God is a God of joy. His desire for celebratory festivals designed to advance the kingdom stand out in scripture like a carnival ride, giving us a glimpse into the prophetic future we spend in the presence of his mercy and Redeemer: Christ. It is cause for great praise and abundant joy.

But the mocker, the accuser, he who is destined to face the unbridled wrath of the one God and Creator has given his insidious henchmen the twisted task of blaspheming our own observances with rituals of horrific debauchery. In fact, we stand in the middle of the worst on the calendar: Blood Sacrifice to the Beast.

Russ Dizdar, a man whose mission to expose the evil deeds of darkness is almost a thing of legend, has posted a basic calendar of ritual occurrences on his website that has proven to be an accurate assessment of the worst days of battle we face throughout the solar year. I will warn you, dear reader, that what is spoken of on this calendar, even in its somewhat euphemistic form, is enough to shake you out of any comfort zone you reside in. Such days also serve as ritual abuse activities. But it is necessary to expose what happens during these times that we might have a more effective prayer offensive against these evils. Practitioners of the dark arts vehemently deny that anything of this nature occurs on these dates with an almost comedic fervor, but the Holy Spirit tells us differently. This will not be written with the usual journalistic panache, but with a somber heart and sober spirit. Let us start with where we currently sit.
 
April

Good Friday (Date Varies) – On this day is performed an adult male human sacrifice as a diametrically opposed event to the observance of Christ’s death on the cross. Any blood sacrifice is for the express purpose of summoning demonic entities and unleashing their power.

Easter Eve Day (Date Varies) – On this day is performed a ritual involving either an adult male or female sacrifice in direct contrast to the Resurrection true Christians observe on this day, an attempt to gain favor and power from the one doomed to the Lake of Fire. Where their master goes, there they will follow.

Blood Sacrifice to the Beast (April 19th) – The worst day of sacrifice involving children. The darkness thickly permeates the air around this time, and it is vital that we preempt this by several weeks, praying for exposure and if means allow direct intervention.

April 21-26 – A period of abduction, ceremonial preparation and holding of sacrificial victim, according to Russ’ calendar.

St. Mark’s Eve (April 24) – Practitioners begin divining and gathering “magical” herbs for their spells and rituals. St. Mark is traditionally identified as John Mark, author of the Gospel of Mark, who is symbolized by a winged lion (with some very unsettling paintings of said creature).

Grand Climax (April 26 – May 1) – Sexual revelry of a demeanor I will not openly mention, but is listed on the calendar linked above. This is where souls are opened to demonic spiritual possession.
Walpurgisnacht/Roodmas Day (April 30th) – A blood sacrifice of animal and/or human victim of any age. If you have read The Franklin Cover-Up by John DeCamp, you have borne witness to what occurs. I do not recommend if you are subject to depression or anxiety.

Beltane Eve (April 30th) – Considered the highest witch’s sabbat (or black Sabbath), Beltane Eve is a druidic-style observance utilizing bonfires and fertility rites. If you surmised that Beltane is derived from Bel or Baal, you are correct. Baal worship is exposed in scripture as demanding human sacrifice much in the same manner as Molech worship.
 
Friends, it is high time we increased our prayer offensive. God has given us every tool we need to combat evil on the deepest and most profane levels in Ephesians 5-6 and Galatians 5, with both the armor of God and the fruits of the spirit in practice daily. These are the garments we must clothe ourselves with to avoid the stain of the world and the flaming arrows of satan, and then will the promise of God given to us in Psalm 91 be made abundantly manifest. Will you do this? Will you stand with Christ as his emissary and put out the fires hell with the power of his righteousness? We must stand together against this, for in doing so we hold the power to pull down mighty strongholds in both this realm and the spiritual one. It is my prayer that you will. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all.

Last November, shortly after the election, I had a dream concerning you, Hillary, and your husband Bill. It is a stark message to you, and you will undoubtedly understand its meaning better than any interpretation I make in this letter. I want you to know that this is being made not with vitriol or hatred, but out of urgent concern for your eternal destination. Here is what God showed me:

In the dream, I walked through a short alley between two buildings to emerge on a gravel driveway just behind a row of businesses that bordered what appeared to be farmland a short distance away. I looked to my right and saw a small grey blue van pull up and park. A security detail climbed out of the driver's side, while another secured the area from the passenger's side. The side door slid open and Hillary Clinton emerged, helped out of the vehicle by the security detail. She was dressed warm, in dark clothes, tasteful and fashionable. I had no idea why she would be in such a rural area, but she looked ready for a photo-op of some kind.

Following her was Bill Clinton, who was dressed with considerably less class than Hillary, wearing a ball cap, a dark blue puffy vest over a light blue long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. Odder still was that his appearance was like his younger days as Arkansas governor in the 80's, the longer curly hair and youthful face.

Hillary stepped onto the ground and was having great difficulty walking. She was assisted by her detail as she made tentative steps. After only two steps, she collapsed to her left knee. Braced by her security detail, now kneeling in front of her, she began sobbing, trying to hid her face. I immediately saw why she collapsed. Her left leg was completely emaciated, a thin layer of atrophied muscle all that was left for support and balance, which she lacked. Bill stood behind her, not so much as lifting a finger to help her, but with embarrassment covered by his politician's smile as he leaned over to as if to gesture her to her feet. If I were to interpret his face and his body language into speech, it would be something like "Come Hil, get up now...this is embarrassing." His awkward and tentative leaning was his way of trying to shoe her back up to her feet. He looked around as if others I couldn't see were watching this unfold, but no one else was there.

END DREAM

The left leg symbolism here has a dual meaning, one of which is obvious. We'll deal with the less obvious one first. I've been told that the left side of the body is representative of our spiritual walk. How many times has God stretched out his RIGHT hand and something physical occurred in the real world? The Red Sea parting, the judgement against the tribes of Canaan, etc. What does the left then represent? Perhaps the state of things in the spiritual realm. We know that you, Hillary, are involved in dark spirituality, and your demeanor has been indicative of this affiliation (i.e. laughing at the brutal death of war victims and at times of somber recourse such as when she's on trial.) It is becoming abundantly clear that all the spirit cooking, sacrifices, and summoning rituals have left you with nothing of the power it promised you, just as the Lord has said in numerous scriptures. To a lesser extent, the political meaning is pointing to the amorality of the left collapsing it's empire. Bill Clinton, only ever caring about his pleasures, is incapable of mercy or compassion on one who is supposed to be most dear to him: YOU.

I write this as an urgent plea to you. The Lord God of Heaven, Jehovah, has given you an open door. as He also opened for the Church of Laodicea in Revelation 3:

14“To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:
      The Amen, the faithful and true Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God, says this:
      15‘I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot; I wish that you were cold or hot. 16‘So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth. 17‘Because you say, “I am rich, and have become wealthy, and have need of nothing,” and you do not know that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, 18I advise you to buy from Me gold refined by fire so that you may become rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself, and that the shame of your nakedness will not be revealed; and eye salve to anoint your eyes so that you may see. 19‘Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline; therefore be zealous and repent. 20‘Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. 21‘He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne. 22‘He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”

Hillary Clinton, will you accept Christ into your heart and keep his commands? Will you let go of the world that satan has painted for you and embrace the salvation of Jesus Christ, who died so that you may live? He loves you and there is yet time to repent. But there is coming a time when you will no longer be able to repent. You know how this is done, and that you must confess your sins and forsake them. THE LORD LOVES YOU THROUGH ALL THE WICKEDNESS YOU'VE COMMITTED, BUT HE WILL NOT MAKE THIS CHOICE FOR YOU. His hand is extended to you: take it, rejecting all other gods and unclean spirits which you cleave to and make Christ the Lord of your life, He who died for you and was resurrected, for it is He who holds the keys to death and hell, both of which will be thrown into the Lake of Fire. Choose your master this day: for where your master goes, there you will go also.

CHRIST THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE! "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. For God did not send His son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." (John 3:16-17). God knows you are familiar with this verse, and now you will learn the true depth of its meaning. One day, you will rejoice with the Lord Jesus who is with us always, both in this life and in the next, and I for one cannot wait to see the joy that fills you (and soon after, your family) the day you receive Christ, showing the world that He is alive and you have received new life in Him! Your testimony of His mercy and faithfulness will be one for the ages...it's impact on the world will be incalculable.

Prayer warriors, it’s time to rise.

200,000 residents have been evacuated this week from the near imminent collapse of the Oroville Dam, which threatens to put the entire valley under 100ft of water. The details of the disaster have been well covered by the media. We must be aware of something greater.

The state of California has been under threat of judgment for decades, and this is only the beginning. The level of its wickedness continues to rise, as sin becomes more normalized to shocking degrees.

And yet there is even hope for such a wretched state. This may be obvious to some, but God is sending a cleansing upon the land. He is not done with California, and we must pray that those innocents who would be caught in harm’s way would be spared.  Friends, the massive amounts of rain were not a mere weather phenomenon. We read in 1 Kings that the withholding of the rains from Israel was a sign of spiritual and moral dryness on the land. So bad was it that women were cannibalizing their children. But the rains returned, and with it a sign of both cleansing judgment and spiritual renewal.

Those in the prophetic gifting have been predicting revival on the west coast for years. A rise in repentance unto the Lord following judgment is a common theme in scripture, the mechanics of which are in play throughout the world.

Ahab and Jezebel are going to be dealt their just desserts. Next will be continued rain, but not destructive rain. Rejuvenating rain that will wash away filth.

​Allyn Atadero is no ordinary Christian.

“I am at a time in my life when I want to forgive everyone,” he stated in a recent conversation with 252. The strength of that statement is made clear from the horrific events he and his family endured 17 years ago.

From October 2nd through October 7th, 1999, search efforts for 3-year-old Jaryd Atadero were obstructed by bad decisions and strange events which led directly to the case growing cold. The young boy went missing while on a nature hike with a close family friend and 10 other adults along the Big South Trail, located in Poudre Canyon northwest of Fort Collins 25 minutes from a resort owned by his father Allyn. On the first day of the search, a rescue copter looking for Jaryd crashed in the mountains. Things only grew worse. Expert trackers, search and rescue teams, as well as teams with scent dogs were turned away by investigative leads, a decision that baffled and haunted many of those involved. Potent leads were also ignored, and communications with the family were virtually cut off, leaving them to glean updates from the news media. The extraordinary series of events that led to Jaryd being virtually spirited off the mountain left an endless hell of unanswered questions for the Atadero family.

In his book Missing: When the Son Sets, a year before his son went missing, he writes, “Before summer had arrived, we had taken the bold step of putting a lighted cross in the front of the parking lot of the Poudre River Resort.” The idea was to let travelers know the resort was a safe place to ask for assistance in times of trouble.

He continues, “We had a peculiar feeling that we had started something big when that cross became a symbol of safety in the mountains. We often had stranded travelers who needed an emergency place to stay, or others who were out of gas, stop because of the cross. We believed it was our mission to help those in need, and we never charged for rendered services or rooms when people found themselves in difficult traveling situations.” During their first busy month that summer, a landslide blocked almost all travel for several weeks, and the family found it difficult to recover financially.

That same year prior to Jaryd’s disappearance, a different Christian Singles group had been hosted. He continues, “A minister, an acquaintance, suggested that we would be challenged because of our beliefs. After the Sunday morning church services, one of the Christian Singles men was involved in a motorcycle accident on the way out of the canyon. Tragedy continued to follow.”

As co-owner of the Poudre River Resort, he had once more hosted a Christian Singles Association group the weekend Jaryd vanished. One member of the group was named Janice, who had taken the Ataderos in while Allyn searched for living accommodations and teaching positions in Littleton, CO. Allyn had reluctantly let Jaryd and his 6-year-old sister Josallyn to accompany Janice and ten other adults on the hike, most of who were known to Allyn. Their initial destination was only minutes away, but group leaders decided that better hiking could be found another 11 miles down the road. Without telling Allyn, they departed. The group split into two, a fast and a slow group, with an awe-struck Jaryd traipsing in between. Janice yelled for him not to get too far ahead, but when he turned the corner to the trail, she suddenly felt fatigued and laid down on a rock with Josallyn for a nap. Several other hikers heard a distinct child’s scream, including sister Josallyn, who described it as ‘playful’. It was the last time Jaryd’s voice was heard.

To this day, that part of the case remains a puzzling clue. Why would Janice, who had been so responsible and careful in the past, now relinquish her vigil over an inexplicable fatigue? None of these scenarios were questioned by the investigative leads on the case, though Janice herself was not accomplice to any foul play. During the search, a park ranger at Mesa Verde National Park filed a sighting report at Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado, a 9-hour drive from Poudre Canyon, after seeing Jaryd’s photo on the news while eating dinner. He was certain he had seen the boy that day, and stated that the boy kept trying to hold his hand. A man who he had seen walking with the boy kept calling him something like “Gerald”, but thought nothing of it at the time. His statement fell on deaf ears. A friend of Allyn’s named Cindy investigated the area where Jaryd had gone missing. She happened to come across a family staying at a cabin way back in the sticks, who she said was acting suspiciously. They were painting their VW van a different color when they noticed here watching. One of them jumped into a truck and sped over to her, screaming at her to leave. She told a friend, who reported it to the sheriff. It was ignored.

A week later the search ended. Allyn had no answers. Three years and 8 months later (Jaryd himself was 3 years and 9 months old when he vanished,) his remains were found 550ft above the Big South Trail. Two theories had prevailed in the eyes of the Sheriff leading the investigation: Jaryd had fallen into the river and drowned; a mountain lion had attacked and killed him. Both of these theories were obliterated, as the clothing was found mostly intact with no blood or lion hairs present. They found the top of a child’s skull and a tooth surreptitiously placed on a log. The circumstances of this find will be covered in our interview with Allyn.

All these things are just the tip of the iceberg. As we prepare to sit down with Allyn Atadero and discuss his experience, he’ll be filling in many gaps and presenting odder and sometimes inspiring circumstances that will make your head spin. The hardship he’s been through, however, hasn’t dulled his faith or shaken his resolve.

“Jaryd’s search was filled with many mistakes,” he stated. “But in order to receive grace, I must give grace. I’ve been through hell, now I walk in peace. God’s peace.”

That we all should, Allyn. Stay tuned for more coverage of the Jaryd Atadero case.

A new dream. Please help me pray for its meaning:

"I was riding a bike down a rural road that led to a filthy polluted city in the distance. Between me and the city was a large, billowing cloud of what appeared to be smog. I saw movement within the cloud, and as I looked more intently I saw what appeared to be dark birds of some kind. The swarm was so thick and the birds so numerous that it looked like it was a cloud of something else.

Then just above to my left I see a group of bald eagles eagles swooping in and attacking the birds. There were five or so of them in this group, and two more swooping in from the right of the swarm. They were ferocious in going after these things. 

Then I felt something flying up from behind me. I turned to look and saw a bald eagle flying up past me and smoothly landing on the front of the bike I rode. The eagle looked at me and seemed completely docile. It had intelligent eyes, but still had the mind of a (perhaps very smart) animal. It's approach could be described as similar to a dog and even sniffed around my face like one. Was it telling me it was a friend or an ally? I held out my arm. It stepped onto it completely unafraid, its talons causing no pain typically associated with a bald eagle's grip. Then I noticed its talons. It's feet were completely different than those of the eagles flying above. It's feet were like those of a scavenger or non-predatory bird. It also had more talons than a normal bird.

I should note that to my right was a body of water, the sun managing to break through the storm-cloud ridden sky to glisten on the rippling water.

At this point there were two more scenes, but the last one is most pertinent. I was on a beach. It felt like an Israeli beach, but I can't be sure. There was a sudden rash of large explosive booms coming from an invisible source. I knew in my spirit the Large Hadron Collider had been turned on. People were screaming, a mother who was sitting on a beach towel on the sand was clutching her child tightly, not knowing where to run or what to do.

Then a portal opened. I want you to know that in this portal I saw an angry, venemous crowd of homosexuals. A second portal opened, contain a sports stadium full of them. The portals hovered in midair, not like a stargate, but like a somewhat round window projected onto 'reality', fluctuating around its blurry edges like a flat bubble that undulated lightly like a sheet in the wind.

Out in the water was something that looked like a futuristic war ship. The next amazing thing that happened, was that the frenzied masses of homosexuals in each of these portals were released like savages, who then went to war against each other and destroyed their movement."

What I believe this dream represents is a renewed attack on the growing darkness in our world by an empowered few. The final eagle may very well represent me. Instead of flying up into the sky to help the others it stayed grounded and gentle. Perhaps that is a good thing, but I need to pray on it more.

It could also be a tare, an enemy in disguise.

The second segment, I think, is a metaphorical shaking. Though CERN's Large Hadron Collider poses very serious threats, I see a dual meaning in the dream. That a rift is going to be torn open and, in the confusion and seeming destruction, the enemy will fumble about and destroy themselves because they could not recognize their own. This we read about in Judges, beginning in chapter 6. Gideon was called by God to lead an army of men against the Midianites, who had occupied Israel in their rebellion. God sent Gideon with 300 men, armed with a pot and a torch while the Midianites were sleeping in their tents. Shouting "A sword for the Lord and for Gideon!", they threw the pots into the valley, which awakened and frightened the Midianites into attacking wildly in the dark, killing each other to the last man.

A sad situation, and one I hope leads to much repentance. Jesus Christ is the way, the truth, and the life. The only healer in a nation. Please pray that God awakens the nation!

I had a dream where I was shown a map in front of me. It was of North America, both Canada and the U.S., which had distinct ink splotches in many areas. The black splotches were deliberately made, and I felt in my spirit they were marking territories of some kind. The biggest splotch I noticed was in Canada's Northwest Territories, covering an area that extended just northwest of Great Bear Lake sitting between Tuktoyaktuk and Paulatuk and perhaps reaching as far down as Fort Good Hope (I looked up these locations after the dream).

The splotches reminded me of dark storm clouds, blackest black, where someone or something held dominion. I feel this is pertinent to a matter I've been researching lately, but I continue to seek God's spirit on the matter. Pray for exposure of these dark things and for the healing of those who've been victimized by its malevolence.

We apologize for our lateness in reporting this, but we have received word of a Kickstarter fund that was launched last month to bring a film adaptation of some of the cases to theaters and homes in 2016. Titled Missing 411: The Movie, it is David's hope that this will force the government's hand on these cases so that families who've been suffering can have the closure they need. The campaign has already surpassed its goal, but there is still time to support the project with five more days left on the clock to reach a $150,000 stretch goal which will prove paramount to the film. Watch the trailer below, and we'll complete our discussion after viewing.

Some months ago we introduced you to a series of videos from investigator David Paulides, a retired police officer who now focuses his efforts on chronicling missing persons cases in National Parks (and beyond) via his organization, the Can-Am Missing Project. These are cases which are believed to have been deliberately swept under the rug by governmental agencies concerned with keeping the image of parks unblemished, and do not follow a normal pattern of evidence even by cold case standards. He authored four books on the subject called Missing 411, a series which has seen phenomenal success in independent sales (they are NOT officially available on Amazon), and the evidence these books compile is nothing short of staggering.

We encourage our readers to pray and intercede over the families of the missing, and that the culprit behind these various disappearances is exposed. Visit Missing-411.com for more information, or visit CanAmMissing.com to purchase David's books.

It is tradition among believers that a prophetic sign from God most commonly manifests in circumstances of miraculous tidings, but there isn’t one single way to typify God’s direction to man. By example the bible shows us that a sign is a portent of God’s impending will, a stamp of authentication on declarations of His promises. The clockwork nature of the universe is God’s most brilliant billboard to mark an occurrence beyond man’s capability to coordinate. Reading in Genesis 1:14, God declares 

We have weather and nature to tell us when the ecological seasons are on the rise, and so God reserved his cosmic creations to be a sign of things to come.

On the other end of the spectrum in Ezekiel 5:1-4, God commands his prophet,

But what does this have to do with Genesis 1:14? What do signs in the heavens look like and how do we discern their meaning? What times and seasons is God talking about? Are they only those which are directly referenced in Revelation and the Prophets? Or can we expect more? The bible establishes that even the hair of a prophet can be used as a sign, even in requiring the cooperation of the prophet himself, a co-act of divine origin. So why are we ignoring the signs in the heavens laid bare before the entire world?

The first clue to understanding a sign from God is the sovereignty of God himself. As stated before, this universe is beyond our ability to choreograph. We cannot manipulate the position of the stars or the time of the rising of the moon or the passing of comets. God also decreed the times we are to celebrate Him with feasts and holy days, traditions worthy of devotion. This brings us to our current tetrad of blood moons. Just as with his warning to the son of Nebuchadnezzar in Daniel 5 (‘mene, mene, tekel, uparsin), as well as the pharaoh’s double dream of the coming famine in Genesis 41, God has twice made His intentions known by timing these moons to the biblical feats of Passover and Sukkoth and not once but twice. We know that the days of these biblical feasts were not moved to accommodate these events, as Leviticus 23 and 25 firmly lay out, nor could they have calculated astronomical movements to such a precise degree to merely make it seem preternatural.

Thus, to dismiss this as mere cosmic coincidence is impossible.

Yet despite the impeccable timing, people continue dismissing these things as non-scriptural and naturalistic, understandably jumping off a crazy train of end-times prognosticators who have chosen to levy false predictions of biblical prophecy when no sign was given them but a worsening of things in the world. What did Jesus say about this?

Note: This dream was originally posted on the site thelonlelyprophet.wordpress.com. The dream was experienced in 2013. With the upcoming end of the shemitah, it's meaning is clear.

I walked in a forest in Washington state, on a tour that was promoted by a big name star. It was a walking tour of historically significant locations in the Pacific Northwest. We came to a large lake (water features very prominently in a lot of my dreams). There was a large evergreen standing near the grassy shoreline, the lake looking more like it was a glorified swamp than a true body of water.

I stood with my wife when the tour guide told us about a battle that happened here, and gestured for us to look into the lake. Under the water I saw all manner of lifeboats, all sunk to the bottom, arrayed as a kind of boat graveyard. Some where very basic, others rather ornate. One even had gold gilding around its rim. I looked around behind the tree for a moment, and when I glanced back there was a large ship sitting mostly submerged in the water. I looked to my wife in bewilderment. Do you see this!? I looked away several times in surprise, each time the ship rising up out of the lake until it sat upon the surface, ruined but functional. It was white like a riverboat and bore a similar shape, though smaller and without the massive rear paddle. I walked on board via cargo bridge, like what a car would drive over onto a ferry, and saw that the interior had been cleansed from the lake, put together from the remnants of what was left of the boats. I did not see its length, only its width from the stern. It seemed to have ample space, but still narrow and limited. As I stood in a lounge area, I noticed a large round clock on the wall, made from what looked to be steel, and was missing its hands and a few numbers.

The scene in my dream began to change, and when others came aboard, we walked out onto a parking ramp, where my wife and a friend were. They walked over to the open edge of the level they were on and looked out over a beautiful rolling grass plain. I saw that the outside of the building they stood in was like the boat, and the life boat itself had grown into a large building amidst a beautiful setting.

Interpretation: This is a final warning for America. People MUST get on board with God if they are to survive what is coming. It is not the tribulation. But it is the judgement that comes after 44,000,000 murdered babies, subversion of God's word which has led to gross moral depravity, and a vast money system that perpetuates it. What is the exact time that God will unleash these things? We can only trust Him for that knowledge.

The sunken boats are failed warnings (probably sunken by both the church and the heathen.) Ways of escape that went unheeded. God has offered us a way out many times and we've listened to the naysayers too much. The ferry that rose from the wreckage of the failed warnings is our last chance to find a safe place in Him, the only way one will survive. The clock with no hands and missing numbers represents that time has run out, and the hours have been shortened.

However, things will not always be a disaster. The ferry that was planted into rolling hills and that grew up into a spiritual place of healing represents that there is a replenishing, a redo for this country. We won't be what we were, but we will be by the Lord's mercy.

This blog isn't going to be heavily edited. There is something about being free to think and dig deep without having to varnish and posture. No fear of reprisal, no anxiety about others' opinions, to release the rigid questions we carry with us when no one wishes to listen. This site is for those people. No one here is going to quietly sidle out of the room at the mention of the word "Nephilim" or wave a hand of dismissal at the mention of "UFO." We at 252 know the truth of these things, and that they can no longer be swept under the rugs lining our fellowship halls. Christ has the answers to the questions we seek. All of them. His Holy Spirit indwells within the believer to confirm, guide, and counsel us on our journey.

Christ. Above all. The core of our faith and the rock of salvation. From His vantage point all things become clear. He never got freaked out by things considered fringe. Where today many reel when talk of the paranormal enters the conversation, Jesus confronted and exposed it. So did His apostles, and we're confronting it with the sense of victory we are to have as believers awaiting the day of the Lord.

We'd like to do that here. And so it begins.

"It is the glory of God to conceal a matter. It is the glory of kings to search out a matter." Proverbs 25:2.