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them HE foreknew

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Hearing God's Voice, Love, This Side of the Whirlwind

I’ve heard said or implied that our lives are not our own because God knows our every moment in this life (Romans 8:29).

Crowd of people using cell phones in street, smiling

And for this reason, our lives are like videos being played out. We are just automatons taking preplanned steps and not making our own futures or choices.

Not so! No way and no way how! (Hey, is that proper American-English?)

First of all, I’m not implying that human perception or foresight is the same as our Creator’s prescience (all knowing capacity); rather, I am about to use a familiar element in our lives as an example; a way to see this element of God from our perspectives.

When I send my 8 year old little boy out to work on the lawn or fix a fence (in Tucson Arizona) when it’s 106 degrees outside… I know he is going to get overly warm, grouchy and complain… a – lot!

But that does not mean I established his every step or made him become grouchy or sunburned, NOPE! AND, he still needed to learn how to work in difficult and uncomfortable circumstances; without griping, hopefully.

Neither does the locked pattern or version of a person in a movie mean they are or were forced to take certain actions because we can replay that movie. Movies are fixed aspects of the physical world fixed in linear time.

Each of these scenarios are physically world-bound (physical-world) truths and elements.

Just Saying Thanks

Thank you for your patronage of “This Side of the Whirlwind.

We know your patronage is our privilege.

Therefore, may God bless you on your journey of life and bring you beauty and joy, wisdom and great happiness as we walk through our lives in Christ Jesus; somewhat together.

Thanks again for your support.

Steven R. Harrel

MV 4 Are You Deceived – Already?

Here is a Memory Verse level 4: 2nd Thessalonians 2:9-12.

The entire chapter is worth learning word for word.

In this chapter Paul writes, or is inspired to write. What is the monumental question then? Is it: Who is Listening!?

6 And now you know what is restraining or withholding (keeping the full measure of the End-Times at bay) , it is HE, the Messiah that he may be revealed in his own time. 7 For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work (We all know the End-Times are nearly upon us); only He (Jesus) who now restrains (Keeps wickedness at bay) will do so until He (Jesus, the Savior) is taken out of the way. (No longer keeping sin at bay and NOW allowing Satan to do his nasty job) 8 And then shall that wicked one be revealed, Even him whom the Lord will consume with the breath of His mouth and destroy with the brightness of His coming. 9 Even Him whose coming is after the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, 10 and with every deception in unrighteous among those who perish, because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved. 11 And for this reason God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe the lie, 12 that they all might be DAMNED who did not believe God’s truth but took pleasure in unrighteousness.

(2 Thessalonians 9-12)

The Mask did not protect humans from the Coronavirus.

• and yet everyone,, everywhere were/are still required to ware the useless masks.

Each of the current vaccines tout their own issues and are minimally effective.

• In fact, many people are suffering lift threatening consequences from receiving the second booster.

Soon and all too soon every company, office, school and government office or organization will be requiring everyone to either provide proof of vaccination or be forced to ware an ineffective face covering.

• And all this for a disease which impacts less than 2% of the entire nation.
• 33,093,238 Americans have contracted Covid-19 or other strains.
• Out of those 33 million infected with under 600,000 deaths.
• THAT MEANS: 32,493,238 people survived!
• And we also know for a fact – yes a fact – that the number of deaths attributed to Covid-19 is highly inflated.
• This is not a conspiracy theory – Rather, we know from medical professionals all of the United States that they were being force to claim every death, even those remotely related to Covid-19 as a Covid-Death.
• Now there’s a golden conspiracy theory generated by the US-Government.

Just know was, the saints of God are being programmed to obey a process to conform to government mandates.

FOR THE DAY the Mark of the Beast does come out and become mandatory.

By that time, who will be able to resist the government mandate?

Good question, isn’t it?
Until next time Whirlwind Fans!

Once I had a Love: Poem

I once knew a love – as fresh as a morning’s breeze

Such love – seemed not to wither – but float on billowing clouds of Spring

Sweet waves and passions – deep Summer – where cheeses and wines deceive

Alas – along comes winter – so profoundly – Love freezes most deep

Brave days, yes days most frigid – bereft of Summer’s – enthralling – sweet glee

Where once – to know Love’s sweet passions – most fresh – ever brisk – doth flee

Then along comes winds post-winter – Love freshens – frost recedes – ne’er to be

Spring advances again unbidden – to stir – hoe depths – bend knee

Oh eyes, sweet eyes of Summer – yearning – uninvited –  doth bleat

As sure as the snows of winter – returns to yonder great seas

So again I knew love and passion – as fresh as a morning’s sweet breeze

Such love – seemed not to wither – but float on billowing clouds of Spring

Sweet waves and passions – deep Summer – where cheeses and wines deceive

Alas – along comes winter… Will love e’er return for me?

                                                            By Steven R. Harrel

                                                            May 24^th 2021

WE’re Grapeful :)

Hey there Whirlwind Fans!

Just wanting to remind you of how grateful we are for your participation.

Thank you!

And God bless you one and all!

Steven R. Harrel

READ THE BOOK, “This Side of the Whirlwind, the Coming Apocalypse” and then

ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE of finding even one tenet within the book in error.

J. Douglas Barker Radio Interviews TSWW

It’s been a while and I thought some of you might enjoy a radio interview

regarding our book, This Side of the Whirlwind.

I’ve only done a couple and one television broadcast thus far. Hope you enjoy listening to our discussion on these End of Days and how God imparted our book.

IBP-WestbowPress-710795_1.mp3

J. Douglas Barker Interview.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/z0q2syrpt5r0ekq/IBP-WestbowPress-710795_1.mp3?dl=0

The Night Watch 15: The Outing

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End Tims, Short Story, The Night Watch

(An Ongoing Saga by Steven R. Harrel)

(Taken from concepts found in “This Side of the Whirlwind”)

May 13^th, 2020,

Julia was the first to stir, opening her eyes and finding herself sitting in the driver’s seat of a dilapidated late model SUV. From what she could make-out, it was early morning and she was parked in the middle of some forest.  Jax, was stretched out beside her in the passenger’s seat while Hamza and Kaliyah were sleeping quietly in the back.  Suddenly, unexpectedly, Julia sucked in a deep and satisfying breath of pine-scented air, “Oh so invigorating,” she thought.  Only a moment later and with a smile on her face, Julia popped out of the rusty old Suburban and snaffled another happy, refreshing breath of sunshine.  “Mmmm, lord, that smells good!” she thought appraising her surroundings and wondering how safe she’d be heading into the woods to manage a little necessary business.  Moments later Julia slipped quietly beyond the first line of trees.  After a few minutes she made her way back to the vehicle, muttering to herself as she walked, “Humm, wonder where we are?” Julia glanced toward the tops of the trees.  “I sure don’t recognize these woods… hum, not at all.” Looking over at the old SUV she mumbled, “And how in the world did we end up in that old rust-bucket?”

“You should know, Jules.” Kaliyah nipped, stretching into a yawn, “You’re the reason we’re up here, Girly-Girl.” Kaliyah stretched again releasing another long sigh.  “What time is it?”

Julia, glancing at her phone noting, “It’s 7:25.  And what do you mean I’m the reason?  I have zero idea as to where we are or what we’re doing out here, for that matter; wherever here even is?”

“Naw, don’t give me that, Jules,” Kaliyah snarked in her typical irritated fashion, “Early yesterday morning you and Jax showed up at our house and talked Hamza and me into joining this crazy Mountain-Man road-trip.” She cleared her throat, “Excuse me, sister, Mountain-Person road-trip,” then harumphed. “Oh yeah, and Jax said you were the one who insisted on going camping and pushing everyone into joining the fun.” Kaliyah visibly grimaced, “Where’s the toilet paper, Wilderness-Wifie?” Kaliyah’s sneered into her tone.

“No, I did not!” Julia protested, pondering the vagaries of yesterday’s adventures and her apparent shoddy memories thereof.  “Wait a minute?” Julia whispered, “I do sort of remember something about yesterday.  It’s just,” she paused, stroked her chin, “It’s just an unclear snippet. That’s all I have, something about coming to your house to see if you guys wanted to join us.” Julia suddenly wrapped her arms about her chest, “Oh my gosh!  How could I have forgotten that?  So much went on yesterday and I’ve forgotten almost all of it?”

Whirlwind Fans: Update

Hey there Whirlwind Fans!

How’s it going?
If you’re wondering where we’ve gone… it has been over to https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15942617

For you and all Whirlwind Fans our Happy River site is free.

Granted, it is easier to navigate the Happy River to navigate its pages if you are contributing to the minimum $2.00 monthly membership, BUT it is not required. We offer all our postings for free. Our Happy River patrons get the benefit of our Steven R. Harrel music gallery as well as the poetry and the numerous articles you’ve become accustomed to here at WordPress. We also offer artwork from the Galleries of Natsumi Lam whose art varies as widely as a whirlwind’s throes.

I covet all of our followers here on WordPress and do not wish to lose a single patron. We do not care if you contribute financially to Happy River; however, our Happy River page offers more options and coverage with a simple ease in doing more. Additionally, I don’t have enough time to fully man both blogs. Sadly, choices had to be made.

I’ll still be posting on WordPress from time to time but the lion’s share of our work will be present on the Happy River page. At least take a quick look. Thank you.

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15942617

Sincerely grateful for all your patronage. Steven R. Harrel

The Night Watch 14: Soul Eaters

The Night Watch

14

Soul-Eaters

(An Ongoing Saga by Steven R. Harrel)

(Taken from concepts found in “This Side of the Whirlwind”)

Though the peoples of that time would have referred to it as the Second Age of Men or the Second Age following the deluge, men today would refer to it as the year 2067 BC.  Regardless the demarcation or calendar it was the day Apollyon brought news of two great cities soon to be destroyed.

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Standing on a minor mount near the city of Bela; a city also known as Zoara a malevolent and Fel Lord regarded the plains south of the Dead Sea.  The Beast’s perch overlooked ancient cities which provided clear views over all the valleys and peoples of Sodom and Gomorrah.

As the Beast haughtily surveilled the surrounding landscapes, Draconous, the Dark Prince, ruler over all the surrounding and ancient plains of Canaan guardedly ascended to ‘his’ precious summit.

Draconous is a Mulish-Demon whose jealous defense over his sovereignty seldom brooked usurpation or dismissal of his authority.  Lord Draconous currently ruled directly under the authority of Lucifer the Mighty, Prince of the Air, he who governs all principalities and powers and dark authorities whose presence desecrates both the surface of the Earth and the bowels of the Underworld.  At this moment he possessively though warily approached the interloper.

Cautiously Draconous spread his massive wings and noisily clambered towards the summit upon which the interloper stood. Silently Draconous fumed, ‘He dares usurp my position’ Snarling lips twisted in a malignant curse. ‘What will those menial-dogs think when they see this upstart standing on my mount… on my pinnacle… as if he were the prince of my sovereign domain?’ For a split second a thought crossed his wicked heart, giving him pause and a bit of unexpected trepidation, ‘What if my Master has sent a replacement!’ He quickly dismissed the absurd notion.

Adding insult to injury, Draconous could sense the usurper’s glowering contempt for him and his command; he stared openly and contemptuously as he ascended the mount. Draconous quietly fumed, ‘Who does this upstart think he is!  The impudent welp…’