Obama breaks down in front of his team. “Tearful Obama Credits Staff.” The president gets very emotional as he thanks members of his campaign staff and volunteers.
Barry Soetoro should be very moved. No human beings but his staff and supporters have ever shown him such loyal friendship, sacrificing forever their own reputation for his reign of infamy, lies, and murder. They share fully in his heinous culpability, even if they don’t share in his anti-American intents. Perhaps they sacrificed all integrity for their own careers, but, they bought his international tom-foolery with it.
Barry has apparently never known real human love. It appears he has been used and abused from birth. He has never committed to any purpose, any raison d’être but that of resentment, anger, and deep-laid plots of “revenge,” (with chief adviser copping the same attitude.”
Barry doesn’t know who he is, and has never known, really. He has lived with an artificial, confused identity all his life. This is not his doing, but, at some point, he bought into it. Somewhere along the line, he espoused profound identity fraud as a way of life. He gave himself over to the principle of deceit, and wherever it would take him.
What are the personal effects after fifty-two years of false identity, besides being placed (by grand white oedipal liberals) in the Oval Office? (We don’t really know how old he is, because we have no authentic birth record, or college records). What happens to the mind that, for a life time, has consciously devoted itself to fraud, to a sort of reality bending, a sort of public sorcery, a social wizardry? Is Barry into black magic?
One women thinks so, or thinks its something like that. There is a late night radio show broadcast in Oklahoma City called “Coast to Coast,” with George Noory. Wednesday night, November 7, a short time after 10:00 p.m., there was a caller who claimed she was watching Obama on television, and suddenly witnessed him in shape-shifting. (I should pay to hear the details again, but, I refuse. I’ll just repeat the gist of my memory of her testimony.)
Barry was speaking on TV, and changed into something. “Shape shifting” is the term the woman used. Well, that’s a popularized American Indian term (or, at least intimately associated with Indian culture), so that gave her witness an immediate authenticity–on a program filled with entertainment from the supernatural. “I’m not a crazy woman,” she said quite frankly, nor did she sound weird. “Obama changed.” She described (as I recall, perhaps incompletely or mistakenly) the devil’s goat, the horns, etc. Essentially, she saw him as the devil. Then he changed back to Obama. “I can’t even watch that channel now,” she said, or something like that.
Perhaps the caller had read too many news stories using the term “http://factsnotfantasy.blogspot.com/2011/02/barack-obama-shape-shifter.html” to describe Obama’s chameleon–rather, reptilian political behavior.
The world, of course, is in fact the ultimate offer Satan makes to tempt the human heart. That’s what he tempted Jesus with (Matt.4:8-10). Jesus chose crucifixion for the truth. Most of us choose the world.
I am sensitive to these things. I don’t consult spirits, but I believe they exist. They are the shape shifters, however.
It so happens that I have been involved in a “week of prayer” service at my church, which has extended before and after the election night. Before now I have previously testified to the profound effects the Jewish High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur) had on me, for whatever reasons. I spoke of turning from myself, and actually praying for my worst enemies, those who repulse me utterly.
Last night, I found myself in tears, praying for Barry–the most lost soul I have ever known, or even known of. I pleaded for his soul (assuming he has a living one) with great effort. I’ve never know a man so far from himself, so abandoned, as Barry. It is alarming, and profound.
There was one picture, on Yahoo News, the night of the election, which showed Barry exhausted, with a crazed look in his eyes–an inhuman glee, or certainly a uncomfortable look of unearned victory. It was the look of a demonic triumph, if I were to describe it artistically. I have searched every available Obama picture on Yahoo and Google, and cannot find it. It was up a day or so, then apparently removed. It was too disturbing, apparently.
Maybe it was a combination of psychological circumstances for me, but, last night I felt infinitely sorry for boy Barry. The man is without truth. Without reality, living in a façade, as an image, he floats. How empty and heartless an abode! How tragic. How fragile yet abject as iron. A cruel cowl of incredulity abides over him.
When I read that he showed some kind of emotion, even a tear, in front of his cohorts, I felt that I understood his true condition. He didn’t think he would win, nor that they would stand by him through his sins, sharing his culpability with him. His murders in Benghazi weighed on his calculating psyche. He may have thought this sin would bury him, and that the “powers” (i.e., the devil) wouldn’t come through for him. Thus his unnatural look of triumph after he won the election.
Sure, this is all psychological, perhaps more of me than of anything else. This is all theory. This is a bit far out, I know. But, “Obama” is far out. Very, very far. This I also know.
The Bible says Jesus came from afar, even from heaven, from the heart of God, all the way to this earth, to save the lost. Surely, the soul of Barry is no farther. Jesus crossed eternity for such. Barry, in the body of Satan, is surely not beyond the reach of Christ.
These are my thoughts at this time. I have spoken against Barry with exceeding indignation at times. I despise his behavior, with unprecedented ire–in response to his unprecedented ills. I love America. He was enlisted to destroy it. I’ve hated him for this. But, last night, anyway, I saw and felt something else.
I’m not embarrassed to say this. I know how many people will react to this “confession.” I make it, nonetheless, because of the public nature of my critiques and condemnations of Barry–as president. I probably will continue, from time to time, speak of the sin of the leadership in espousing Barry’s delusions. But, I fear the consequences of sin. I do fear God Almighty. Frankly, I am terrified.
A word on his wife…
Michelle Obama have never been proud of America. She lacks knowledge of the fundamental concepts of what the country is, and what the Constitution is all about. She is happy to be First Lady; happy to have an unlimited budget to spend on herself and her daughters; she is happy to be in the lime light and to be a fabricated glamor figure who is concerned about diet. But she is not proud of the country, ever. She may not be deluded and deceived as Barry, but, perhaps simply uninformed and misinformed. That seems more likely.
Just an opinion, publicly expressed.