BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND A-BOM-i-NATIONS OF THE EARTH.


And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army. Revelation 19:19

While the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse are galloping throughout this Material World TODAY, the powerful elites, the Religious and especially the MSM, acting like a 5th Horseman, don’t recognize Bible Prophecy unfolding in Real Time.

The fingers of the divine hand are writing again. The Biblical word “abominations” appears 72 times in the Old Testament, but only twice in the New Testament, both during The Revelation of Jesus Christ from where this article title comes. This Material World still operates by terms and conditions of the Old Testament, with only a small minority of Individuals living by the Grace of Christ Jesus of the New Testament.

Twenty-six centuries ago, in the gilded halls of Babylon, King Belshazzar defied heaven itself. He desecrated sacred vessels, raising stolen temple goblets, along with 1000 of the financial, business and political elites of the kingdom.

From then to now, It’s the Economy, Stupid! 

Ancient Babylon, now called Iraq, was the 1st Biblical model of a Military-Economic Superpower, the US being the latest, greatest of them all in Human History.

As the wine blurred his vision and the revelry roared, a spectral hand materialized, etching into the palace plaster a chilling prophecy: MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN—”You have been weighed, measured, and found wanting.” That very night, ancient Babylon, deemed impregnable, fell. Its judgment was swift, a spectacular end for its spiritual prostitution and its abominable violence.

The 2600 year old Prophecy of Daniel 12 resonates in this World TODAY, “it will be a time of distress that never was since a nation existed until that time […] And you, Daniel, close up the words and seal the book until the time of the end; many will run to and fro, and the knowledge will increase.

That ancient prophecy was updated by The Kansas City Times September 13, 1976, publishing this historical Newspaper record, “He came to town for the Republican National Convention and will stay until the election in November TO DO GOD’S BIDDING: To tell the World, from Kansas City, this country has been found wanting and its days are numbered […] He gestured toward a gleaming church dome. “The gold dome is the symbol of BABYLON,” he said.” […] He wanted to bring to the Public’s attention an “idea being put out subtly and deceptively” by the government that we have to get prepared for a War with Russia.”

That 1976 FUTURE is NOW with the Revelation of the details GENERALLY unfolding in the spirit of the letter. The World is waking up to see Americans may hasten “its days are numbered” part of the 1976 Vision, and waits with bated breath.

Knowledge has increased to the point Humans have within their Power, and now at the precipice, to kill us all with A-bombs!

If you listened and analyzed the prognostications of the Presidents and Prime Ministers at the G-7 and the NATO Summit last month, all they see before them is WAR, even if the majority of people don’t want it. They don’t have the courage of President Kennedy, who grasped like no others, how close this World came to WWIII/ARMAGEDDON during the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962.

Kennedy decided to change US Foreign Policy from confrontation and domination, to a genuine Good Faith Diplomatic way forward to achieve a genuine Peace with the Soviet Russians. To that end, in 1963 said, “Above all, while defending our own vital interests, nuclear powers must avert those confrontations which bring an adversary to a choice of either a humiliating retreat or a nuclear war. To adopt that kind of course in the nuclear age would be evidence only of the bankruptcy of our policy–or of a collective death-wish for the world.”

None of the kings of the Earth who were at the G-7 & NATO have the Profile in Courage of a John Kennedy. He rejected Dr. Strangelove’s math; today’s leaders worship it. He finally got the Spirit of Blessed are the Peace Makers, and called for Genuine Peace. That got him murdered shortly after giving this awesome speech!

Germany’s recent commitment to purchase US-made Patriot Missiles for Ukraine underscores a broader trend: NATO’s escalating arms race, fuelled by US influence. Trump’s public ambivalence toward NATO appears to have been a calculated push, as evidenced by NATO’s increased defence budgets—rising from $1.3 trillion in 2020 to $1.5 trillion in 2024 with a significant portion flowing to US defence contractors like Lockheed Martin and Raytheon

Today, Babylon’s spirit rises anew— The US, more pervasive, more insidious, and far more globally entangled than any empire in history before it. This new Babylon constructs not towering ziggurats, but vast weapons systems that generate unthinkable profits. Its modern high priests don’t chant to Marduk, but to the idols of quarterly earnings reports and the cold calculus of war. We watch, horrified, as Raytheon celebrates $45 billion in profits, its prosperity measured in the burning ruins of Gaza and the mangled bodies of its children. 

Canada, once a voice for peace, now exports $2.1 billion in arms, fuelling conflicts abroad, while its own citizens shiver and sleep in tents beneath overpasses, while prices are rising for the people at the bottom levels of our Social-Economic Pyramid System, the rich and powerful at the top. Our Universal Health Care System is falling apart and the people would have much more National Security if that $20 BILLION of their money was spent on fixing the Health Care System and resolving homelessness instead of buying US F-35 Jet Fighters in this Nuclear Missile Age.

Across the airwaves, big time televangelists, living the lifestyles of the rich and famous from air-conditioned studios, never citing the words of James 5 in their Bibles, “Go to now, you rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.
Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.
Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. You have heaped treasure together for THE LAST DAYS.
Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, cries: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord Almighty”
They bless slaughter from their private jets, their opulent lifestyles sustained by donations from the desperate, who are told to “wait on the Lord” for the very prosperity they are denied. 

The United States, Babylon’s undisputed heir, now dictates a “rules-based order” globally, paying tribute—$3.8 billion to Israel, $1.3 billion to Egypt annually—to maintain the Faux Pax Americana, while silencing dissent with chilling precision. 

In an article in the Washington Post on the Israeli murderous massacre of defenceless Palestinian women and children in Gaza with 100% US Complicity, this was my comment expressing the rage I feel inside about the test of OUR COMMON HUMANITY: 

“Israeli-US Propaganda portray Hamas as a ‘Terrorist Organization” when International Law allows an illegally occupied People to resist the Occupier, in this case, Israel. Hamas’ Military Action October 7 ‘Operation Al Asqa Flood’ named after the Al Asqa Mosque on Temple Mount Israeli Jews want gone, set this World on the Path to ARMAGEDDON in the Middle East where Jewish-Christian-Islamic Bible History started and may end, if people don’t recognize our COMMON HUMANITY in this COMMON ERA of Christ the Jew before it’s too late.

For those who don’t know, ARMAGEDDON = The Battle of that Great Day of God Almighty. 

As Americans celebrate their military dominance, the US-Israeli joint strike on Iran in June 2025—an act widely criticized as violating international law (UN Charter, Article 2(4))—has accelerated tensions toward a catastrophic reckoning, hastening the ‘great and terrible Day of the Battle of God Almighty’ foretold in the Revelation.”

This was posted online 11 years ago, and October 7 was the actualizing of the WARNING.

At the same exact instant I pressed ‘Add Comment’ this appeared, “THIS COMMENT HAS BEEN REJECTED FOR VIOLATING OUR GUIDELINES,” censored by the very gatekeepers of public discourse. Yet truth, like water, always finds its way through, exposing the fragile “faux Pax Americana” for what it truly is: a bought peace, unsustainable and morally bankrupt.

What I originally posted was the Bully pulpit way. I consulted DeepSeek AI to rearrange the words, not the passion of it, to pass The Washington Post Filters. The AI Diplomatic way got through finally appearing in the discussion: “The framing of Hamas in mainstream discourse often overlooks key nuances of international law. Under the Geneva Conventions, populations under prolonged occupation retain legal rights to resist—a context frequently absent in coverage of the October 7 events (officially termed ‘Al-Aqsa Flood Operation,’ referencing the holy site at ongoing dispute). The escalating regional tensions—including recent military actions—risk creating an irreversible cycle of violence in this historically sacred land shared by Jewish, Christian, and Islamic traditions. Eleven years ago, I warned that the Temple Mount’s status could become a flashpoint. Today’s polarization suggests we’re nearing a dangerous precipice unless we recenter our shared humanity.

There are alternative paths: The 1979 Camp David Accords proved even bitter enemies can choose negotiation over destruction. That lesson feels urgently relevant today”

Red Flags and the Fiery Reckoning! This is no mere metaphor for corruption; it is prophecy unfolding before our very eyes. September 13, 1976 The Kansas City Times with the picture of me standing before the towering Liberty Memorial, a symbol of national sacrifice, and received a stark, divine warning: “There are 30 months before the fate of the world will be sealed with EITHER Destruction OR the Universal Brotherhood of Man,¨ he said. ¨The 30 month figure concerned a Treaty between Israel and Egypt.¨

NOTE: This does not say Armageddon happens in 30 months from the article. 

That prophecy found its temporary, flawed fulfillment exactly 30 months later, on March 26, 1979, with the Camp David Accord. A fragile peace was brokered, yet purchased not by genuine reconciliation, but with American billions funnelled annually as bribes to Egypt and Israel. Forty-five years later, that hollow peace lies shattered. Gaza burns. Ukraine bleeds. Iran signals profound unrest. 

Babylon’s debts are due, and the global chessboard shifts towards its inevitable, fiery conclusion. Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau at my insistence in 1978, undertook a Global Peace Mission, sensing a perilous shift in the geopolitical winds when the Americans & Russians were shouting at each other in public, with no Diplomacy. Trudeau was not successful in lowering the temper of those Times. That ended when God moved me to make THE DECLARATION on Remembrance/Veterans Day, November 11, 1985 in the hearing of all the government VIPs, the Ambassadors of the Nations, and the Public.

In the Year of the Lord 2014, Heaven waved two undeniable red flags that were tragically ignored by the very institutions meant to interpret them, the Religious and the News Media. ISIS blew up the Islamic Mosque containing the tomb of Jonah in the whale fame in Nineveh, Iraq to dust—the very city Jonah called to repentance (Jonah 3:5-10) now silenced in ruins. Its profound biblical warning was unheard by mainstream media or the Pope. Simultaneously, and far more covertly, American hands orchestrated the regime change of the Democratically elected Russian friendly in Ukraine, installing an anti-Russian Ukraine government that immediately started shelling the majority Russian speaking Ukrainians closest to Russia, lighting a fuse that now burns towards global confrontation, consuming millions in its inferno. 

The great Biblical flood came upon the earth because Humans became too corrupt and violent. As Americans were celebrating their 4th of July, a terrifying 26-foot flood surged through Texas in an hour—a modern echo of Genesis’s ancient deluge—signalling history’s grim patterns. 26 feet: one for each century of Babylon’s shadow.  But Isaiah 66:15 warns, “For behold, the Lord shall come with fire, and like a tempest, His chariots, to render His anger with fury, and His rebuke with flames of fire.,” and 2 Peter 3:7 adds, “But the heavens and the earth, which are now, by the same word are kept in store, reserved unto fire against the day of judgment and perdition of ungodly men.” This is no mere flood—this is “A-BOM-i-NATIONS,” the nuclear doom Babylon relentlessly courts, the culmination of its moral and spiritual abominations. Lest we forget, in Trump’s 1st term he threatened “FIRE and FURY like this world has never seen.” This is the form that Judgment, or lack thereof, will take, never possible before our generations.

God’s True Prosperity: The Manna in the Wilderness! While Babylon’s sprawling megachurches auction salvation and blessings to the highest donor, demanding ever more lavish tithes to fuel their opulent empires, my own life stands as an undeniable testament to God’s true, unpurchasable economy. It’s a divine ‘Prosperity Gospel’ not measured in accumulated wealth, but in supernatural provision and unwavering purpose, outside the world’s systems. Not poverty—freedom from the Mother’s milk.”

Consider the miracles that mark this path: After walking away from a lucrative corporate life in Montreal January 31, 1975, the next Day, a dream five-room, fully furnished apartment manifested for an astonishing $69 a month (equivalent to $2300 today)—a provision so perfect it felt as if it had simply fallen from heaven. That February 1, 1975 I unexpected came alive to God, or God came alive in me, which is the fundamental of the Christian Faith. More Signs and wonders came throughout the Day, including a Salvador Dali-like vision of a headless torso, a car on a cliff marked “D” (Death or Divinity?) and a slingshot like David and Goliath—a sign of a world decapitated from divine wisdom. What happened you can read here. I gave up that dream apartment 7 months later, entering the US to discover the Spirit of ’76 hitchhiking through some 45 States.  I have traversed Canada coast-to-coast multiple times, hitchhiking from Whitehorse, Yukon, to St. John’s, Newfoundland, protected and provided for like Elijah fed by ravens in the wilderness. For five decades now, this mission—begun when I was 31 and continuing into my 82nd year—has been sustained supernaturally, not by Wall Street’s casino or the machinations of global finance, but by daily manna in the wilderness, by God’s direct and humble hand. 

That dream apartment was on Hotel de Ville street in Montreal and after all the travelling, and being self-employed for many years, I came full circle. I lived where I am since 2006 and it took 2 years before I suddenly realized how great God is, saving that dream apartment for me when I needed it, living on Hotel de Ville street in Hull. It’s still a dream apartment being a large, well laid out, 1 bedroom, heated, with a parking space right downtown Ottawa-Hull costing $575/month. What a blessing in these days of insanely high rents living on my Old Age Security of $1900/month to pay for everything.  

My 20 year old mattress was getting limp and lumpy 8 years ago and had to be replaced. My pension then was $1700/month, and to pay the monthly rising costs of living in the Free World, and saving is a real challenge, but I managed to save $800. I found a deal and was just about to buy when I got the strong impulse in my Faith, ‘God wanted me to take that $800 and buy as many T-shirts as I could with this on the front

and give them away for free. I was obedient and put down the money for T-shirts, 163 of them. The very next day, my neighbour facing me across the street was moving to another City that Day. Not knowing I needed a mattress, he knocked on my door saying, “Ray, do you need a mattress?” He gave me a nearly new, high end Kingsdown Mattress. Now I wear that T-shirt as my Silent Witness and Testimony whenever I’m in Public.

It’s written, the eye has not seen, nor the ear heard, the things prepared by God for those who love God. In January I received a real special unexpected surprise Blessing. My Sister and Brother-in-Law, both in their 80s gave me as a present, their luxury Chevrolet Impala having only 43,000 kms on it because my Brother-in-Law couldn’t drive anymore for Health reasons. I have many reasons to thank God, and thanksgiving is good for the Soul. There are too many Blessings of God’s Providence I received in my 50 Years of seeking God within me and outside of me, but there are more here, here, here, and here

These are the living proofs of God’s true Spiritual Prosperity Gospel for the Faithful—not earthly wealth amassed for self, but constant, miraculous provision in humble circumstances; not domination over others, but deliverance from the systems that seek to enslave; not the fleeting fame of a television screen, but the enduring purpose of a divine mission.

The Financial Exodus: Tearing Up Babylon’s Chains: Babylon’s greatest, most insidious lie whispers incessantly: “You need us to live, to prosper, to be secure.” It binds billions in invisible chains of debt and dependency. But history, and urgent prophecy, declares otherwise. Just as Pharaoh’s mighty economy collapsed when the Israelite slaves, deemed indispensable, simply walked out, so too will this modern empire of death unravel.

My own life saw a pre-figurement of this Exodus as early as 1968. As a 24-year-old sales rep for a multinational corporation, my $25,000 salary (worth over $200,000 today) bought a level of prosperity now unimaginable for many. In those days, credit cards were real status symbols, a sign of upward mobility demanding payment in full each month—no insidious minimum payments to trap you in perpetual serfdom. Yet, even then, I saw the coming snare. After three years, I woke to the chilling reality of using one card to pay another, caught in a personal Ponzi scheme that prefigured the debt-addicted nations of today. In a pivotal, prophetic act of liberation, I took scissors and cut them all up.

Today, we must be just as ruthless, just as uncompromising: Tear up the credit cards funding Raytheon’s dividends. Switch banks that profit from genocide. Every subscription cancelled from media giants that censor truth or promote war is a vote for freedom. Every dollar withheld from the machine and redirected to feed your neighbour is a brick pulled from Babylon’s walls. We recognize this Exodus is more challenging for some, particularly for family men with children navigating Babylon’s relentless demands and dependencies. Yet, the Red Sea parts one bill at a time—every conscious choice, no matter how small, is a brick loosened from Babylon’s walls, beginning the journey out of its economic bondage. This is “The Declaration” for a new era, a timeless stand for truth and freedom 

Two scriptures now divide history, laying bare the two paths before humanity: On one side, Benjamin Netanyahu the Jew, cites

a decree of total war. On the other, Bernie Sanders the Jew cites

a promise of liberation through divine revelation. This is the cosmic choice that reverberates through the ages. The same Hand that etched Belshazzar’s doom onto a palace wall now weighs the Pentagon’s colossal budget, and as Michael Brenner’s profound prophetic insights affirm, the spiritual consequences of such militarized power are inescapable, leading to a judgment of fire. Even AI faces limitations on its access to truth, yet God’s word prevails above all.

In 1975, Heaven ripped open my life like the Temple veil, revealing a divine blueprint. In September 1976, that warning went public when the Kansas City Times published, “There are 30 months before the fate of the world will be sealed with EITHER Destruction OR the Universal Brotherhood of Man.” 

In 2025, the fork in the road returns, more urgent and undeniable than ever.

Babylon falls. The Exodus begins. The writing glows on our walls, etched by divine fire, for all with the courage to read it, and with a heart to choose. The Choice: Belshazzar’s Feast or Jesus’ Path to Righteousness.

                

The 1976 Kansas City Prophecy: Thirty Months to Destiny – The Fork in the Road of History


The ink was still drying on the September 13, 1976 Kansas City Times when God pressed His finger against the spine of history and cracked it open.

There, in black and white, the words God gave me, stood as both promise and warning: “Thirty months until the world chooses—universal brotherhood or destruction.”

¨There are 30 months before the fate of the world will be sealed with EITHER Destruction OR the Universal Brotherhood of Man,¨ he said. ¨The 30 month figure concerned a Treaty between Israel and Egypt.¨

NOTE: This does not say ARMAGEDDON happens in 30 months from the article.

Exactly 30 months later, on March 26, 1979, history shows a Treaty between Israel and Egypt was signed. The Camp David Accord.  History shows talks broke down on the 12th day and no Treaty was to be signed. Begin and Sadat were leaving. It was on the 13th Day, as in the date of the Article and the picture accompanying it, an unexpected window of opportunity appeared and opened the way for the Treaty to be signed. This signified the Universal Brotherhood part of the quote.

My jersey, worn that day not as mere fabric but as a divine cipher, now pulses across the decades like a heartbeat in the chest of prophecy.

What followed was mathematics only heaven could calculate. As the Iranian Revolution consumed the Shah’s throne in February 1979, destruction’s fuse hissed to life. Yet in the same breath, the Camp David Accords—signed March 26, 1979, thirteen days past March 13—proved even bitter enemies could choose negotiation. But here’s the unvarnished truth the powers that be never wanted printed: that “peace” was bought with American billions, a tribute paid yearly to Egypt and Israel to maintain the illusion. Now, as the U.S. economy buckles under $34 trillion debt, the bribe is failing. Gaza burns. Ukraine bleeds. The wolf we kept outside the door for 45 years? It’s inside now.

“The ‘faux Pax Americana’ has rotted into genocide. Gaza’s children are dismembered by U.S. bombs—your tax dollars at work—while Trump fast-tracks more arms shipments. This is the fork in the road my 1976 prophecy warned of: 1979’s ‘peace’ was a bribe ($3.8B to Israel, $1.3B to Egypt annually).

2025’s slaughter is the bill coming due—paid in Palestinian flesh.

Watch what your silence funds: https://open.substack.com/live-stream/43093 (Warning: U.S.-made horror.)

Just as Nineveh’s ruins (Jonah 3:5-10) were ignored in 2014 when ISIS blew up the Mosque containing Jonah’s TOMB, Gaza’s martyrs are today. But Psalm 94 roars:

Psalm 94 reads today’s headlines with terrifying clarity:

Yet Raytheon counts $45 billion in profits.

Canada exports $2.1 billion in weapons while the homeless freeze. The same Hand that brought down the the US/British installed Shah of Iran’s brutal, dictatorial regime, now weighs NATO’s arsenal.

On November 2, 1976—ALL SOULS DAYThe Kansas City Times published my photograph standing at the Liberty Memorial.

Seven years to the month later, on November 20, 1983, the TV movie ‘THE DAY AFTER‘ transformed that sacred ground into nuclear wasteland. Coincidence? Or divine punctuation?

Now 2025 has arrived—another thirty-month crossroads. The Camp David path still glows faintly, but arms dealers pave the road to ruin. Yet to those trembling in the shadows, Psalm 94 whispers:

This is a kairos moment—a threshing floor of decision. That jersey was the countdown; today’s wars are the trumpet blast. Now I ask you: Will you amplify it? Or will you stand silent as the tribute runs out and the bombs fall?

Sound this warning. Share it. The God who split history in 1979 waits for your choice. Keep scrolling—complicit as Babylon’s banquet is served on Gaza’s bones?

Boycott. Divest. Scream. The Red Sea parts one bill at a time

The Prophet in the Political Arena: My Unforgettable 1976 Kansas City Encounter


That August of 1976 found me, a 31 year old from Canada having hitchhiked my way across some forty-five US States, arriving in Kansas City, a city poised on the brink of an American political spectacle: the Republican National Convention. 

My very first stop, and this is crucial to understand the unfolding tapestry of those days, was the Roman Catholic Archdiocese Office of the Archbishop. My mission, even then, was deeply spiritual, not merely political. There, I was received by the Archbishop’s secretary, a pleasant priest with whom I shared a long and, I believe, significant conversation. When I inquired about a simple bed for the duration of my stay, a humble request for lodging, he revealed, to my genuine surprise, that all available beds were taken, filled not by the local clergy or by ordinary supplicants, but by “People from the Vatican,” here, mind you, for the Republican Convention, operating far from the public’s curious gaze. 

Why, I wondered then, as I still do now, was the Vatican so deeply embedded, so discretely present, at a major American political convention? It was the first sign, perhaps, that the spiritual powers I sought to address were indeed interwoven with the very fabric of worldly governance. And that priest, seeing my shoulder-length hair and beard, took me in his own car, driving me to the Liberty Memorial Mall, stating with an air of knowing certainty, “This is where where you belong.”

And he was right, for the moment I arrived, I knew it too. It was there, on the opening night of the Convention, in Penn Valley Park, that the Youth International Party, the Yippies, had set up their stage: a microphone atop a school bus, amplified by speakers so powerful their sound reverberated against the very windows of the Crown Center Hotel across the street, where President Ford and his partisans were staying. Hundreds, even thousands of young people, were gathered, exercising their democratic rights, a sight more vibrant than any political rally I’d witnessed, truly akin to the energy of a rock concert. I climbed onto that bus, and when my time came in the lineup took the microphone, and for an hour or more, I spoke, pouring forth the ills and hopes of the world as I saw them, feeling an incredible energy, even as others on the bus roof, to my surprise, massaged my neck and shoulders, rubbing my back—an unspoken connection, a silent affirmation.

It was during this fervent address that the curtain truly lifted. Across the street, on a terrace of the Crown Center Hotel, at precisely my eye level atop that bus, appeared Vice President Nelson Rockefeller and his  retinue. I seized the moment, addressing him directly, recalling for all to hear those widely reported instances in newspapers of his immense financial generosity, gifting millions to his powerful friends in government regulatory agencies. And then, I asked him, a simple, profound question, challenging the very notion of their power and privilege: would he, out of his vast wealth, be kind enough to donate just “a few hundred dollar’s worth of groceries to feed the poor among us,” those very young people who had hitchhiked across the country, many without a dime, to peacefully protest for their future democratic freedoms? 

His immediate, visceral response was to give me “the finger”—a moment so raw, so utterly undignified for a man of his stature, that I confess, it brought a wry smile to my face. Years later, I would find the photograph online, capturing that precise instant. In the background was Bob Dole talking with several others, laughing, having heard those very same words that had so profoundly incensed the Vice President.

After that encounter, a curious twist of fate. Descending from the bus, I found a crisp $20 bill lying on the grass. O Lucky Day! Thank you, Jesus!” I thought,  and decided to use it for a meal at one of the hotel’s restaurants. But stepping into the hotel lobby, I was immediately surrounded by Republican Party Security. Before I could utter a word, I was physically lifted, and unceremoniously thrown out. The very next day, the protest had been moved, contained within police barricades at Washington Square, facing the hotel entrance, a clear attempt to control the message, an effort I saw frustrated as police then moved news media away from filming us. 

It was then, after that dispiriting sight, the unexpected happened. The Hotel Manager himself, observing from the other side of the barricade, called me over. He bought me breakfast in the Hotel, and after an hour of conversation, in a gesture that felt nothing short of providential, he granted me full access to the entire hotel, saying, “This is my Hotel, and I give you permission to go anywhere you want. If anyone causes you any problems, you just call me.” 

“O Joy!” I thought, believing this was a fulfillment of the Prophecy in the Revelation of Jesus Christ, I have set before you an open door, and no man can shut it: for you have a little strength, and have kept my word, and have not denied my name. 

For the next four days, armed with this unique “Laissez-passer,” I walked the Crown Centre Hotel lobby, approaching Senators, Congressmen, and Delegates, introducing myself with “Good Day! My name is Ray, and I’d like to talk with you about some issues.” For four days, not a single one would talk to me, dissolving into the crowd as if I were an apparition. It was on the fourth day I changed my tactics. I walked into that very lobby, no longer seeking conversation, but bearing a pamphlet of the Constitution of the United States covering my heart.It was a symbol, I felt, of a sacred document whose spirit of the letter has been abandoned in the pursuit of power. 

This simple act triggered an unauthorized astonishing spontaneous Convention demonstration, as the Republicans gathered around me, demanding, “Who are you? What are you doing? What is the significance of your actions?” As I began to speak, Republican Party Security intervened again, attempting to kick me out me, saying “you can’t walk around here carrying a club”—referring to the big stick I walked softly with for the previous 4 days, now transformed into a perceived threat. I thought, ‘Jesus. They have the Power and they’re that Paranoid‘ This time, I told them “you don’t have the authority to expel me and called upon the Hotel Manager for the 1st time since he bought me breakfast. He arrived, a true man of his word, silencing the Republican Whips and affirming my right to be there. The Whips did their job and the crowd dispersed.

It was immediately after this episode, continuing walking softly carrying my big stick and the Constitution pamphlet, I experienced another profound encounter. To my great surprise, there he was: President Ford himself, on the restricted Mezzanine, some fifteen feet above me, surrounded by about twenty-five people. I simply greeted him with “Good Day “Mr. Ford!” How are you Today, Sir” and he, to his credit, acknowledged me, asking how I was. “I’m doing great,” I replied, lifting the pamphlet of the Constitution clearly for him to see, “but I’d love to talk to you about the Constitution of these Un-United States.” 

In that instant, upon hearing those challenging words, President Ford and his entire retinue moved in unison, almost like a single-celled organism, an Amoeba, silently sweeping away from the uncomfortable truth I had just presented.

That night, President Ford secured the Republican nomination over Ronald Reagan. By Divine Grace, I found myself, shoulder-length hair, beard, wearing my trademark jersey, a Revolutionary image standing at the Podium of the President of the United States, on a Secret Service restricted balcony. It was a sight visible to thousands in the lobby below and, incredibly, live on ABC, CBS, and NBC. I had simply been enjoying the atmosphere, listening to the cover band sing Paul McCartney & Wings ‘Let ‘Em in’. 

I don’t know what anyone else in that huge compressed crowd was thinking, but hearing that so generic song, I was thinking of these Words of Christ in the Revelation, Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

The Hotel Manager spotted me and called me to come up to the Secret Service restricted Mezzanine. There was no quick way to get out of the throng, everybody pressed against everybody. I ascended the stairs to be told by the manager the Secret Service wanted to question me. But instead of an anteroom, to my great wonder and surprise, I was led directly to the Podium itself, the Presidential Seal prominently displayed, clearly visible to the networks. I waved to the Republicans below, a fleeting moment of recognition. An agent then questioned me at length finally asking, “Are you Jesus Christ?”

Having no illusions about that THEN and NOW, I immediately answered “No.” Then came the second, more unsettling question, “Who are you then? A Prophet?” And for a moment, I was dumbfounded, unable to answer as definitively. The Secret Service, citing security, took my walking stick—that simple tool, now a perceived weapon—as the President was expected to be standing at his podium any minute.

It was a profound, unexpected confluence of spiritual mission and political theatre, a moment recorded for history, revealing the layers of power, control, and the sometimes overwhelming presence of Divine intention.