The Title comes from an email I received this morning from Michael Brenner. He doesn’t have a Blog or an account on X. He is a prominent American scholar specializing in International Relations, American foreign policy, and transatlantic affairs. He is best known for his critical analyses of U.S. geopolitical strategies, European security, and global power dynamics.
This is what he wrote: BRETHREN
There is an old blues ballad called: “The Devil Don’t Knock Twice.”* Assuming that he knocks at all — or just sidles up to you at a Delta crossroads with a proposition that you can’t refuse. The specter of Satan requesting entry – into your home, into your soul – suggests that you have a choice whether or not to let him in. That evidently is true for even the most downtrodden, the most desperate, the most vulnerable.
We Americans – individually and collectively – have been privileged with three knocks, each seeking entry.
The first time, we took a deliberate look through the peephole, sized him up as off-beat, hyper, a little weird but quelled our doubts in opening the door. After much strained and acrid palaver, we agreed to a 4-year lease on the premises.
At its end, he aggressively demanded an extension of the same duration – the 2nd knock. With decidedly mixed feelings we turned him down. An inspection of the property had revealed widespread damage. The house was desecrated with Satanic graffiti and reeked of foul sulfuric fumes. Worse, the Evil One had turned it into a refuge for a coven of unisex demons from the nether world.
Furious at the rejection, he incited them to ransack the place and to seize it in his name. We managed to repel them – just barely. That wasn’t the end of it, though. Hardly. The diabolical schemer launched a massive all-out campaign to overturn the eviction. Spurious lawsuits, incessant protest rallies, random acts of vandalism – even blatant intimidation of judges and prosecutors.
Satan himself raging everywhere – fuming, breathing fire and brimstone – vowing revenge against all who had played a part in his eviction, who had thwarted him in any way – or else! This went on for years.
Then, he knocked on the door a 3rd time – declaring loudly that he would make the house a great mansion again – if we let him in – or else. We opened the door wide.
Searching Google for the original ‘The Devil Don’t knock Twice’ found this: Unearthed from the depths of the American South, [LOST TAPE #013 — “The Devil Don’t Knock Twice” by Jeremiah “Dust Bowl” Reed (1934)] captures the haunted soul of early Delta Blues. Recorded on fragile acetate in a dusty roadside chapel during the Great Depression, this lost field recording reveals the raw emotion, pain, and faith of a man who sang not for fame—but for survival. The cracked voice of Jeremiah “Dust Bowl” Reed echoes through time, blending gospel roots, delta slide guitar, and an atmosphere so authentic you can almost smell the rain on dry soil.
Woke up on a Monday, sun behind the ground Look out on the future, couldn’t tell a place of time Been chasing that dollar, brother, in a field of wooden yield Now the dust is my blanket and the highway is my field
[Chorus] Cuz the devil don’t knock twice, son You just walk right through your door Leave you standing in the ruin Wonder what you suffered for He don’t send no letter, don’t whistle no sweet tune The devil don’t knock twice He just come and take the moon
I had a good woman, pretty as a newborn day She stood by the fence post ’til the wind blowed away Had a house made of timber, a roof to keep me dry Then the bank man came calling with the death note in his eye
[Chorus] Cuz the devil don’t knock twice, son He just walk right through your door Leave you standing in a ruin Wondering what you suffer for He don’t send no letter, don’t whistle no sweet tune The devil don’t knock twice He just come and take the moon
I walked a thousand miles, man, just to keep my spirit whole Try to run from the bad luck that will stamp upon my soul But whether it’s the drought or the poor man’s power line The darkness is a shadow and it follows close behind I’m standing by this doorway, listening for a sound Just a grid on the wind, brother, blowing across the ground
I learned my lesson early, the hard way, cold and fast When the devil wants your life, he don’t need a second pass
[Chorus] Cuz the devil don’t knock twice He just walk right through your door Leave you standing in the ruins Wondering what you suffer for He don’t send no letter, don’t whistle no sweet tune The devil don’t knock twice He just come and take the moon…
For those who prefer a Rock & Roll cover of the original Country Music:
On this day, when nations remember those sacrificed in war, the Final Word is delivered. The World listen to what was Declared in the hearing of The Governor-General, Prime Minister, Military Brass, Ambassadors of the Nations and the Public after the solemn silence, and after the 3 Abrahamic Religions prayed to God there should be no more War. There was total silence after that as Dignitaries laid their wreaths at CanaDa’s National War Cenotaph 40 years ago, in 1985.
Hear O people and Nations, even to the ends of the Earth, the Word of the LORD God, who is, and was, and is to come, The Almighty
The LORD has a controversy with the rulers of this age and the powers they serve.
Do you do well to honour the dead, and yet deny the God of the living?
Why do you follow the vain traditions of men, and make of no effect, the Principles of God?
You come here for one hour, one day a year, in a great show of public patriotism — and then forgetting, return to the same machinery of debt and war that devours our world.
Hitler is dead — but the spirit of supremacy and genocide lives, and the military-industrial-financial empire (the Dollar Beast) holds the world hostage tighter than it was in 1985.
Therefore, this is the Word of the LORD God:Cease your genocides. Dismantle your idols of debt and weaponry. Turn to the God of the Living before the living join the dead you mourn.
THE DECLARATION: Nov. 11, 1985
DECLARATION II – THE LAST TRUMP: Nov. 11, 2025
Those with eyes wide open can see the powers of this age, now hold the world hostage to greater wars — and the very rumours of war foretold 40 years ago.
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plow shares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. Isaiah 2
Preface: This 13th Day of October, 2025—Canada’s Day of Thanksgiving—arrives as history converges. This 13th Day of October, 2025—Canada’s Day of Thanksgiving, so different from America’s later feast on November 27—arrives as history converges. Today, Israel ends its seven days of Sukkot, the divine remembrance it has forgotten, even as it imposes a permanent Sukkot upon the people of Gaza. On this same day, Israeli hostages return to homes and families—yet tens of thousands of Palestinian prisoners, many held without charge, emerge to find no homes left, no families waiting, and no shelter from the ruins of a man-made wilderness.
Jewish Sukkot Booth
Gaza Sukkot Booth
A Watchman’s Testimony of Confinement, Covenant, and the Call to Loose the Chains of Injustice October 13, 2025 — Canadian Thanksgiving
The world again teeters on a knife’s edge—between Destruction and the Universal Brotherhood of Man. My voice, calling for peace with Russia and justice for Gaza, is not a political stance but a divine mandate— a calling that started on February 1, 1975 and forged in Kansas City in 1976 and sealed in a Canadian jail in 1977. This is the hidden key to my authority as a Watchman. Ezekiel 33
The Prelude: The Sparks of Faith in Ottawa In 1976, I stood in Kansas City, warning in the Kansas City Times that America was “found wanting,” its hubris paving the path to war with Russia—a divine call to peace. Deported to Canada as an Alien, (I’m in the World, but not of the World) I arrived in Ottawa in early September 1977—a sojourner with only Faith as my shield. Hitchhiking from Montreal, a restaurant owner’s kindness—a simple shared meal—became my first sign of God’s provision. The Restaurateur, Kamal, was kind enough to drive me to the Governor-General’s residence, signing the Guest Book with my city as “New Jerusalem”—a prophetic claim of eternal citizenship.
Pacing the cold streets all night long, I reasoned with God as I prepared to speak on the Sparks Street Mall to the lunchtime crowd. Would my words spark light or provoke chains? Matthew 21’s call to humility anchored me: I would stand.On Sparks Street, Ottawa’s pulsing heart, I proclaimed America’s decline and the need for repentance. An icy wind scattering passersby, and I nearly faltered. Then I reasoned inwardly, “It has to be done in Faith.”
The icy cold wind howled, and with these words coming out of my mouth, ” Citizens of Bytown, (Ottawa’s name in 1855) Romans roaming around, and Russians rushing around, lend me your ears! To may surprise and wonder, on those words, the wind died down, the clouds parted, and the warm sun rolled down The Sparks Street Mall, and a crowd gathered—as if heaven itself had sparked the Mall to life.
But the state struck back. Arrested for “shouting causing a disturbance,” I was locked up in maximum security, solitary confinement for 5 days before appearing in front of a Judge. At trial I had 12 charges of “shouting causing a disturbance. I faced a court order to silence my voice. Convicted, I was put on probation for 1 year. Not 1 standard condition of probation was checked off. Typed in at the bottom of the form was these explicit words, “not to attend on The Sparks Street Mall, or any other Street in Ottawa for the purpose of SPEAKING or shouting.” I was jailed for the 1st time in my Life at 32! In that test of liberty, Canada’s democracy revealed both its strength and its fragility.
The Apostolic Commissioning: Black Velvet and the Seal In jail, I began a hunger fast—not defiance, but obedience, an enacted prayer echoing Isaiah 58’s call to “loose the chains of injustice.” Each morning, I faced the nursing station’s weigh-in, my body weakening but my spirit ablaze. In that shadowed cellblock, a miracle unfolded. A fellow prisoner, spending his own canteen money, painted The Last Supper on black velvet. The stark light of Christ and his disciples glowed against the darkness—a silent sermon of communion and resistance. During a visit with the Salvation Army Major, the divine seal was set. As we parted, he placed his hand on my shoulder and declared, “I’ll pray God bless your Apostleship.” Those words pierced the court’s gag and the prison’s bars. This was no human title; it was heaven’s charge. My calling became generative: within weeks, 3 other prisoners took up canvases, painting by numbers, the same Last Suppers as the 1st prisoner. I preached no words; my fast, my presence, was the sermon, kindling sacrifice and light in others.
The Prophetic Through-Line: From Confinement to Covenant
That jail cell was my spiritual observatory, where the prophetic arc from 1975 to today took shape. The hubris I decried in Kansas City—America’s march toward war with Russia—has ripened, as NATO’s refusal to negotiate 2021 expansion terms proves. But the deeper issue is covenantal failure, embodied in two truths:
The Law of the Sojourner (Leviticus 19:34): God commands, “The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself.” To displace and target the innocent, as seen in Gaza, is to shatter this covenant—a sin against God and humanity.
The Permanent Sukkot: While Sukkot recalls God’s protection in fragile booths, Gaza’s people live a permanent Sukkot—unprotected, vulnerable, under siege by powers meant to shield them. A festival of remembrance has become a cry of endurance.
When my posts are glitched or silenced online, it echoes that 1977 court order. Yet the Major’s blessing endures—no system, digital or judicial, can mute a call sealed by heaven.
The Call and the Benediction We stand at a spiritual precipice. The choice is not geopolitical but eternal: domination or compassion. I challenge the world to honour the Law of the Sojourner, to see Gaza’s cry as a divine summons. My 1976 vision of America’s numbered days looms closer, hastened by its own hand.This memory of 1977 is no nostalgia; it is a spiritual weapon. From that cell, the charge is clear: Loose the chains. Shelter the displaced. Speak, though silenced. As one blessed in confinement and sent into freedom, I pass the Major’s words to every heart that still dares to speak light into darkness: “I pray God bless your Apostleship.”On this Thanksgiving Day in Canada, may gratitude rise not only from full tables, but from hearts that remember the hungry, the homeless, and the unheard. May the blessing once spoken in a jail cell resound through every open door.— Ray, The Watchman along the WatchTower Ezekiel 33
God also bearing them witness, both with signs and wonders, and with divers miracles, and gifts of the Holy Ghost, according to his own will? Hebrews 2:4
Epilogue: The Living Word in Motion
The Apostolic Manifesto does not end—it proceeds. The Word that was sealed in confinement now walks openly among the powers of this age, speaking not from theory but from faith made visible. What follows is not commentary, but continuation: a Watchman’s response to the highest spiritual office on Earth, affirming that peace without justice is illusion, and fraternity without truth is a lie. This exchange stands as the living seal of the Manifesto—a dialogue where Scripture meets power, and the Spirit speaks again through the servants of the Covenant.
Doing what God called me to do, yesterday I responded to Pope Leo’s comment in X: Pope Leo XIV @Pontifex
Peace is unarmed and disarming. It is not deterrence, but fraternity; it is not an ultimatum, but dialogue. Peace will not come as the result of victories over the enemy, but as the fruit of sowing justice and courageous forgiveness.
Like Micaiah, God moved me to speak Truth to Power with this X to PM Netanyahu in the morning before the Gaza Ceasefire was made Public Wednesday night:
Benjamin Netanyahu, You speak of the “horrific slaughter” of October 7 and invoke God’s help. Yet you create a permanent, man-made hell for 2 million image-bearers of that same God in Gaza. As Jews observe Sukkot—a holy feast commemorating God’s temporary shelter and protection of His people in the wilderness—you, a Genocidal psychopathic TERRORIST, are imposing a PERMANENT SUKKOT on the people of Gaza. You have turned their lives into a perpetual state of exposure, terror, and desperation, utterly desecrating the memory of the divine shelter you claim to honour. This is not strength. This is a spiritual blindness so profound it echoes the very powers Christ indicted.
You have eyes that WILL NOT see the stranger you are commanded to love (Leviticus 19:34). You have a heart that WILL NOT show the mercy your own scriptures demand (Micah 6:8). You quote scripture while violating its core: “Love your neighbor as yourself” is the foundation. Gaza is your neighbor. The “unprecedented crushing strikes” you boast of are not a sign of God’s favor. They are the actions of a king trusting in chariots and horses, not in the Lord—a king who has forgotten that the land belongs to God, and all who live upon it are but sojourners (Leviticus 25:23). You are not securing Israel’s perpetuity. You are writing its indictment. Cease this madness. If you want to see his comment and the 3 images I posted with my script, go here: https://x.com/RayJC_Com/status/1976041325645697402
Almighty Eternal God moved me to reply to PM Netanyahu again after declaring, “This has been our land for 3,500 years.” Ray Joseph Cormier @RayJC_Com
Mr. Netanyahu, you cite 3,500 years of history, but you ignore the Owner of the deed. The Torah you claim to uphold states clearly in Leviticus 25:23: ‘The land is MINE,’ says the Lord, ‘and you reside in my land as foreigners and strangers.’
Your claim of permanent ownership is the same logic condemned by the prophet Ezekiel. You are repeating the error of those who said, ‘The land has been given to us as our possession,’ which God called an abomination.” “The earth is the Lord’s.
You are a sojourner, as are the Palestinians. Your divine mandate is not to dominate, but to exemplify justice for the stranger, as commanded in the very same Law (Leviticus 19:34). You are in violation of your lease agreement.
You violate daily, the fundamental essence of Judaism – the Sanctity of ALL LIFE, not just Jewish Life. You may not realize it because of 2:9 & 3:9 in the Revelation of Jesus Christ.
