband and me to help you.”

“God sent you? Oh, no. Am I gonna hear another sermon?” he groaned.

”I’ve heard enough preaching this week.”

Could God be giving this guy a wake up call? I thought upone heraing his words.

“God knows exactly what’s going on here and He loves you.”

The man started to cry.

“Do you live here in Country Lakes? What is your name?”

“Lance. ”

“Cool. My ex bass players name was Lance. You’re gonna be fine, Lance,” I stroked his arm again. “My name’s Angel, Lance. God sent you an angel tonight” He started to cry again and grabbed my arm.

“I’m so glad you came here to help me, Angel.”

A policeman, EMTs and firemen with extrication equipment approached us and told me to be on my way. Other police officers blocked Route 70 and a helicopter made its way towards the accident victims who would be transported to the nearest trauma center and hospital.

I took one last look at the scene and walked across the highway to where Mark was talking with a young couple. They’d seen the moment of impact. Other drivers also witnessed the accident, but sped away. The husband was angry that anyone could be so cruel and just pass by accident victims in need of help. He also thanked us for being kind Samaritans who were willing to stop and help out.

Mark and I headed towards home, thankfully just minutes from the accident. We were drained but God had guided us so beautifully that night, using us as His hands, heart and feet. I felt humbled and honored to be his angel and servant.

That night, as Mark and I prepared for sleep, he shared with me what the couple told him about the driver who caused the accident.

The young man was stationed at Fort Dix and had a huge fight with his girlfriend. He went to the local bar and got drunk, speeding down Spring lake Boulevard in a fit of rage at about 70 miles an hour. The who spoke to Mark  said they saw no brake lights or skid marks. The man just barreled through the stop sign at the very moment an airport van was traveling east on Route 70. The impact caused the van to spin completely in the opposite direction they were headed for!

The victim most injured just happened to be arriving in the US from the Middle East.  Mark also told me that when he first saw the man laying on the side of the van, he couldn’t see his head and though he was decapitated. When he looked closer, the impact had gauged a massive hole in his scull. I’m glad I hadn’t seen it because  I might have fainted.

I’m foerver impacted by this expereince and pray that there will be much more awareness about safe and courteous driving I have yet to see any public awareness campaigns for reckless, road rage. I’ll forever remember the grace, strength, comfort and loving presence of my Heavenly Father that so intervened to all involved.

I hope my song,  “In the Blink of an Eye, (DUI) will bring about concern and a testimonial to the dangers of reckless driving. This song is a powerful and sobering message to the American people about the necessity of driving etiquette and  awareness. Text messaging, cell phone use and DUI has claimed the lives of thousands of precious loved ones and permanently maimed thousands more!

I can’t stress enough the urgency of safe, courteous and “thoughtful” driving. I take my driving as seriously as I do my career, marriage and worship of God.  People need to re-assess their attitude of defensive and safe driving.  I’ve seen astounding incidences of leisurely, careless driving every day on our NJ highways and roads. Inattentiveness abounds, especially while conversing on cell-phones.

What will it take for people to wake up. That critically injured foreigner probably never expected to have his life change in the blink of an eye. All it takes is a second to take your eyes off the road or cut some one off and cause a pile up on the free way. Just one second…..

May we honor the lives of all as we drive to our destinations for the sake of spouses, children and/or loved ones.

Drive as if your life depended  on it!