Monday, October 22, 2007

Breaking The Silence - A Controlled Black Out (October 14, 2007)

I had just finished reading the scriptures and went to lie down on my rack. Before I could sleep I closed my eyes, raised my hands, and praised the Lord. The praises were sweet until I felt hands grip my wrists and jerk me up like the first pull of a tug-of-war. Before I could open my eyes to see what was going on I was flying faster than the fastest jet due east. Chicago, New York, The Atlantic, then Europe. Whatever gripped me I never knew but when it dropped me like a skydiver I wished it hadn't. Though I was falling much slower than my flight it was still at a speed deadly when stopped by the ground. This was my expectation any instant. Without knowledge of the source behind this journey or the intentions my death was all I could suspect at the time. I wasn't afraid because the God I was just praising was still the eternal hope for my soul even if my body were to perish. Suddenly my weight took on an anti-gravity lightness like a feather and my feet landed upon the ground. The sun had not yet risen but I could tell by feel I had landed in soil. In the dark I prayed fervently with every why question I could. God was silent! That non-response was the most terrifying part of my perplexing journey. The darkness was creeping into my soul with the noise of loneliness. I was craving my prison home like never before. My brain was receiving lots of input from feeling, smell, hearing, and taste but was in a frantic plea seeking input from my eyes and the spirit. The eyes were fixed shortly by the rising sun but my spirit was like a beam of light shot into the heavens finding not one target only empty space.

I could see I was in a field that was partially farmed. It was currently tilled with no crop or any structures. I would say it was an oval shaped 80 acre parcel encircled by heavy woods. Just over the trees I could see the smoke of fires that were being snuffed out and hear the activity of many peoples. To my left Roman soldiers began sifting out of the forest like sand slipping through fingers then assembling in formation. To my right were a gruff people I suspect as barbarians. None of their weapons appeared conventional though they looked deadly. I was a witness to what looked to become a very serious skirmish. Was I noticed I wondered? I didn't seem to be. Then like a whistle had blown to start a game war happened. Based on the carnage that transpired in close proximity to me it became perfectly clear I was an invisible witness. This was a good thing because I could not hold back my gasps of horror, my tears of anguish, or my screams of contempt. I saw the most horrid things. Wombs ripped open, decapitations, broiled flesh, impaling, mutilations of every kind. Handsome and comely faces contorted with evil intent or grimaced in suffering. Where was God in all this carnage? God was silent! The night soon came to what was the longest day of my life. Before the sun set I noticed that a lean-to was built behind me with a cot and bedding. I was weary unto death and that was the stench filling my lungs. It was over and it appeared that whatever they were fighting for there was no winner. For me I was still alive to recount the nightmare without rest. I prayed and prayed and I even blasted God for His negligence or apathy. No matter my words or sincerity God was silent! Finally my eyes too dry to cry another tear closed to the moans of the perishing.

The morning came and I was ready to begin the mourning but the field was empty. Perplexed again I wondered whether it was all a dream even though I was pondering this question from the very field I was supposedly dreaming about. A confused mind is not that reliable. It was the same field but different. This time their was a small farm house with smoke coming out of the chimney. I could smell something delicious was cooking. This was the first moment I realized I had not eaten. With all that was eating me I completely forgot about food. I walked to the house hoping not to be an invisible visitor but a man again noticed by others. I was hoping perhaps if men notice me God might talk to me again. As I got closer I could see two beautiful little girls dressed like dolls playing near a creek about 400 feet from the house and about 200 feet from the edge of the woods. Before I could get a clear picture of the landscape so to speak two men dashed from the tree line and kidnapped these girls. I didn't know if it was a game but it looked ominous immediately. They picked them up covered their mouths and dashed back to the forest. I followed them for about a mile until they stopped. The girls were terrified and panting with fear. I prayed to God because I had already tried in my strength to deliver these girls and was unnoticed and ineffective. "God you have to deliver these girls they are innocent, how can you let this happen?" God was silent! It became clear that these men were perverts and they began to molest and rape the little girls. I was sick with helpless grief. When they had finally finished their evil lust they strangled the life out of them and left them where they laid. I was angry. I assaulted the throne with contempt. There is no way God should have let this happen. I wanted to debate Him to challenge the way He ran this globe. If I was God for only a moment I would have prevented this evil. I could hardly imagine the anguish of the parents if they even knew what pain awaited them. I followed these men out of the forest for curiosity sake and hopes I could somehow cross the dimension divide to assist in justice. To my surprise they ran straight into a very old church. It must be older than the 12th century because the stained glass was in black and white shades before the invention of colored glass. These men came to a priest sitting at a table with some official I later discovered as a sheriff. Were these guys going to confess and turn themselves in? They shook hands and exchanged friendly greetings. They all knew each other it was clear. The priest asked if the deed was done. Just like we planed the men replied in harmony. The sheriff spoke and said that this should break the spirits of the family and they will be forced to leave. The priest said "we had tried by every method including purchase to obtain that property for the benefit of the church and those heathens would not respect God in the slightest. All they could think of was this world, this life. Now they will think of God." This thoroughly twisted my complaint to God but only made the knot tighter in my stomach. How? How? How and why? God was silent! I went back to the field and discovered the parents bereaved and inconsolable with their dead girls in their arms. I was pouring out tears unnoticed to others but very depleting to me. Most of the day had actually passed and the sun was now low in the sky. I went back to the lean-to not so much because I was tired but I had a fatigue of soul that would take any comfort as relief like a soft cot and warm bedding. I laid down wanting this nightmare to be just that and to awake with it being over. I prayed without much hope of an answer but more out of habit now. Still I desired to get my moorings by God's voice. No matter, God was silent!

I must have slept hard because the sun was high in the sky. I could see my breath, and the ground was covered in snow. The structure of yesterday, well my perspective of yesterday was absent, the field was nothing but a white blanket. It was quiet and the air was fresh. I turned back to the lean-to for something to keep me warm. As I bent down for the animal skin I heard the whistle of artillery. "Not again" my soul cried. I turned quickly and at the tree line explosions were taking place. Allied forces were coming out into the field. Germany's forces appeared from the other side. Soon the horrid nightmare was in full swing again. This was brutal not so much in hand to hand but bodies would disintegrate or stop in their tracks by unseen weapons. I saw a small squad shoot their Lieutenant and run from the battle. Men were getting pummeled by such force that their bodies were turned in to flesh shrapnel. Those who lived with their wounds were killed by their own force so not to be a burden on their resources. All the disloyalties seemed crueler than the weapons. The battle raged with various ebbs and tides but I couldn't take it anymore so I ran into the lean-to and covered my eyes and ears. I could still hear the cries of death and desperation though I tried to block it out. Once the noise stopped I still didn't look into that field. After about a half hour of silence I finally took my hands from my eyes to see what had happened. I wished I hadn't the entire field was blood red. There was no white snow except for a little in the tops of the trees. I was sick to my stomach but I hadn't eaten now in two days and had nothing to offer this field of my repulsion. I went to the lean-to and covered myself while in a fetal position. I was losing it under this violent assault. I cried out to the Lord with I think tears of blood. God was silent! I was now certain that the devil had picked me up and brought me all these horrors but I could not understand why God was silent and distant. Now I needed Him more than ever. I prayed and prayed to no avail until I was wearied and went to sleep.

When I woke the field was a pallet full of colors. Too many flower types to even list. The smells and sights were absolutely refreshing. I was really starting to notice my hunger though. I wondered if the flowers would taste good. In the distance was a large farmhouse and a windmill. I started to walk towards it but I must admit I did so with trepidation and those chills tingling your spine. I was shell shocked to say the least. As I walked I was overcome by the silence. There was just a gentle breeze moving the flowers on their stems and nothing else. I looked at the tree line but they appeared quiet also. As I got closer to the house I could see that this was a small dairy and cheese factory. Now cheese and milk was suddenly my favorite food. I hoped I was not an invisible guest and could get something to eat. Suddenly the silence was broken by the cry of a baby. It was not the cry of death but an "I need attention" cry. It was heading towards its sounding until I came upon what appeared to be a nine month-old baby boy. I couldn't understand why it was in this field all alone but no one from the house seemed to notice. I picked the child up and cradled him in my arms and he became silent. Then from the heavens I heard this is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased. I became faint and had to sit because my legs gave out. I so much wanted to hear God and now out of nowhere I have. I thought I had done something wrong. I cried and the baby smiled. I looked upon this child and was overcome with thoughts and emotions. I had never pictured God so humble and frail before. How is it that He would enter this world absolutely dependent on His creation. The risk inherent in this thought surprised me the most. I began to recall the scriptures of the warfare to destroy the seed of the Messiah's lineage before He was born and how Herod tried to kill the child after He was born. God who could destroy us in a blink as a baby. Here He was in my arms the God of all creation trusting me with Himself. I suddenly felt ashamed as I recalled my curses and threats to Him these last three days. Forgive me I asked. The baby's smile got larger. Then heaven continued; "My Son died for all the cruelty you have witnessed and for all you never will. He took every man's sin unto himself so you can be loved by me. For three days like yourself He was stuck in death and like you He was brought out. Unlike you though He still trusted in Me and didn't curse me in His travail. He had done nothing wrong and though I was silent I was still working on His behalf. Now take this boy to the family in the farmhouse."

I rose to my feet as my heart sank. I was condemned by those words but at the same time I was hearing from God and holding in my arms the greatest display of love in all history. That was an overwhelming comfort. I walked into what appeared to be the barn door for the animals in the back part of the dairy. Inside there was a family working diligently making cheese rounds. They didn't notice me at first but I said, does anyone know whose child this is? It was a question I wanted to blurt out the answer God's only Son. Before I could share my enthusiasm the women began screaming and dancing about and the frail old patriarch stood erect with tears flowing quickly. None of them could talk they were too excited. I didn't understand but I thought to myself is it that obvious this is the Son of God? Then my next thought was wow I'm noticed, not an invisible spectator. Well finally the patriarch came to my side and said "Young man God is faithful. May I hold the child?" "Of course," I replied and handed him the child. He held it like it was his own. The women where still crying, dancing, and praising the Lord. That all seemed appropriate somehow. The man rocking the child said to me. "Sir I've been expecting you for a very long time will you please join me for a fine cigar on my patio?" He walked away carrying the child and I followed. The woman came by to touch me with pointed fingers like testing to see if I was real and laughing when I was. The man asked me to hold the child while placing me in one of the two rocking chairs on the porch and said he would be back shortly after he obtained the cigars with something I needed to see. I rocked for awhile in awe of the smiling child who had not cried once since I heard Him breaking the silence. As the man sat down I learned that I was in a field in the Netherlands that had belonged to his family for over eight hundred years. He told me of the first of His relatives who almost lost it at the death of his two daughters and how God had used that terrible event to change the man's heart. Ever since then his family have been serving the Lord. He was a survivor of a concentration camp as a mere boy. He was about to be gassed when the night before God came to him in a vision. He said the vision was of a man holding a child. He asked the Lord what this meant and God replied. "The man will need you to uplift his spirit because he is about to do a great work for my kingdom and the child is your son who you will see again before you come home to me." He told me of how he drew a picture of that vision and how it encouraged him because he knew he wouldn't die. He had already lost all his family and he was the last to continue the family name.

The next day the Americans liberated him and he returned to this land. He built the house and the windmill. He got married to one of the dancing women and the others were his daughters and daughters-in-law. His first son was the joy of his life and part of his excitement was the continuation of the family when it had come so close to extinction. The cigars were burning down but he continued and I was enthralled. One day when his son was about nine months-old the generator on the windmill went out and he went to repair it. He realized that the child in the vision looked just like his son so he was overprotective about his son and never wanted him out of his presence. He took his son onto the roof of the windmill and made a platform for his basket while he worked. The child slept and enjoyed the fresh air. When he was about finished a lightning bolt struck the lightning rod about a few feet from him at the apex. The shock entered his body and flung him to the other side of the roof where his son was sleeping. Out of control of his limbs he crashed into the basket launching his son off the roof where he fell to his death. I wept immediately. He told me that God never talked with him much but that vision took on a whole new meaning of comfort after my boy's death. I realized that I was going to make it to eternity and that God one day would comfort me. I was going to see my boy one last time on this earth and then I was going to see him forever. Then he took out a very tattered piece of paper that had almost been folded into pieces itself. There were blood and sweat stains. He unfolded it and there was almost a perfect likeness of myself sketched in portrait. I was stunned. I said "That looks like me". He said it is and that child is my son. I was a bit confused but I had a sense the spirit was involved. I handed him the child and he took on the persona of a proud father and also the aura of divinity. He said to me, "Son, God was faithful enough to keep all that He had spoken to me. He told me about you 25 years before you were born. He knows all about you and you are in His plans like I was." At this knowledge I became like those dancing girls. I got out of my chair praised the Lord and danced the jig. I heard the man cough, I looked, the child disappeared and the man collapsed in his chair. He was gone and God had taken him home after keeping his promise. I took the picture in my hand and waved it before the Lord. I was not sad as this was the greatest sense of purpose I had ever seen. While praising the Lord I felt the grip of hands on my wrist and I was flying due west. In no time I was being dropped back into my cell.

I learned upon my arrival that it was Monday morning October 15, 2007 and Scott and I had court. We were beginning the trial. I knew that God had been involved in the back story and that I was never more safe in the danger I had to face today. Yes Lord you were never silent. From a baby's cry to mine you have always been speaking. I don't know if the event was a dream or real for the picture did not make my flight. Regardless God is in control. If it was real I have a new friend in heaven, but for now I have to encourage my friend Scott, my co-defendant, and brother in the Lord with one amazing story. A story as old as man himself. God loved us enough to die for us and to come as a dependent child. All our evil is covered by a love that is greater. Today we walk in that love before evil men and can feel confident. Even if we don't hear God's voice in our hour of need He is not silent! Scotty, a cigar aficionado just then said, "I must be ready to go home because you smell like cigar smoke."


neodemes said...

Wow. Amazing story. You should add that to these others at YouTube

"I saw a small squad shoot their Lieutenant and run from the battle."

Gosh, who could this be referring to?

Here is another touching story:

God, Speak to Me!

The man whispered, "God, speak to me." And a meadowlark sang. But the man did not hear.

So the man yelled "God, speak to me!" And the thunder & lightning rolled across the sky. But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you." And a star shined brightly. But the man did not see.

And, the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle." And a life was born. But the man did not notice.

So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me, God, and let me know you are here."

Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

This is a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted...even in our electronic age.

The man cried "God, I need your help"...and an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.

But the man deleted it and continued crying.....
"The good news is that you are loved."

Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.

~ author unknown

Y'all have a nice day!

~~The Swami~~~ said...

Thank you god of deletion. 10 SOP posts a blink of an eye.

neodemes said...


mogel007 said...

Notarial Dissent wanted me to defend my position that the Defendants are winning. Most of the comments come from a lady attorney who calls herself Demometries or something like that; I suspect my spelling is incorrect. I appreciate her comments and most of her comments seem accurate, but her conclusion based upon all of her comments, shows she isn't fair and isn't coming to a fair conclusion. All right here goes, straight from the mouth of the Naysayers:

"Throughout the government dull dull opening....."

"I would think they would have learned to be a big more careful boring the jurrors."

Here's a lie: "the defendants have made no showing that the institutions have withheld any information." LOL

Truth: Yet Judge Bean says: "It's hard enough getting a servicer to admit there was an error and avoid litigation by at least correcting the mistake."

"The prosecutor walked Flea through his broker agreement with Dorean. Nothing particulary exciting. When the jury is present, the Judge is friendly, affable, professional and helpful. When they're gone, he is PISSED AS HELL at the defendants, and none too keen on the job being done by the proseuctor."

Remember when Flea said just wait until the witnesses testify and then Kurt & Scott will be toast?

Well here's what was said of Fleas testimony:

"Fleas testimony continued and was nothing spectacular. No smoking guns, no inside dirt. He testified that he pled guilty because he continued to sell the scheme even after he realized that it was a scam that didn't work. He claimed to be a product of his own greed. Cross was WAY MORE INTERESTING than direct. Fleas demeanor changed when Johnson spoke to him. He became compliant AND RESPECTFUL, and DIRECTLY CONTRADICTED his earlier testimony, about the scheme being a scam. KURT'S CHARISMA had a tangible effect on Flea. Johnson used the opportunity to show the jury photos of the nice building that housed the business, the law library in the business, the customer service center, the computer server that housed the website and so on, implying but never saying that the trappings are what make a business legitimate. IT WAS FASCINATING TO WATCH."

"The last witness of the day is an OCC fraud examiner named Matthew Johnson. He was qualified as an expert witness, but I HAVE NO IDEA what the point of his testimony was. LOL
Apparently NEITHER DID THE JUDGE. To make matters worse, his answers were unclear & occasionally flippant. Juries don't do flippant. At the end of the day, the government said he dreaded phrase, "no further questions". Once the jury was gone, the judge started to CHEW OUT THE PROSECUTORS, but stopped when he realized he'd just be giving Johnson and Heineman ammunition when cross starts tomorrow." So does her fair statement alone justify her conclusion that the Dorean Group's chances are "slim to none". No, that's not a good conclusion at all after listening to her many other comments.

Here's another comment from another BAFOON EXPERT WITNESS FOR THE PROSECUTION:

"OCC guy stated that he researched the Swiss Bank that the Dorean Group was using in relation to their phony bond scheme and there were no such business at that address in Switzerland. There was only a flower shop. When the Judge asked what research he'd done to prove that, OCC said he'd looked it up on the internet. LOL

Even Notarial Dissent said:
"I am CONCERNED that the prosecutor will try and present too technical a case and lose the jury as happened in LV earlier".

Naysayers think prisoners can buy beer in jail and that the First Mutual Trust of Switzerland is a bank instead of a trust company. LOL

Even Nemo says: "Prosecution shoots itself in foot. News at 11:00."

Another attorney says: "Johnsons defense seems to be emerging."

Here's another witness for the prosecution: "Like the other Dorean clients, Smith resolve MELTED when Kurt started his cross examination and said that he THOUGHT KURT AND SCOTT WERE HONEST AND STRAIGHT FORWARD. WHEN ASKED IF sMITH BELIEVED kURT & sCOTT WERE HONEST, Smith sat silent for 20 seconds, (an eternity in a courtroom) and conceded that Dorean hadn't delivered on their promise." Doubt is the Defendants best friend & doubt of the poorly written charges of fraud, will help the jury see that the Defendants are innocent. If an expert witness can't say EXACTY and specifically answer a question immediately, than there is plenty doubt of labeling Kurt & Scott scam artists or saying they are anything less than honest. Smith didn't answer the question immediately because he knew Kurt & Scott were honest and sincere in their process and beliefs, & Smith knew that the Dorean Group knew their cause is just, so he couldn't say that Kurt & Scott were dishonest, he could only say "that they haven't delivered yet,", but that delivery is the fault of the banks, the FBI raid, the bad press, the illegal actions of lenders, etc., not the process itself.

"The defendants have been calling themselves con artists and scammers. One of the prosecutors fell into THAT TRAP and referred to the defendants as scammers". LOL

Is it any wonder that the Judge didn't object to such labeling by the prosecution ??????? No, the judge allowed it in silence. Again, Judge Alsup's prejudice is showing by not stopping the prosecution from using derogatory labels to prejudice the jury.

Dr. Caligari in opposition to Notarial Dissent's views said: "Bank fraud and mail fraud DO REQUIRE A SPECIFIC INTENT TO DEFRAUD AND A GOOD FAITH BELIEF IN THAT TRUTH OF THE REPRESENTATION IS A DEFENSE, SO KURT IS NOT TOO FAR OFF THERE." Obviously that ill intent is not present nor has the prosecution been able to show that to date.

Yes, Notarial Dissent, putting all of those statements into it's proper context shows that even the naysayers are admitting the defendants are KICKING SOME ASS & the prosecutions case is dull, boring, and ineffective in proving anything due to the stupid expert witnesses the prosecution has called to date already.

No I haven't lied. I just have to present what has been said by all of your buddies, to show that you are the liar.

neodemes said...

In the final analysis, now the only words that will truly matter are the one's that proceed from the mouth of the jury foreman, er, foreperson.

~~The Swami~~~ said...

SOP, you wacky little man. In your tradition of conspiracy, carnage, and momentary insanity. I give you this to put in your pipe and smoke. (Get Ready Folks.........He may go on and on about this one)

Countdown to
December 21 2012, 11:11 A.M. GMT
1884 days, 17 hours, 26

"Getcha yo popcorn's gonna to be a show"

~~The Swami~~~ said...

I think I'll take out huge loans about a month before the big day(12-21-12). I mean..... I won't have to pay them back.........right SOP?

Party at my house December 20th 2012 !!!!!! We will stay up all night and watch the big day the next morning on my HD tv. Oh.....HD probably won't be that big a deal by then. Well.......I'll have the bounce house inflated to maximum capacity!!!!!!!!!!! See ya then!!!!!!!!

Pauligirl said...

More on the bond...

Judge Roy Bean said...

Gashler, what you don't seem to comprehend is that a jury is sitting there watching and listening to what 99.99999999% of typical jurors are going to see coming from Johnson and interpret it as what can only be described as complete BS.

Then of course, they'll be instructed to try to take all of that into consideration in their deliberations.

But you and your pals' problem is most people aren't as ignorant and gullible as you and your clients. Not that many actually bought in on the scam and only a few hundred actually stuck with it when they finally learned what had been done to them.

So now you'll get to see what a jury of rational people will do when presented with the facts of the scam instead of the crafted message from the Dorean promotion machine.

Let me give you a clue, chances are, none of the jurors would have fallen for it. They're not under the influence of members of their church or family who seem to be looking for mysterious, secret and dangerous reasons behind all their problems.

So one has to ask what a former poster here used to ask you, what does your pastor say about your involvement in promoting the scam?

From what I gather looking back over your posts, you're allegedly still a member of the Mormon faith. Are you actually? If you are, are you prepared to say your faith supports your promotion of the scam? Or don't they know about it yet?

I also can say the two Mormons I have discussed this with (one of which is an Elder) wouldn't touch this kind of scheme and would condemn those who would promote it. Are they misrepresenting their faith or are you?

That's an easy question, Byron.

You can't have it both ways. You either live up to your faith or you're condemned, right?

Which means you vouch for Johnson over your church leadership.

Doesn't that put you in jepoardy, not only here but in the after life?

Pauligirl said...

mogel007 said...

Why would the bank need to keep the note alive if as you say the cancellation of the deed of trust, automatically cancels the note?
Because sometimes, there is more than one piece of property on the Deed of Trust and the bank just releases one. Some contractors, when doing large developments, run a master Deed of Trust, for construction where they release a sold lot and replace it with another one.
mogel007 said...
The Dorean Group filed a deed of reconveyance or discharge of mortgage for all clients, SO WHERE ARE THE ORIGINAL NOTES THEN FOR ALL THE CLIENTS? They must be paid off or satisfied too then. :o)
The banks are still holding them because the loans were not satisfied.
mogel007 said...
Where's my ORIGINAL NOTE? The lender hasn't sent it to me yet, so Notarial Dissent's theory ABOUT ALWAYS GETTING HIS NOTE BACK PAID IN FULL, MUST BE INCORRECT.

Notarial Dissent may get his note and Deed of Trust back. Depends on what bank he is dealing with. If you paid your loan off, you can ask for the note and Deed of Trust. You may or may not get it back. Thing is, if the bank filed a Satisfaction, it doesn't matter. If it is truly paid off and the banks files a cancellation, you're done. The note and Deed of Trust no longer have any significance.

neodemes said...
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notorial dissent said...

Moogs, I never said I wanted you to defend your position, I said I wanted you to explain your lie and misquote. A. Demo is not a lawyer, B. her conclusions are based on years of experience, and a whole lot more intellect than you will ever bring to bear, and C. she did not say what you claimed she said, therefore you lied and mis-quoted.

Moogs, you are entitled to whatever conclusion you want to draw from what has been said or printed. I said then, and will say now that I am not impressed with the prosecution, that I am afraid they will bore the jury to death with an overly technical case, and that they are not doing as good a job as maybe they should. That does not, however, equate to saying that I, or anyone else for that matter, think dim and dimmer are “winning”. In point of fact, I think dim and dimmer will more than make up for any lapses in the opposition by thoroughly teeing off the jury and will by their actions prove the prosecution’s case in spite of any lapses they may make. I have said before that their egos are their own worst enemies, and they will continue to prove me right. In any event, all the dim duo is accomplishing is to dig their graves that much deeper. You are entitled to what ever view you chose to take, but you are not entitled to mis-quote and then use the mis-quote to bolster your own statements, that my dear Moogs is a lie, and you did, you got caught, and you have been called on it.

Incidently Moogs, the “bond” you keep going on about, is about to get shredded, the gov’t is putting on a financial bank fraud specialist who will testify that he researched FMT, and has documentation from SW that it does not, and did not exist, that it is not a bank, insurance company or anything else but a papers shell, and he has the documentation from the Swiss government to back it up. Oops Moog, there goes another one.

tcob247A said...

One question......where are all of the "FIRE UP THE GRILL" people??

Has Kurt made the big announcement of when and where his big release party will be?

Have you all set up your secret bank accounts for the big windfall you will secretly receive after the trial


And where is my good buddy Kahooyah?

Scott from Vineland said...

Byron, I have never seen ANYONE grasp at straws as desperately as you do in your “winning” argument above. It’s almost enough to make me feel sorry for you.

mogel007 said...

Judge Bean said: "what does your pastor say about your involvement in promoting the scam?"

Show me a written statement from the First Presidency of the Mormon Church (the highest authority), concerning the Dorean Process, or pertaining to Kurt JOhnson or Scott Heineman, and I'll listen to what you have to say. Until you can find that, you just need to shut up, along with your stupid friend, who is an Elder in the Mormon faith also and who claims a special dispensation from God & the Mormon faith & claims to know their strict position concerning these matters. The Mormon faith encourages people to pursue their issues of conscience. I could care less what your ignorant "Elder" friend thinks. I'm sure both your friends would be people I wouldn't get along with at all. Please relay my message to both your Mormon friends. There are stupid people in every faith including the Mormon Church.

neodemes said...

Scams and Mormons are no strangers, it seems.


The Kirtland Bank was created in the State of Ohio by Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon. Joseph was the Cashier and Sidney was the President. Unable to obtain a Banking Charter, Joseph and Sidney created an "Anti-Bank" Bank. Depositors were lured in because Joseph Smith told his followers that as a Prophet of God, the Bank would never fail.

Joseph Smith's delusions left them empty-handed and the bank declared bankruptcy. Many faithful Mormons lost their live savings and investments - and their faith. Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon fled Kirtland under the cover of darkness in January of 1838 to escape bank depositors who were given worthless bank notes in exchange for gold and silver deposits.

The bank was a complete scam from the beginning.

mogel007 said...

"To be fair, many other banks failed during the "panic of 1837" and Saints who were ready to apostatize decided that Joseph's speculation looked more like an indiscretion than grand larceny."

You forgot to print that quote Nemo. Actually, you & Joseph Smith have something in common. You were both unsuccessful with financial matters. Joseph Smith's bank, more like an "association" failed & you declared bankruptcy, and you judge Him? LOL

Times were tough for almost everyone during that time period to be fair.

At least Joseph Smith tried to do something great with his own vision of this bank. What have you done except complain like a little girl?

mogel007 said...

Nemo LIED AND SAID THAT THE bank couldn't fail because Joseph Smith said it wouldn't fail and all would be well, but what was really said, was that Joseph Smith's promise from the Lord was CONDITIONAL. The word "if" is a big word that is too incomprehensible to Nemo apparently.

Liars like Nemo don't want to tell the full truth, but like to twist what was really said. Since the Saints in general had not kept the commandments of God, punishment hit the land, along with the association or bank that was set up, to fail as a punishment by God. God's blessings are conditional, just like Joseph Smith's promise concerning the bank. What kind of moron spends his time tearing down a major religion anyway, and tells lies to do that? Here is what was really said below:

"Wilford Woodruff, who remained true to the Church and became the fourth President, confirmed the fact that Joseph Smith claimed to have a revelation concerning the bank. Under the date of January 6, 1837, he recorded the following in his journal: "I also herd [sic] President Joseph Smith, jr., declare in the presence of F. Williams, D. Whitmer, S. Smith, W. Parrish, and others in the Deposit office that HE HAD RECEIVED THAT MORNING THE WORD OF THE LORD UPON THE SUBJECT OF THE KIRTLAND SAFETY SOCIETY. He was alone in a room by himself and he had not only [heard] the voice of the Spirit upon the Subject but even an AUDIBLE VOICE. He did not tell us at that time what the Lord said upon the subject but remarked that
this morning, ALL WOULD BE WELL." ("Wilford Woodruff's Journal," January 6, 1837, as quoted in Conflict at Kirtland, page 296)

mogel007 said...

Nemo said: "Scams and Mormons are no strangers, it seems."

I guess liars and morons also are no strangers either.

neodemes said...

moogie whimpered:

"I guess liars and morons also are no strangers either."

Aw, don't be so hard on yourself, moogette.

As for the Kirkland bank stuff, I didn't write it, I just posted it, complete with link.

The Mormons are a major religion only because there are a lot of misled folks.

Truly tragic.