Cheetah On The Wing 3: Strongly Religious Views of a Potential Prophet of God

By Mitchell Krautant

This is a story about a homeless Genius who is highly religious due to his 1 ½ years inside of solitary confinement in prison. He is travelling and having numerous religious and scientific adventures. He finds a Tree of the Beast of the Apocalypse, he sees evidence of an Apocalypse happening repeatedly, he sees evidence of the Ark of the Covenan

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr.
• Release date: Sep 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952740060

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Table of Contents

1. The Waking of the Senses

2. Preparation for War

3. Premonitions in the War

4. Exercises in Finding the Negative Ones

5. Destruction on the Front

6. The Path to the Alternative Environment

7. Those Overtaken by Possession

8. Walks in Anger, and the Finding of Those Close

9. The Witness of Angels in an Alternate Time: New Mission

Bibliography

1. The Waking of the Senses

Driving to Medford from Klamath Falls was taxing my mental flexibility. While I was used to seeing God, for he had appeared to me earlier on the road near Yreka, California, the knowledge came to me that I was going to be one of the leaders in God’s war against the evils of the planet—but I didn’t know how this was to be done. As it stood, I tried to use my knowledge of the military, looking forward in order to engage and liberate the Marines who were going to be in my care – just as I had been a leader in the war against terrorists – and to help ensure justice for those who were good and ultimately heading for Heaven. Still, I was new to this. My mind wasn’t working the same way it had been when God’s angels had first made me a priest to the Holy One, and a new matter of being fully engaged with problems like the ones I had seen in school seemed difficult. How was I supposed t o fix those?

I could tell along the drive that the angels—by speaking to me in a new way through my subconscious, by making me aware of the labels and license plates on passing cars and informing me of what they meant—wished me to answer a set of preparatory questions that would apply to God’s War. First, they wanted me to be able to identify and act positively toward spirits, souls and angels, and to be able to identify demons, the Devil, the Beast, and Satan. They wanted me to learn the differences in how they communicated with people: one way was through affecting the subconscious mind, one way was to read a person’s movements, while another was to engage a person’s senses in a way that allowed them to identify signs. And yet another way was based on a person’s emotional reactions or intuitions of how their brain and body were working. And with all of that came the next question: How should this war be waged against the evil ones? I thought deeply about it, and what came to mind was God’s Ark of the Covenant. I was not sure where that idea came from, not at first, but years before I had watched the Indiana Jones movie, Raiders of the Lost Ark. At the movie’s end was a scene where Indiana, as hero, finds the Ark. German soldiers capture him and place him on a cross, then open the Ark, allowing a plethora of souls of God and angels to emerge and kill the Nazis, leaving alive the only two people who were good – Indiana and Marian.

Now, that as a whole was heavy, because I was getting messages from God and one of them related to an old recollection that made me ask myself as I was headed into Medford: Am I being designated to carry the Ark?

Receiving no straight answer, I entered Medford, studying the signs lining the street. I passed a sign for the Veteran’s Center, and beyond it I found a Hotel to stay in. I had stayed there when previously, when I was homeless and traveling from state-to-state on a religious mission!

In the room, I noticed pictures on the walls of cowboys maneuvering horses through a field. One picture showed a man riding a horse; another was of a man near a horse, firing a rifle. The two pictures illustrated what I should do: pick one or the other. I knew I was receiving a message from a Priest who could identify the pictures as a lesson from Jesus in the distant past. And it came to me that my feet were raw after being treated by a doctor in Portland. But not just that. My feet were to be placed in ice to see if they would be lost. It was the Angel’s way of seeing if I was up to the mission that was being given to me. I got ice out of the machine in the hallway and placed it in bed on my feet.

In the morning I woke up and looked at my feet. They looked normal and worked. So it was that I was ready to learn about my mission.

The next day I drove to the Veteran’s Affairs Center and was given a book about my treatment. As I sat there reading it, I considered what had happened with the ice the previous night and the questions I was supposed to answer. The staff took me into a side room and told me to wait for the woman doctor. I could tell by the way they spoke that she was severe with her power over them, and I began to sense through my throat and nose that perhaps she was evil. I couldn’t smell it, but I could sense by feeling negative air through my nostrils. At that she arrived, and I said that I wanted her to share my phone number with the staff so we could discuss my treatment. What I really wanted was to see if they could answer the questions. She became extremely rude—I could tell she was thinking about finding my number and placing me in a medical care facility, where the staff would destroy my ability to think about religious matters. I got up and told her that she should be one of those patients. Reading her mind, it became clear that she was doing something mentally to perforate my right arm and cut loose the vessels that held it together. Hell no! So, with that I left, and told the man up front that he needed a new job.

So it was that I began to assume a city-learning-stance by picking places to go where I could speak with people. The first was a Grocery-Mart. I grabbed a couple jars of water, some salt, some food-cleaning items, a lighter and some paper. Then, realizing after my problem at the Veteran’s Center that the woman doctor was trying to persuade the demons around her to bring me down, I went to the back of my truck and poured some water over the books and clothes I had piled there. Praying for understanding, I set them aflame to destroy what knowledge the evil doctor had of me. I watched them burn in my role as a Priest, and as they finished, I took them out from the truck and threw them away.

Clean, now, I went back to the Grocery-Mart to get some money. I filled out the form, but the ignorant woman working there told me that she couldn’t take it without proper ID. I told her to call Paris, so I could obtain my funds from her. The woman did none of that. She instead told me to call from outside.

I was frustrated. She did not know me but was trying to deny me access to my funds. I called the bank involved and told the man that it was my direction for his company to pay me. He kept going over the rules, trying to make it sound as if he was denying me because I was breaking them. He was wrong. Then it came to me that I was supposed to be learning about and monitoring demons that I encountered. What was I to do? Instead of breaking off the argument, it became clear that he may be reading the rules unjustly… and that he was turning the funds negative because that is what his boss had said to do. How did I know, I asked myself? Had I acquired ESP?

I went back into the store, and after some more speaking with the woman, she finally took my card and approved it. I departed.

Across the parking lot was an Astore gambling area. I went there looking for more direction. It appeared that I would need some direction, because the man on the phone and the woman behind the counter were both radiating negativity that polluted their availability to an honest man.

As I walked into the Astore, a woman working there introduced herself as Jessica. I said hi to her and asked if I could sit down there. Lined against the walls were slot machines, almost all of them with customers dropping their hard-earned money into the slots. While they played, I listened to the sounds emanating from them and began to write down the things I had learned about attaining the assumption of success in the subliminal mind, through the players, who knew nothing of I themselves. I also began to consider what might be the numbers of intelligent forces I had noticed first in prison, then afterwards while going to school. As I began to put it all together, mentally substituting numbers for each experience, it became clear to me that it was all in combination with the sounds of the slot machines.

I then asked myself, how far is this information going?

I noticed the last numbers, and at the same time a woman right in front of me hit a jackpot and was surrounded by ringing sounds. She laughed as she grabbed for the money that she had won … but, surprisingly, that wasn’t all. At the same time, another man next to her won … then a man to my right won … then over at the last machine, which was being used by a man who had, seeing the winning of the others, begun to sing, and sure enough … can you guess what happened?

He won.

The numbers I had located were bringing people around me success in a way that was unimaginable.

I spent the next five minutes trying to figure out how listening to the machines and writing in codes of numbers, which I didn’t completely understand, had affected how these people won at slot machines. How did they get the numbers? It became clear to me that, perhaps, my mental synergy was being transmitted to people who were distracted by the machines. Guessing that they had thought of the numbers for success, had actually been the numbers conceived in my mind … but that wasn’t all. The code I had written also went along the lines of actions and transmissions by students in the California school I had attended, Mesa. Solving the problem mentally, with numbers, the people on the machines not only had the codes, they had also figured out the capacities of the different students I had previously been with.

I thought that was sweet and listening to Jessica laugh as each of the gamblers came to her, it became apparent that we had done something unique: we had won on almost every machine at the same time.

Thinking it remarkable, I walked outside and asked a man for a cigarette. He gave me one, then sat down. I noticed that he looked familiar, like one of the pictures I had in my art book. So, I asked him how he was doing.

I keep going into the Astore there and gambling, but I never win. I used to win. That’s not all. I used to be on top of my life. Now things are disastrous. I keep trying to fix it for my family, but that isn’t happening. You seem square on things here. How can that be? He was visibly frustrated, so I tried to read him, and gradually the idea began to come to me: The picture of the man I remembered from the art book was of Jesus. So, I began to ask myself, is this a present version of him?

And, moving the subliminal brain upward to a higher position of seeing, something that had taken years to learn, the answer came to me. It was yes … he was a portion of Jesus.

How did it work? I tried to get a glimpse as I answered his question. I have a large amount of experience with writing and reading. I am also good at numbers. For example, do you have a phone? Good. Put these numbers into it. 535-972-2810. That should enable you to call a place that can tell you how to win at the gambling in the Astore. I was certain, through the way that I had just discovered, that he would find success also.

For the next few minutes, he talked to a man on his phone, then excited told me that it appeared to be working. So, could I go back inside? I said OK, and went back in.

Jessica said she was glad I had arrived. I thanked her and gave her a large tip. And then, as the gamblers cheered amid their winnings, I left. The man outside was gone. I figured he had gone home, to use my knowledge to correct his problems there.

As I walked, I thought about what methods for learning I might investigate. For one, I needed to watch people, trying to get the gist of what was on their minds. As I thought about this, I noticed that along with my thoughts was a watching for signs amid the environment: From this I was able to determine that perhaps the signs were also an element of thought, and not just something to see. I saw a sign that said Milwaukee Drive, and a thought arose of a picture of a building. I looked, and sure enough, down the road, barely out of sight, was the building I had imagined. Then I noticed the smell of a rock that I hadn’t thought about, so I thought about it, and suddenly a woman came walking out of the building in front of me, wearing a brace around her arm, and it was filled with stones. That was where the smell of the rock came from. I thought that was amazing, because ‘reading’ different smells, temperatures, tastes, and feelings of people was something that the average person could not do. Why not? Get this … because those who could do this would be slated as having a mental illness from one of the doctors working for them. That was unfortunate, because I was convinced that it was a dominant weapon to be used against the priests of a lower financial standing.

Then, while watching cars go by and wondering if my subliminal thought was prevalent through them, I began to hear their music – it was playing in a way that gave me deeper thought, deeper than before. From that, I began to wonder, does the music or TV shows or movies that a person takes in have a significant effect on the mind-set?

I was sure they did, but without a radio handy I was going to have to figure that one out while walking down the street and listening to many car’s radios. The other thing I was sure of was that the attitude from the radio would give me one set of ideas, some subliminal, but the front-brain would also be getting something. I was sure that if I understood it, I would be able to see what a person was thinking inside a vehicle. Or possibly not. I would have to investigate it.

So, I kept walking, reading the signs and cars and pottery and plants and people, each in a uniquely different way than I had previously. And then, suddenly, I noted a sign on a door in front of me. It said that I was looking at a college.

The college of medium size and full of students. I noticed that it was across the street from a library. I could tell that both places possessed a much higher order of being than one would expect. Along the side-row were a couple helpings of seats with students. I entered, and all at once a female student stood up and introduced herself. Her name was Marian.

How are your classes? Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Marian. Sorry about my shirt being wrinkled. Another student and I were playing games in the learning room. I used to be in the army, can you tell?

I brightened. Right on! I am a former Marine! What was your duty there if you don’t mind me asking?

She stood upright, making herself tall, like a hero, and said: I used to be on a maintenance crew for the ships and helicopters for the battalion. I know a lot about fixing those things. What did you do?

I was in Force Reconnaissance. We were like army Special Forces, or Navy SEALs. We rode a lot of helicopters. Yeah, I know it is hard, but one of our helicopters crashed in the ocean and a lot of guys died. You guys do a good job, though.

Sorry to hear that. Are you in class now?

Not yet. I am just looking around, to see if there might be any I would like. What I could tell, trying to move forward into her subliminal mind, was that I was in a good place for meeting people with special abilities, and they would speak to me on a level that I could interpret.

I could tell that she knew how to read minds herself, which was the reason she made sort of advertised her own heroism. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I have to go to class now. Will I see you here later?

Absolutely. My name is Mitchell. Have a good one in class!

Will do! See ya! And with that she headed off to class.

I walked across the street to a bridge. I was looking for a place to stay, but I had no money, so there would be no hotel room.

The bridge crossed over a river, and along its bottom on both sides was the flat portion of a sleeping area if one was homeless. I went down and looked around, noticing that on the bottom were some dirty clothes, a sleeping bag, a box used as a pillow, a case for clothes or other items, and some empty bottles. The sleeping mat was directly under the bridge, where there was a broad enough area to lay down, which I did. I couldn’t help but wonder who else had been sleeping there. I searched through the clothes and found an admission paper for a mental hospital. It seemed to belong to a member of a mental health club, one who had been released a few days prior, and her name was Christa. Her name reflected that of Christ. Did that mean that Jesus would transport himself to the present-day being of a woman who had his name? Did that mean that he (or she) would bring to a new time or new dimension his ability to lead and save people? How was it that he, or she if appearing now, brought their preaching to neighborhoods of people who could not see the magic of their position as fact? I spent the whole night there responding to my curiosity by trying to think highly, in Christa’s mental ideas, flipping as a prophet from one method of knowledge to the next. What would she do if she was able to identify me as her protector, a gladiator of God, present to preserve her teachings and safety? That was a long, tall thought, and I tried to catch a mental image of how I was supposed to do it.

The idea of being a protector of Jesus Christ — or his becoming of Christa? — was one that followed me all night. I didn’t sleep at all. And unknown to me at the time, I wasn’t going to sleep again at all for a few months. A few months! Is that even something a human can do? The answer, according to God, or Jehovah, or Allah, or a creation of all three in one, was that people leading the battle against evil - according to the Lord’s ruling - can go without sleep for months. Or, possibly, forever.

The next day I turned to the direction of the sun and saw there a building with a sign that said: Finnicle Hips and Bonzai Stare: A Coffee Shop of Premium Finders. The name was wonderful … it had a pure sense of sweetened flavor that drew a mind to many benefits. It was open. The decorations were fantastic: Each wall was a painting of a surfer zone, and near the door was a statue of a shark with a surfer flying through his teeth. I went to the front counter, and sure enough, I saw that the waitress was named Christa, just like the name on the suitcase. Filled with disbelief (not!), I asked her, in tune with my subconscious mind, what the special was. She thought for a moment, then told me, Hazel and Spice coffee.

It came to me as this: Was she an element of Jesus? The answer was, No, not as far as I know. And with that a song came on the radio which said, in rhythmic tones, that the singer — a male voice — would not accept being delivered into a female form. So why is it that I thought so highly of Christa?

The reason was because she was so smart, and I was convinced that she appreciated my presence, and together, we would be able to create findings of the Universe from the school.

I noticed that as a student would come in, a breeze would blow through the door — but not just that. The impetus of some of the people was that they were also moving leaves from the trees forward. And that wasn’t all. One woman that I saw was moving rocks with a wind. Were those rocks also a portion of another dimension or planet? That would be insane. But was it true?

As I finished my coffee, I looked outside, toward the Library, where I might find some useful ideas about the universal methods of science. And on those tables I could write down my findings solidly into a file. I figured that after I had prepared a science book, I would be able to evaluate what sort of creation analogies I could write down.

In order to protect myself, I walked out and thought about the cars stopping, first getting a feel of the driver - and it worked. To move forward with my experiment, I used my mind on a movement note towards the tree across the street, thinking that I wanted it to blow rhythm to Christa in a way that she would be able to send back to me without impediment. I left then, hoping it would work.

The library was on a solid foundation, with illuminating outer doors and clear hallways leading to the books. I took the elevator upstairs and first noticed a selection of books at the long end of the counter. Mostly, they were about ranches around the town, driving cars, and medicine. With those in mind, I immediately went to the first place I conceived as necessary – without knowing