Crimes of Faith: REVELATIONS

By Anah Jochebed

The world you will abandon keep in faith only to those who practice chaos and tyranny. But

you, you will remember them, who deceive and mislead. You will become wise and

strong, able to distinguish those who live in fear of others and those who live with courage

and fortitude. Wisdom shall become your stronghold and you shall d

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Super Humans

The Underworld...The Subconscious | The Middleworld...The Conscious

The Upperworld...The God Conscious.

Inside are the Keys to the Kingdom of Heaven! A cleansing of the soul.

The Heavenly Realm

The Kingdom of God is Gnostic

Lie here upon thy wake, lo’ here, upon thy night, I sleep. Here beneath Her upon thy crevice, and lo’ amongst thy trees. Here atop the mountains, and lo’ above thy clouds. Here before thy waves, and lo’ before thy sands. Above thy sun it shines, and lo’ thy moon is bright. Amongst thy stars it travels, and lo’ thy rivers rage.

Upon its earth I walk, and lo’ my heart is God. Here amongst thy woods, in breath of fresh air, He preach, and lo’ in Heavenly realm, I listen amidst the dew. Flowers lay its deck, and lo’ beneath my feet, where wild animals roam, and lo’ there I speak.

King of Beasts

The Purge and Purification

Under the burden of disgrace, through the traumas of experience, and silence, one should go through all religions, all rites, sort through all hypocrisies using the world as a guide, establish their virtues and their vices as evident, invoking truth, and indeed annihilating all from within, establishing the true believer, one with God in his secret and sacred heart, thus establishing true freedom; the sacred knowledge where all traditional values are destroyed. For some, those who this book is befitted for, and others, may fall in tears, many will beg for forgiveness, many will live on in disbelief, many will simply give up in frustration, many will become angered and disappointed, many will cheer, and many will die.

Let not such things protrude you, for this is the devil himself.

When lost, it is best to go back to the beginning and retrace ones footsteps.

This book should be read as a story, a fairy tale, a Secret...

The Golden Gems of Love

Laissez Faire –The practice or doctrine of noninterference in the affairs of others, especially with reference to individual conduct or freedom of action. Laissez Faire is about free reign and the disregulation of hollow pretenses. Forgiving to those in particular, victimized by the righteous whom have faith.

Whom believe in dishonesty, whom portray disloyalty, falsehood, and pursue misrepresentation, without irreversible doubt, to move forward beyond beliefs. In the process of this works, is not to torment in the labor of physical work, enslaving you to mere condemnation, but in teaching of spiritual work, subsequently pardoning your enslavement moving you in the direction of freedom of self and of others, hence, Angels of Light.

For my Precious Daughter, contained within, its filled with bondage of ignorance, on your behalf, wisdom and liberation fastened to God, in knowing of Him, shall not permit coercion of the disbeliever. In way of three, are books of peace, passages of rapture, devotions, which deny the jaundiced eye against any brotherhood. To hallow contrary or radically different in some respect, result in the passage to perdition, hence, Hell.

Kindling the soul, no man can dare to touch, nor capable. Beyond the flesh, a right and Guardian Angel insists. In many fold, King of Kings reside with armor in fortitude. A Demigod beneath your God, the Holy Ghost within, present the moment, a Paradise unlike any other, here on earth, as is intended. Recognize Him, and take firm my Little Darling, blessed this life sharing in gratitude, amongst its heavenly body, beholding its stars, in obvious His absoluteness. Evil arises from rulers and those that support it. Their ill fate of irresponsibility and immaturity direct it.

Thy Mother embrace I’ve fallen from grace, my memory in fog, long ago my ancestors tread, history inverted thy memory in danger mist and fading. I feel before me Eve’s mistakes, collateral damage and Adam asleep. Tis angered now, I knoweth the truth, makes hard the words, unwelcoming parties, opinions and name calling begin. This road I dare to travel, requires now I share, my heart my crown, I open this gate, a deep sleep I fell, beneath me, the Gates of Hell. Innocent lamb I’ve wandered stray, Holy, birthright do I claim, vile thoughts arise, delivered, a chalice and withering fable. Fruit of ones creative artistry, the great whore, venomous vipers and scorning witches. Free as the Hawk and long distant memory, lofty messages conveyed from above, illuminating, and expressing His higher self, alas, a seer of the universe came long ago, travelers we were, spiritual, supernatural, mystical, and recalling past lives.

My guardian and visionary quest, the hunter and keys to a higher conscious, seat of primal force, He stalks His prey, behold, before thee, my captors. Visiting the seen and unseen realms, gracefully, I fight for dignity as I write, I begin my journey in which I share. At the gate I cometh upon my Lord Jesus and He saith to me, What is it in which ye must do my sister? I replied, I shall take the road less traveled for I hath seen their world nor shall I curse my own fate My Lord Jesus. I seeth into eternity as I look on past My Lord, something grand, sublime and extremely powerful present itself before me, a shimmering shine like sky of blue glass, a feeling of reverence, and thy journey begin.

I goeth beyond My Lord, my crystal ball, I seeth Him walk, here I trace what did He learn, to East and West His travels yearned, lo’ My Brother, I seeth thy path. I goeth before, for search of His truth, up and down I walk this earth, Satan I see, the dark of man, driving the heathen, wooden crosses and menacing demons.

And unto Me, there upon a vision, My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Thy eyes felt as if crystal blue, feeling I could see forever, beyond its oceans and a presence of ecstasy. My cheeks felt the color of rose and warmth therein. And thy spine, a tingling up and down, for two days, it remained. The Holy Spirit, Kundalini, The Serpent Waking.

Alone with Demons

The depraved and destruction entice them; the rewards of their sins embrace them. The world you will abandon keep in faith only to those who practice chaos and tyranny. But you, you will remember them, who deceive and mislead. You will become wise and strong, able to distinguish those who live in fear of others and those who live with courage and fortitude. Wisdom shall become your stronghold and you shall discern all things. Light shall shine throughout your days. You will remember faith cannot be placed in the dead on behalf of the living. This book cannot be written with kind words. It will not be poetic. It exposes the desensitization process; deterring its followers into oblivion. It demonstrates the disregards for social and moral rule. It renders shame and guilt, good and evil. Prevailing false hope; contained within is an opposition to an attempt to bring repressed thoughts or feelings into consciousness.

This is my way out, the final chapter. The real issues that I thought were once my fault or to my own doing, a run of bad luck, was not the case at all. I began to think of all the possibilities as to why I had fallen victim. I thought about all the rules that I had followed. I thought about all of the other avenues which exists, all those possibilities, pursuing my dreams, and in doing so, I began to see the lies, the filth, the promises, the false pretenses of hope. I then began to see them. I began to see the fears of their own deeply ingrained aggression [sic] that can only strike a blow at each other.

I began to feel my stomach in knots, the emptiness at those who refuse to do anything about it, those without any sense of dignity to strike at those who have been placed above the others. Pity and disgrace followed. Fear of freedom, fear of love, fear of compassion, fear of others, fear of Satan, fear of knowledge, fear of themselves, fear of the Cave, fear of the Sun, fear of God. The psychological choke from those who disbelieve, from those spiritless souls hiding behind these walls which they have built, this institution. Phi. 1:12 I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel.

Pride should accompany what one builds, liberating infidels. Arrogance carries with it devious deeds, it remains hidden, lingering while waiting for doom, it creeps laying in ruin. It can have deadly consequences and as such is a destroyer of ones best interest. Divine intervention may attack ones cherished beliefs, but while doing so, the individual becomes aware the time and life which has been stolen from him; his soul, his destiny, his right into the afterlife. The universal anguish without reason for the sake of freedom of opinion, or that one should be looked down upon for having no religion at all. They say religion is the beacon for millions of lost souls, this about sums it up.

In light of this, one should consider a religion for these lost souls, one which teach brotherly love, compassion, trust, responsibility, maturity, peace, harmony, and the like. And for the publics safety, these lost souls should be marked with some kind of a sign, in which we may know to stay away from the torments of these individuals. (ref. Is. 62:2) Prone to hurt others, to hurt themselves, martyrs for religion, martyrs for irreligion, martyrs for the greater good, martyrs for immorality, martyrs for country, martyrs for gangship, martyrs for love. One must condemn these lost souls back to hell. Our very destiny hinges on the beliefs of these lost souls who feel that the dirt beneath their feet belong to them, that the diamond is valued more than the dirt beneath which they walk, to think so little of life, that ones private religion provides more truth than the others private religion. Religion is life made true, a happiness wisdomatic realm. It does not stir up disturbances in society, or deny any other religions. One should be able to demonstrate ones power over error. The precise way to live with greatness in this world, is to be in the realization of what you would like to be; and if one observes long enough, every error shall make itself known, that all human integrity, prudence and reasoning develop and strengthen themselves by the harmful acts of its contrary existence. (ref. Ps. 8:5–6)

The Vault in the Skies

Risen Father, establishing He and Maker of All, perfect in knowledge, and clouds that shine. Skies that spread and molten mirror, southern winds and land is still. Clouds to pour water, and skies which give sound, whirlwinds of thunder, and arrows of lightning. Her arm extends, and His Kingdom Mighty, the Moon Her source, and deep the waters tremble. Giver of grain, wine and oil, silver and gold, in the wilderness of exile, and she will make Me her husband, nor shall she ever again, address Me master. (ref. Mat. 22:30, Job 37:15-18, Ps. 77:16-18, Hos. 2:1-23)

Bibel in Bildern

Schnorr Von Carolsfeld (1860)

I could have stretched forth My hand and stricken you. Ex. 9:15–16

A cordial character, in silence, where there is no wind, upon me this strange red creature, cartoonish in fact, but real. To my ear it snarls. Pay close attention my brother, and I shall make thee a prince. For these things concern the matters of the whole world, that one should condemn himself to darkness.

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The Flagellation

I received an Honorable Discharge.

Chapter 13 - Inability to adapt to military life.

I entered the US Army Reserves in 1980, a new start in life. I was sold in basic training. Tanks, helicopters, camping, machine guns, hiking, travel, adventure, exercise, healthcare, and a paycheck, what wasn’t to like. I took my GED at Ft. Jackson, South Carolina so that I could join the Army full time. I received my GED and went Active Duty. I was stationed at Dugway Proving Grounds, Utah. I worked in the Graphics/Photographic Department 5 miles out in the desert away from the military installation. Most employees were government civilians. I worked with two military personnel. I drove in everyday with Spec. 4 D. B., and worked with E-6 J. D. We worked 4 days a week, Monday through Thursday, 10 hours a day with Friday, Saturday and Sunday off. At this time I believe there were approx. 187-211 military personnel on base. On the female side, 6 females. 2 Lesbians, 1 single, the other three had boyfriends.

None were friends of mine, as well, I got the feeling they were not interested in being friends with me either. Was not a problem for me. I flew home every weekend using the Military Hop (Hill AFB) and flew into Alameda Naval Base, Alameda, California to see my boyfriend. Stationed in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, I went home.

On the weekdays, I spent a lot of time eating at the bowling alley by myself to avoid military men trying to get to know me. I also spent time hanging around with Spec. 4 D. B. since he had military housing. He was also married to a Korean woman who had not arrived in the states yet, but left me with the feeling of being safe since he was married. I considered him like a brother. Later on, we drove to San Francisco, California to pick up his wife at the airport. Two weeks later, she left him for another man and left the state. It wasn’t long after that, that D. B. started coming on to me. Asking me while driving to work why I wouldn’t date him. This didn’t stop.

Day in and day out, if not every day, it was every other day, I was harassed by military men. Although, it was known I had a boyfriend and kept to myself, this didn’t stop any of them from approaching me no matter how many times I had told them No! In fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect, the more No’s I gave, the more challenging it became for them. I had men come to my door everyday knocking on my door and although I would not answer even when they knew I was in my room they would not quit knocking until I answered the door. I had men coming to my bedroom window at late hours in the evenings begging me to kiss them. I even went as far as telling one man, I did not date black men, anything to back them off. When I walked into the mess hall, the entire mess hall became quiet. I felt a sense of relief and felt that maybe now they would leave me alone. I then went to go sit down at a table by myself, and here they came, four men sat down at my table. I then got up and left.

I had received at least 3 article 15’s from my captain, all which were disputed and won. Seems even my captain was trying to get to know me. My room was spotless, my uniform always ironed and boots shined. I am highly organized and take pride in my work. At this time when receiving the article 15’s and sexual harassment, I sought a JAG officer. God knows, if it wasn’t for him, I would have ended up dead. As much as I stayed to myself, I knew everything that was going on in this small base. Everyone would tell me everything as if I cared, I guess just to talk to me. Around this time, I had some dental work done and met one of the Lab Technicians, M. M. After several attempts in asking me out only as friends, I decided to take a chance. We shared interest in chess, running and both liked the same music. He was also aware as was everyone else that I had a boyfriend in California, and I considered that he was not in the same barracks in case things went sour.

During one evening we were drinking tequila, listening to music and playing chess. He then got outrageously drunk, tried to take me to bed, so we fought. I received a black eye. I then left the room and went next door where my NCOIC resided (J. D.) to help me. As he opened the door, he saw my condition, grabbed me, hugged me, then proceeded to fondle my breast. At this point, CID arrived. I later made a deal with CID, fed up with the entire scenario, forced into a situation that I on the norm would have ever ventured into, against all my principles, that if I gave them certain information, I wanted a transfer out of Dugway Proving Grounds.

I shared this information with the JAG officer, Captain Spears, what had happened. Since everyone was inclined to share with me all the things going on at Dugway Proving Grounds, I shared with CID a drug shipment which was coming in from some major biker organization out of Salt Lake City being delivered to a Sargent in my company. I was later approached by not only this Sargent, but also by one of the biker organizations leaders who threatened my life. I was then told by these individuals, that CID had told them that I gave them their names. This was around the same time I had received my last article 15 from my captain. I went back to my JAG officer, Captain Spears and told him what CID had done, placing my life in danger. The next day, I had received 24 hour orders to be transferred out of Dugway Proving Grounds to Heilbronn, Germany.

After the physical assault by M. M., I was sent to a drug and alcohol counselor by my Captain. I became quite angry, since I was in no need of treatment. After confronting this counselor, he had called my captain to tell him that I had no intentions in receiving treatment, he then passed the phone to me and my captain told me to come to his office, so I walked on over. This was the first time I had ever thought about killing someone. He had a envelope opener on his desk which I couldn’t take my eyes off of. This man never even knew me. Not once did we ever speak. I then took a 30 day leave and went back home before I was to go to Germany. I ended up in the hospital with pneumonia at the Naval Base in Alameda. I inquired the military to let me out at this point because deep within me I knew that I was going to go through the same thing in Germany, except now I was a lot further from home. They thought I was just scared, so I was denied.

I got on the plane and headed for Germany. I fell asleep on the plane and upon waking, my body was covered with welts and my blood throughout my body felt like it was boiling. When I arrived in Germany, I was taken immediately to the medical facility. I was given medication for my nerves (although I believe they just thought it was jet lag) I continued to break out in hives for almost 2 years after I left the military. After leaving the medical facility I checked into my unit. I got to my bunk, didn’t bother to unpacked, my bunk still unmade and fell asleep. Four hours later I woke up to find Sargent E-5 G. with my upper half on his lap while he was fondly my breast. Not even 4 hours was I there, I felt my body and my mind go limp. I never spoke about sexual harassment again because I knew that the only thing that was going to happen to me was another slap in the face. I was not wanted nor welcomed in the military. I continued for the next 10 months going through the same forms of constant sexual harassment. Men spreading rumors that they had went to bed with me, people coming up to me and questioning me. I was so emotionally distraught no longer capable of being around people.

I had entered into some kind of a world that was absolute evil. I continued to take the medication but to no avail. I spent a lot of my nights drinking and smoking marijuana to help me fall asleep. It was around 2 a.m. when I woke up to find the CQ runner (T.) with his hands in my pants. That morning I wrote a letter to 1st Lieutenant A. who was a female, thinking that she would have some understanding, maybe finally, someone on my side. Later that afternoon, they were holding promotion ceremonies in the records department on the fourth floor. We lined up in formation and they then called T. to receive his promotion right in front of me, after what he had done to me...was like being hit in the face by a freight train. I felt my heart fall to my belly, and a lump in my throat. My blood began to boil and welts appeared on my body, and this time my neck and face. The thoughts of getting my M16, coming back up stairs and blowing everyone away raced through my mind.

The only thing that stopped me, was the love for my mother. I also have two sisters who are handicapped and I am the only one who can take care of them when my mother passes, otherwise, if it were not for them, mass murder would have been established long before postal numbers began. I decided it would be best to leave the military for the sake of my own life. Because I was a good soldier, they would not let me out. So one day purposely, I decided to drink some wine during lunch hour and believe me, I was way too angry to be drunk.

I knew exactly what I was doing. I then walked down the hallway while lunch was ending and standing in the hallway was my Captain, First Sargent, Sargent Major, and both Sargent’s W. and F. B. I was asked to get back upstairs and go to work. I flat out said to all of them, Fuck You! I was left with no alternative. Arriving back at home, was walking around like a ticking time bomb! I was homicidal/suicidal. I was unable to hold a job much less live with myself. I had lost the very thing in which I fell in love with which was the Army. I had went to Red Cross seeking help. They retrieve my records but I was told there was really nothing that they could do.

As reality settled in and the pain grew worse, I sought psychological treatment. It was obvious to me, that I did not have 4 years for someone to figure out what to do with me. The help that I needed was needed long before I left the military. After sharing my thoughts and emotions with psychologists, I could tell they were not equipped to handle me. I was left with feelings of hopelessness and helplessness. There was no where to go and no one to help. No one really understood. My choices were kill myself, kill someone else or do drugs to relieve the pain, so I did narcotics to help eliminate the pain. I soon found myself caught up in the justice system. This became another nightmare in itself. I picked up my first driving under the influence. The penalty was not much and certainly did not deter any of the emotional or mental trauma which was present. It wasn’t even something that I could consider as I had much graver issues to deal with. A DUI was now a drop in the bucket compared to the real issue, but now added on top of everything else. During this course it took me 8 years to finally break through at least to the point of where I was no longer going to jail. I became a felon as things got worse. I was given a choice of either going to jail or choose a drug rehab. Although I hated drugs, I did not consider myself a drug addict much less have a drug problem, this was circumstantial and it too was of no real importance.

So I chose the rehab center in hopes that I could receive some kind of help to this matter. During the 1980’s - drug addicts were thought to have been molested as children or something stemming from that nature. This was not the case with me. And although I poured my heart out about the things that happened to me in the military, no one was interested, no one believed me, no one understood what I was feeling or what I had gone through. In the first rehab center, I was made to sit on a wooden bench for 3 days, 16 hours straight. I was not able to get up, or talk to anyone, and if I wanted to use the bathroom, I had to clap my hands. This was done because they thought I was lying and that I didn’t want to talk about the real issues.

I was placed in attack hard core psycho therapy where the only way to get people to talk and bring out emotions was to yell and scream in their faces calling them every filthy name in the book.