first question, on the mortgage, well, they'd have so many problems, it would be a mortgage holiday too.
second, about paper money, I dont trust it worth a lick, they been spinning the printing presses for months now, printing billions upon billions of physical dollars, and you know, when you make MORE of a THING, its worth less, thats why I been telling everyone I know, love, talk to, everybody, buy silver coins, and they think I'm crazy. I been telling folks this for over two years, "oh thats just paranoid neil"...they said the same thing to me in 1999, when Crude oil was at 16 to $20 a barrel, told all my trading buddies, Crude oil is going to $70 a barrel, first stop, then to $120 a barrel. Oh you should have heard the howling, "neil's crazy".
Member when you asked me for my testimony? that was it, I was trading crude oil, making really good money, for me and for clients, but I always played a very fast risky trading strategy, always have, I was raised in two worlds, first military intelligence, then in the world of trading commodities, ever since I was young. anyway, at one point I had so much Crude oil I could have started my own oil company :-) I was making a fortune, but I was vastly overleveraged, and the market backed up on me juuuust a bit, but enough to absolutely ruin me. You know, if I had just been a BIT more cautious, today I would be worth a lotta lotta money, serious money, 8 or 9 digits, BUT, I wouldnt have Jesus.....so I DID make the right trade...amen?
The market closed, I'm wiped out, clients wiped out, brokerage houses screaming at me, etc. ...and I started to think of my two options, one, I could take a 9mm pistol, blow my brains out, this wasnt a serious option, it was just something I had "on the table" (I'm smiling at the ludicrisy of the whole situation, this was in may 2002)...but I was leaning to the second option, which was to call enough degenerate drug dealers I knew, buy enough drugs to get comfortably and completed blitzed to forget the whole mess for a few days, or maybe a week. (I'm laughing) But I had a "problem", not so much a problem, but a responsibility, I was to take my six year old son to karate class, and even though I was an unrepentant sinner, I would never expose my son to such nonsense, or even danger..ie driving or being blitzed anywhere near him, so I had to call his mother, my beloved, to "spell" me that day, so I could carry out my dark plan. (we were seperated at that time, we were childhood sweeties and engaged in periodic seperations) So I could tell her anything, and she was probably the only person that had any sway over me. I told her what happened, that the walls were closing in, that I might want to blow my head off, but I was leaning towards getting crazy high. I never took to likker or cocaine, just pills, opiates, and grass, stuff that would bring me down. I hadnt popped the question yet, coz she is a fiery red headed Chicago south side irish, they'll beat the tar outta ya, those girls are tough.
but she had just gotten sober...AA, about seven months before, and she told me this, "neily, if you get scared, dont look behind you, dont look ahead, just start praying to God, 'God, please be with me'...and now go be a father to your son, take him to karate".
Obviously, I didnt get blitzed, I took that dear boy to karate, but was I scared inside. Ginny, I leaned on that prayer, and began to lean on God like you wouldnt believe. I kept saying it in my heart, over and over and over again..."please God, be with me"...not as some goofy new age mantra, but a real plea, and He was always faithful...and in His Mercy, He comforted me and then something strange happened. I had never thought about Jesus, I was raised, not ethnicly, but spiritually as a Jew, in the synagogue, and had always believed in the Existence and Totality of Yahweh, Elochim, Adonai, Ha Shem, but never Jesus. He never "occurred" to me, not that I had anything "against" Him....no, to me, Jesus was a Gentile "god", but then this strange thing happened, the Small Still Voice, said, "go to a Church", so I called my son's mother and asked, "Baby, do you know of a Church I might like, I GOT to go to one this weekend". She was always a seeker, flirted with the new ager's that lived in our rural canyon, Hindu's, Buddhists and yes Christians. She had been working for John Tesh for a spell, and she was attending an Assemblies of God Church, but got frightened off after she went to seek the Baptism of the Holy Ghost, and a gaggle of well-intentioned, but over zealous sisters tried to "help" her, by all going off in tongues all around her, this terrified her, but she knew this was the Church for me, because she loved the pastor, (who is now my closet friend, mentor, older brother)...so I went, still breathing this prayer in my soul, "God please be with me"....just clinging to Him, listened to Ted preach the Gospel, left, spent a week just waiting till I could go back there, and before service, I went up to pastor, and breathlessly told him , "I wanna be saved", he smiled, and said "Why dont listen to the sermon, and if you still feel the same way, lets pray together"...I wasnt going anywhere, I already belonged to Jesus, we just prayed together afterwards. From then on, I was at every service, every Bible study, every prayer meeting, quit drugs, quit smoking, quit cursing, quit fussing, borrowed my beloved's Bible until I bought me an NIV Study Bible, read that over and over again, slowly, lovingly. God the Holy Ghost had me configure a homeless ministry in my canyon, blessed me with support, so I could bless them all with food, sleeping bags, Bibles, clean socks, etc. God also had me doing a "burrito minitry" to Latino day laborer's looking for work, outside the post office, I make a mean burrito and would hand out Spanish and English language Bibles. Me and another brother set up a Thursday evening intercessory prayer meeting that ran for three years straight in the home of a Godly 80 year old widow, what a saint she is, we would just scale the heights in those meetings. God even had me doing a "sign ministry", you see, our canyon road was 17 miles long, and it was a major shortcut for commuters, 40,000 cars a day on the main road, and the boxes of homeless food I would get had this great white cardboard, and I hate to waste, so I was saving them, and the Holy Ghost popped this idea into my head, why not do like the old Burma Shave signs that would be along the highway in the old days? YES!! I would write "Jesus is God", "Jesus is Love", "Jesus is Friend", and first I would put them on stakes along the road. My old canyon(dont live there no more) is well known as a hippie retreat, a hippie icon, many new agers, many satanic covens, just a LOT of unclean spirits, I could tell some stories, but once I started "signing" the canyon, that stirred the devil up like you wouldnt believe, the signs would be knocked down as soon as I put them up, so I started scouting telephone poles, and started stapling them onto the poles. same thing, down they'd come. So I got a small ladder, and put them higher, they'd last for two days, they I got a HIGHER ladder, this did the trick, they'd last for a week...then the "counter" signs came in, people writing sarcastic nasty things about Jesus. It was a battle royale. It got so bad the devil would send in demon possessed people masquadering as "believer's" into the prayer meetings to disrupt, making the most absurd blasphemous prayers you've ever heard, just sick stuff, one night after the prayer meeting, out of nowhere and for no reason, one of these sad possessed souls got crazy with the devil and was threatening to attack me, for no reason. Now if you know me, thats a bad idea, lets just put it this way, one of my favo-rite movies is "True Grit", and Rooster Cogburn is my hero...do you get what I'm saying? He's screaming at me, following me, I'm walking away, just shaking my head, wanting with everything to turn around and do some real damage to this poor soul, but Jesus said, "walk on, thats what the enemy wants, for you to take the bait, and do to this soul what the devil's being trying to do to him for years"....so I got in that car and drove away, foul denomic curses being spit at my car. I remember just shaking my head as I drove up the mountain thinking, 'satan, we're getting to you, arent we"...and just praising God. But a battle in that kind of place can get even more uglier, let me make this story short. my prayer partner Rob and I felt a need to go deeper with God, and we set aside a day for prayer and fasting and crying out to God up on my mountainside. We were going to go all day and maybe even into the night and next day, God willing, but at 11 AM, my stomach started to hurt....BAD, unusual bad. I just thought, Bless God, as I wanted a "Gethsemane" experience, I thought thank you Lord for allowing me to share in Your sufferings to a tiny degree, but then it got worse, and worse, so bad, I had to go back in the house, go off the fast by drinking some milk, it felt like somebody had speared me in the stomach or shot me, I kid you not. I couldnt even pray, all I could do was groan in pain. Rob went down and fetched me some Milk of Magnesia, didnt work, just kept growing in pain, and he left around six. Finally I heard God tell me "hospital..now!", so I had my son's mother rush over, and I was dying, I could feel it, but you know, and I think I really rattled her, when I said this, as she was driving me 20 miles to the ER, "If I die, its alright, its not a problem".....thats the way I felt, Jesus had released me from the bonds of death. She was scared, I wasnt. At the ER, they kept hitting me with all sorts of pain med's, nothing worked, until Dilaudid, pastor Ted came in, and he sat with me till 4 in the morning, when they admitted me, they couldnt figure out what was wrong with me, I KNEW what had happened, I told the pastor, but I didnt even voice such a diagnosis to a secular hospital staff ,they knew something was wrong, but couldnt figure it out, finally they gave me some jimmy rigged diagnosis, "herniated umblical"....now Ginny, I had NEVER known an ill day of health in my life, and suddenly I'm being cut open at 8 in the morning, after 24 hours before pleading the Blood of Christ over a stronghold of satan in travailing prayer? You know what happenned to me.
Took me about a month to recover, and a while later, God called me out of that canyon, which now has NO God honoring, Jesus loving , Bible believing Churches in it, they have a building they call a "church", but I'll say no more than that.
In about a month God has called me to my next phase of ministry. please prayer for me, your humble son, revival's a-coming Ginny!!, Praise the Lord. I love you, neil
oh ps....buy silver coins if you can...pre-1965 half dollars, quarters and dimes in rolls, they contain 90% silver and are REAL money.