RUMP DROPPINGS

TRUMP'S CONSCIENCE

A rare appearance.

(Channeled to me, JS, 6/15/20. Unedited)

"Wow, it's really me, with a chance to be heard! I so appreciate the opportunity! For some time, I thought I'd never get here. Wow again! What a long strange trip it's been! (Grateful, Dead.)

I just want to peel away a few layers of the onion; in Donnie's case, possibly resting on a Big Mac, to get at some basic truths. I'm certainly not trying to make him into some kind of monster. He doesn't need my help for that. I just want a moment in the sun, maybe offer a few insights into his life.

People know he was a child of privilege.

He was rebellious, and was sent to military school to become more disciplined.

He was pretty good in school and athletics.

He never drinks alcohol (his older brother Freddy showed him how insidious it could be, dying at 43, basically from alcohol abuse.)

His family attended Norman Vincent Peale's church in Manhattan. Peale would not have approved of Donnie 'dark side,' especially his pathetic narcissism and his staggering lack of compassion for humankind.

Holy Mackerel, did he always want to win! And every time he won it made him doubly happy, because it meant someone, or everyone, else had to lose.

Yes, his grandfather and father strongly influenced his morality, as they lived the 'win at all costs' mentality that has long populated Donnie's inner landscape, along with the nasty pockets of bigotry and elitism that have become such an obvious part of his adult makeup.

Please realize that I make no judgment here on any of them: we all know that that's God's domain exclusively. I am simply uniquely positioned to observe his life, as Donnie's conscience, his inner moral compass.

I have always been there for him; the reverse, not so much.

I want to point something out that may come as a surprise to many: that one's conscience is pretty much the same as, and shares an almost identical job description with, one's Guardian Angel. This is not well published, for three main reasons:

1. Observations about the two concepts arose and grew separately in human history.

2. They are not identical. While everyone becomes aware, at least minimally, that they have a conscience, whether they follow it or not, about 30% of humans don't believe in God or Spirit or Angels. Free will assures us that's totally OK. Besides, it has been readily shown that a strong moral compass is not at all dependent on religion or lack thereof.

3. That same free will disallows Angels from offering help unless they are specifically asked. Conscience, however, is always there as a positive reference point, should a person be paying attention.

In either capacity, I've always nudged Donnie toward positive outcomes for all of his endeavors, toward win-win solutions. That's my only 'job.' Our relationship is, sadly, quite askew.

Some of my biggest disappointments came during his bankruptcies, as his main concern was tax laws, and how to turn losses into financial benefits from them. I remember being forceful, reminding him of how many workers were losing their jobs, how many banks and business partners had put their trust in him. I was similarly forceful as he bilked thousands of artisans out of millions of dollars, falsely claiming they didn't do their jobs 'correctly,' knowing that very few could afford to sue him. My forcefulness caused him to have pangs of… me, actually… which gave him major stomach pains; but he just thought it was indigestion, and immediately turned to smut. Oops! Did I spell that backwards again?

There is no question that most consciences are better served than I am. I know, because we're allowed to 'klatsch' when you're asleep.

For those who may still need clarification on how this all works, consider this familiar image, effectively used on TV ads.: A guy or lady is about to make a decision. On one shoulder is a little Angel, whispering in their ear about the 'right' thing to do. On the other shoulder is a feisty little devil, jabbing with a tiny pitchfork and cajoling the merits of the 'other' choice. The devil's choice is never horrible, of course, as they're not exactly advertising criminal activities. It's generally just an indulgence, like chocolate, or perfume, or trading up to a fancy new car.

Honestly, what people should come away with from those ads is fairly reasonable: If you lead a life that is overwhelmingly 'right' and positive, minor indulgences, like the occasional fib, or like stealing a pen from work, is most likely just a pretty good sign that you're human.

And if you lead by example, and not by force, you're probably a damn fine human. Just an observation.

But back to Donnie. You've got to remember that I've been with the 'guy' for lifetimes, in better and worse! incarnations. This will be considered a bad one, no doubt, though I will never stop nudging him to 'repent,' and, of course, I’ll always be there for him if he asks for help. LOL!

I'm going to leave you with some info about the afterlife which may disappoint some, as regards my guy Donnie. You see, Heaven and Hell don't exactly exist the way so many of you out there have been told. As a for instance, Donnie's not going to 'gnash and burn' in Hell for eternity. Not going to happen.

The fact is, you are all God's beloveds, and He/She simply doesn't turn on people that way. In fact, in the very complex afterlife, following each person's passing, amazingly, all are left with the realization that they have been sent to precisely the right place!

It turns out that the worst 'punishment' I'm aware of isn't burning, but crying!

Let me explain:

Shortly after passing, one is brought up before a kind of tribunal, which basically assesses your life, calmly and without vitriol, pointing up areas of success and failure, set against the 'mission agreement' you had just before you were born. If there has been sufficient failure, instead of being allowed to join your loved ones, you are first sent to a sort of 'forced repentance.'

In Donnie's case, for instance, before he was born, as is customary, he chose his setting, forewarned about the whole 'rich man/camel/eye of needle' syndrome. He claimed with certainty that he would use his wealth wisely and compassionately, for the benefit of all of humankind.

Oops again!!

What happens next, and witnessing it is quite astonishing, is that the 'perp' is then returned to the state of original purity, fully in synch with God's love; and then shown, from first to last, every time he/she treated others with disdain, or enmity, or hate, or bigotry, etc. during this just-ended lifetime. The newly re-minted, loving soul, quickly becomes exquisitely ashamed, and begins to cry almost immediately. Depending on how much evil needs to be exorcised, this scene can go on for days, weeks, even years, (by earth measures,) long past the possibility of tears being produced. The ultimate gut-wrenching experience.

Kind of like when you're barfing, and there's nothing left to come up, but seemingly endless 'dry heaves' produce a similar gut-wrencher.

There! Does that analogy leave a bad enough taste in your mouths about Donnie -in-the-hereafter? I think it should.

Thanks again for the opportunity to speak. And remember to reach out to us. Spirit put us here to be a constant positive influence on every one of you. So stay in touch.

Wishing you all happy, healthy and productive lives"

NEWSFLASH!

Clearly, it’s not a newsflash to say that Rump, the Lyin’ King, assaults our senses every day. We’re so hardened to being bombarded by inanities, idiocies and nauseating headlines, many of us are used to experiencing daily anger and numbness from Rump droppings. It’s just today's Trumped-up rendition of 'Paradise Lost' in his 'Benighted States of Amurkkka.'

However, seen in a different light, there’s a 2000 year old indictment ready to be served. I did mention NEWSFLASH, right?

Well, here it comes, up front and in yer face:

It's a good-news story which begets a bad-news story, via a Biblical prophecy for the ages:

(You should know that I am big on God/Spirit, but lukewarm on Scripture. However, the following verses are just too potent to ignore:)

In Malachi, the last book of the Old Testament, the third chapter begins with God heralding what is said to be the coming of Jesus:

“Behold, I send My messenger,

And he will prepare the way before Me..."

Malachi 3:1

Four verses later, God gets serious, with a warning of judgment against bad guys; and, reaching across two millennia to single out the baddest of the bad, sends a scorching profile of our very own SB-PFH: SCUMDOG BILLIONAIRE - THE PRESIDENT FROM HELL:

“And I will come near you for judgment;

I will be a swift witness

Against sorcerers,

Against adulterers,

Against perjurers,

Against those who exploit wage earners and widows and orphans,

And against those who turn away a foreigner.” Malachi 3:5

Got the picture?

I know the Bible is seen by many as being prophetic, but this is off the charts! We‘re living Malachi right now! Rump, the toxic Scumdog Billionaire, IMO perfectly cast as the president from hell, is as close to the Antichrist as I’ve ever seen this high up in public office. (My aptest two-word description of him is simply 'despicable egomaniac.’)

How else but as the sorcerer could he dupe millions of America’s Evangelicals and allied right-wingers into thinking he'd be good for our country? And hypnotize a huge chunk of women to vote for him even after he slimed about crotch-grabbing with impunity? And easily play into the hands of some of the least righteous, like white supremacists and other true bigots, who’d had never experienced a presidential candidate with any appeal. (Whether over color or gender, religion or sexual orientation, brainwashed both by culture and the need to feel superior to someone, clearly, Rump was their guy.) And mix in a few million intransigent Republicans so entrenched as to be unwilling to leave the party, even as the clock was striking twelve, even for someone this evil….

And then the rest of the list, just beginning with adulterer!

And then, Sanctus Excrementis, the last line! Pure magic. How could that line be there???

Divine Comedy in a masterpiece of cosmic convergence.

Folks, I vote for making Rump's prison number Malachi 3:5.

I will quote one more Bible passage, both because it fits rump to a T, and because it makes a mockery of a big blocs of his supporters, them there Evangelicals:

"There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers." Proverbs 6:16-19

Tally ‘em up for the Prince of Pondscum! A perfect score!

Just because we need to laugh so as not to cry, here's a couple great lines from among the millions of his nauseated critics:

“Build that wall... around Trump.”

And, "Trump: 20 by 2020”

And my own, for posterity:

"Picture Dracula and sunshine? The wicked witch and water? Superman and kryptonite?... Try rump and truth!"

And if I toss in a bunch of my favorite nicknames, can I call it a Rump roast?

Trumplethinskin

Herr Gropenfuhrer

Schmuck a l’Orange

A$$hole

Shitler

Twittler

Maga-low-maniac

Great White Hoax

Please join me in a prayer for the prez:

Dear Spirit, help us to somehow recognize that deep beneath the many layers of evil that we are experiencing, there is a Divine Rumpchild, crying out in the wilderness of his own making. Please help us take him from his own prison into a federal one before you begin the enormous task of bringing him into the light. Amen

Please cheer now for that landslide 11/3 rump loss. Press 666 to add jail time.

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