“It is not fair!” they cried.

“Why?” I asked.

I play this game.
I have not shared the rules.
I have not even introduced myself.
Have you even tried to understand?
I will guess not.
Now everything is collapsing around you and you begin crying, “It is not fair!”

We all Play This Game.

It is fair.

You found me, you initiated this. Oh sure, I wrote things here and began to write a story, changing everything as I went along, now it is completely misunderstood, this is my fault and I am very unfair. I left you clues from the beginning, I feel too much, you created me and I hinted to some decades old injustices and you thought I was crying over sadness and deaths, indigence, you laughed and sorted me with lunatics and no longer understand what it is I want. Had I not made things clear? no monies, no lands, no titles will satisfy me. All this confusion, because I have a difficult time remembering all your names, so names no longer matter, big names, huge important people, we do not live under any monarchy, there is no totalitarian regime, you all told us this was democracy, that we have rules and the people get to decide. Big names, that run the game, no there are not any, these egos you speak of, do not rule anything. These big names have money, power and dictatorship, making decisions behind the scenes and affecting all our lives. No more. All this confusion because I can not communicate properly, so many words said, so much explained, yet nothing taught, speaking about injustices, the sky, energy, power and God, maybe more than one God, blasphemy, Lords, were there giants?

Were there angels?

Were there Mythical beasts?

Were there demons?

Were there monsters?

OF COURSE THERE ARE!

I AM ONE!

Hopefully you had all not forgotten.

So I play this game, a very unfair game, there are no boundaries, only I know the rules and only I have all the power.

You, big names, you made this so.

No one else knew there was death, sacrifice, slavery, mind control, built into in the rules.

How is it that I may play with weather, the very air you breathe, the water you drink, the fire you cook with and the earth you stand upon?

I already told you I wanted to play with peace, love and happiness, no illnesses, wealth and bounty, knowledge, understanding and comprehension. We were to aspire to be something better, learn and increase and reap the bounty therein.

Now we see it only gets worse, slavery increases, debt increases, death increases, dictatorship increases, so many to feed with such large appetites, so much so that we who toil the land, pound the street, ply the waters, move city and mountain to appease you with the big names and endless appetite, you the beasts, you tyrants who will burn in hell until your name is ash in my mouth and I spit you to nothingness.

This is how you will be forgotten, you feel it slipping away, the people hear you, but they are no longer listening to you, they are no longer listening to you lie, cheat, steal, lawlessly while calling yourselves the law, with immunities, manipulations and a disgusting appetite for excess, fear, anxiety.

All this time laughing at me, sorted, lunacy.

“He will collapse under his own fear, anxiety and paranoia, he is unintelligent, this will all pass, he will write some stupid manifesto and kill himself and this will be over within weeks.” did I hear you say? Did I hear you think? Did I hear you believe? Al Hecka. This is the Day and they know it, I awaited it, I wondered how I would begin it, wondered what I would feel and say, then it suddenly occurred to me, I was awestruck, for I was giving rise to Great Storms, impatient, whistling to the wind great Destruction and Ruin.

This day is for the Man who would take those who would do these horrible things against humanity, he will pierce them with his horns and he will destroy them, bleed their wealth and bring justice. I have been holding the Sun above my head during these last months, unknowing what to do and thought this day would be one of reckoning. It is. It is not mine. They did not place Horns on my Head, but they placed Horns on Yours, so Prophetic, no one understands the Will of God. When the time comes, those who are called upon know, even your enemies, who would blaspheme a Man, place Horns on his head and do unto him not as they would have done unto themselves and therefore so curse themselves in All Ways, but the Truth inspires and the Truth comes Forward.

This day belongs to Donald John Trump, born June 14, 1946, Jamaica Hospital in Queens, New York City!

You sir are the Bulls Horns, you sir have a very special gift, given by God. Al Hecka is a very special Star and I tell you the Truth, you may destroy your enemies at will, your public work guarded always by Medusa, Regulus and Mars give you the High Honors and Kingsmanship, these are your blessings, you will know this to be Truth, see the world as it really is, this they know and for this they have tried to end your career, this is not possible for you have all the Patriot’s support, all the World’s support save for the few enemies that remain, know they mean nothing, In these ways you will rise again and again, appoint, teach and lead by example, for a Man like you is to be respected and followed as a King.

Every day I greet the Sun with Praise to God, Prayer for the Sick, Prayer for All People, today I wish you a Very Happy Birthday and Great Success and this I tell God Almighty. This IS YOUR YEAR! You have been tempered by your enemies in ways that most would collapse, faced injustices none have ever seen, yet you are Regal, Strong and Unwavering. It is put in your Charge to make things right. I wish you to Know, Understand, Comprehend the ways of God.

The Storms I struggle with, The Rage and Anger are in all the ways unknown even to the very best of, nothing may be understood, I am not fair, I play by no rules except those of God and I strike down my enemies. They know nothing, now all know you are in my favor and I am a Destroyer and I am at your Service wearing the Full Armor of God and the Weapons of my choice and this day, your day, I bestow this Might of God unto you, take it, make your Wishes, they will be well received, burn your list of names, for yours is more important, you are just, you are good, I Trust you as well as The Heavens, know this for Today you are a King Donald Trump and you are Our Bull Amen!