The myth of Easter

I KNOW THE SAVIOUR: HIS NAMES ARE MANY BUT THERE’S ONLY ONE OF HIM

Today my life changed. The word God gave me long ago is coming true, and there is no going back, only forward. “Overnight you will become a sensation. One day you’ll wake up and it will be like living life in a fishbowl. Everything you do will be front page news. Everything you say will be common knowledge.”

I am stretching out my hand. For a long while I have fervently prayed what the early church prayed in Acts 4. “Behold their blasphemies and threatenings against you, Father, and our Holy One Jesus, and grant unto me (and the body of Christ) the boldness to speak your word, stretching out your hand in healings, with signs and wonders following (accompanying) by the name of your Holy One Jesus.”

I pray, “Rise up and show your power, Lord. It is time.”

Well, He agreed, but for a little while He said, “Wait.”

Then He began commanding me to “Go, go, go!” I went and my heart would literally bleed for the ones who were without hope, the ones who are broken, the ones who are lame and demon possessed; the ones missing legs and arms, the deaf and mute, the blind, the captive. For them my heart aches.

I was waiting. I was praying. I was speaking His Word. I was waiting for Him to stretch forth His hand. Then came a stunner as He said to me, “Stretch forth your hand.”

What’s that? Stretch forth MY hand?

“Stretch forth your hand and I will stretch forth my hand.”

Stretch forth my hand and He will back it up.

Again I saw Peter and John at the gate Beautiful. What did they say to that lame man who had no hope? They gave him the God of hope. “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, rise up and walk.”

This man was an unbeliever. They didn’t preach a sermon to him. They demonstrated first the power of a living life-giving Saviour. They stretched forth their hand. They spoke the word boldly and the Lord raised him up.

The Lord raised up this man who had been lame from birth, and the three of them entered the temple court together. THEN they preached the Word to the crowd that gathered. The preaching of truth got them arrested, but many believed.

Stretch forth your hand, the Lord said, so today I am stretching forth my hand in the highways and byways. I am doing God’s will not mine, so that many others will be saved. This is how the early church was built, by a demonstration of the Holy Spirit’s power and the Word of life being preached far and wide. And this is how the End Time Harvest of souls will be brought in.

I am centreing on love today. Love healed me and freed me. Love changed my heart and my direction. This same love that God revealed to me, He wants to reveal to others, beginning today.

Today my world changed. Today I give my SELF so that others may know the love God showed me. Today I give my life so that others many love through my testimony.

I’m not the Saviour. I’m not claiming to be the Saviour. I couldn’t save a flea.

I am the voice representing the Saviour. The words are His. The power is His. All the glory is His.

I know the Saviour. He’s not the god of science. He’s not man’s religion. Both are powerless. Both are empty and worthless. They cannot save. They did not die for me.

I am the voice speaking the Saviour’s words. The power is His. All the glory is His.

I know the Saviour. He is one-of-a-kind. He is the original, the One and Only Saviour, and His name is: Wonderful, Counsellour, The Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6)

His names are many but there’s only one of Him.

He is the original Saviour and His name is: Immanuel, “God with us.”

His names are many but there’s only One of Him.

He is the Holy One of Israel, the one the prophets of old said would come.

He is Jesus the Messiah, and He did everything the prophets said He would. All those hundreds of prophecies (and I just keep finding more) came true in one man. For man this is impossible, for God it is not.

Think of it, consider, none of the world’s bevvy of gods and holy men and prophets and wise ones ever fulfilled hundreds of prophecies. Not a one of them ever died for one man, let alone many. Not a one.

But the Messiah, Yesuha: our Jesus, died and was raised again in three days.

He is the original, the One and Only Saviour.

He did not die on a Friday. This is heresy. “Good” Friday is actually “bad.”

Friday is a very fishy day. The only thing good about Friday is that when I was a kid at school we enjoyed the best meal of the week, tuna fish sandwiches and potato chips (crisps).

By now you may know that every day of the week is dedicated to the worship of a different god in this multi-god system. Friday is worship of Dagon day, Dagon, the fish god.

Jesus didn’t die on a Friday. He did not die on Dagon day. He died on a Wednesday. That would be today. Wednesday was a High Sabbath or special Sabbath in a week of two Sabbaths.

The day before the High Sabbath was the day the lambs were killed for the Passover. On this day, Jesus was crucified. His life was sacrificed on the very day when the lambs without spot or blemish were killed. He was this Lamb. Jesus was the Lamb of God John the Baptist pointed out to anyone listening, and I’m pointing it out to a world that is screaming, “Jesus did not die. It was just your imagination.”

Jesus was the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. To say He did not take away our sins is to say that there is no sin.

The Bible is adamant: “Behold the lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.” John 1:29

What sin is that? Worshipping the created instead of the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.

Again it is written,

“For as much as you know that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain (empty, useless) lifestyle received by tradition from your fathers;

But (you were redeemed) with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish or spot.” 1 Peter 1:18-19.

I know the Saviour. He is one-of-a-kind. He is the original. He didn’t die on a Friday. He died on Passover preparation Day, which was a Wednesday.

“When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, He said, ‘It is finished,’ and gave up the ghost.

The Jews therefore, because it was the preparation, that the bodies should not remain upon the cross on the Sabbath Day (FOR THAT SABBATH DAY WAS A HIGH DAY;) besought Pilate that their legs might be broken, and that they might be taken away.” John 19:31.

The Romans crucified a lot of people. A person being crucified can only take a gulp of air if they push themselves up with their legs, so the Romans broke the legs to hasten death. David predicted that not one of Jesus’ bones would be broken. He was right. When the soldiers came to Jesus, they found He was dead already, so they did not break His legs.

Jesus said He would stay dead 3 days and 3 nights, the same amount of time Jonah was inside the fish.

“For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the fish’s belly;

So shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.” Matthew 12:40.

This was an important prophecy, and the devil knows it. But, like Hitler said, Tell a lie big enough and tell it often enough and it will be believed.

All my life, I was taught “Good Friday” was the day Jesus died. I was taught the lie. I never once stopped to count the days and nights between Friday and Sunday. I accepted this lie without question. How about you?

Jesus did not die on Dagon, the fish god Day. Count from Friday 3 p.m. to Saturday 3 p.m. How many days did you come up with? I only count one day. Yet, Jesus said three days and three nights.

Good Friday is a lie. There is only one truth: the Word of God, but there is a web of cleverly constructed lies wrapped around the body of Christ, the great big beautiful you, blinding the eyes. I was sent to speak the Word, the light that chases those lies out of the darkest of corners, and sets us free.

Tell a lie that is big enough and tell it often enough and it will be believed.

Another heresy is Easter Sunrise Service. I want you to look at the name. The dragon who is deceiving the whole world has hid the signs in plain sight, but it’s hard to see when we’re blind.

Look at the name. Easter Sunrise Service.

Easter is a pagan festival. The word “Easter” is Saxon, taken from “Eastra,” the goddess of spring.

Anglo-Saxons adopted the name “Easter” in the eighth century. How can they justify celebrating Christ’s resurrection and calling it “Easter?” They can justify it because to them the Christ, or Messiah being celebrated is not the Creator who came and died for us, but the created that the entire adoring world is worshipping.

In the far from “obscure” book of Romans, Paul hits the nail right on its head.

“Because that which may be known of God is made visible in them: for God has showed it to them.

For the invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse:

Because that, when they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, neither were they thankful: but became vain (empty, useless) in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.

Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.

And (they) changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and four-footed beasts, and creeping things.

Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their bodies (which are condemned because of sin) through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies through themselves.

Who changed the truth of God into a LIE, and worshipped the created more than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.” Romans 1:19-25.

I know the Saviour. He is one-of-a-kind. He is the original, the one and only. His names are many, but Easter ain’t one of them.

The devil loves name changes cause by these he throws an unsuspecting public off the scent. Easter is Istar in disguise.

Istar has many names too, but she’s the same old pagan god. She’s also known as Aphrodite, Venus, Astarte, Inamma.

Ishtar is her Babylonian name. More importantly in a world where ye old Canaanite nations is quickly rising up as the One Hour Kingdom described in Revelation 17 and Psalm 83, Astarte is her Canaanite name.

Those cute little bunnies who hop down the Bunnie Trail bringing goodies to all the boys and girls by filling up the Easter baskets with brightly coloured eggs? They represent Springtime, the newness of life, fertility and resurrection.

Through whom? Through the One and only Saviour, Jesus the Messiah, the only one who died and rose again from the dead so that all who believe might live through Him? Ah, no. Through a god that is manmade and not a god at all.

Tell a lie that is big enough and tell it often enough, and it will be believed.

The egg is a symbol of fertility and renewal of life. Each year during this Spring festival time of celebrating temporary earthy life in this body, Ancient Egyptians and Persians coloured and ate eggs.

In Ancient Egypt, an egg symbolised the sun: round, endless and full of promise of life, a life it cannot give you,‘cause it is only a created thing.

When was Easter celebration established for the Church? Oh no, the first council of Nicaea appointed by none other than Constantine established Easter in 325 AD.

Are you connecting the dots yet?

Good Friday is Dagon, the fish god day of worship. Easter is a combination.

Two saviours of the created kind rolled into one: a male joined with a female. Co-saviours. Many religions have them. The Hindus have a husband and wife team: Kali and Shiva. The Catholic church has made Mary into a co-saviour, and Islam, who claims one God, reveres Mary too.

Let’s have that name again: Easter Sunrise Service.

Jesus, the Messiah, died on a Wednesday, a High Sabbath. He was raised on a Sunday, the first day of the week, as it was known.

Question: Why are there Sunrise services held for Jesus?

Jesus didn’t come back to life at Sunrise. John reveals that the two women came when it was still dark. They rushed to the tomb as soon as the High Sabbath and the regular Sabbath had ended. When they reached the tomb, the stone was rolled back,

“And when they (the two Marys) looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great (heavy).

And entering the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment, and they were afraid.

And he said to them, Don’t be afraid: You seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: He is risen; He is not here…” Mark 16:4-6.

Jesus had already risen when it was still dark. He arose from the dead sometime after sunset. So what are you doing, Church, when you face east on Easter, and celebrate and ooh and ahh about a beautiful sun rising from the East?

Are you getting mad (angry) at the thief yet who is deceiving the whole world along with much of the world-following church? Or are you getting mad (angry) at me because I am tearing to shreds all those baskets and smashing those eggs, and bashing the sun god, Horus and his co-saviour a mighty blow on the head with the light of the Word of God?

Tell the truth enough and all who believe will be freed by it.

Today my world changed. Today I give my SELF so that others may know the love God showed me. Today I give my life so that others many love through my testimony.

I’m not the Saviour. I’m not claiming to be the Saviour. I couldn’t save a flea.

I am the voice representing the Saviour. The words are His. The power is His. All the glory is His.

I know the Saviour. He’s not the god of science. He’s not man’s religion. Both are powerless. Both are empty and worthless. They cannot save. They did not die for me.

I am the voice speaking the Saviour’s words. The power is His. All the glory is His.

I know the Saviour. He is one-of-a-kind. He is the original, the One and Only Saviour.

His names are many but there’s only one of Him.

He is the original Saviour and His name is: Immanuel, “God with us.”

His names are many but there’s only One of Him.

His name is Jesus the Messiah. He is the Creator and He died for me and for you.

Worship the Creator and not the created.

His names are many. There’s only one of Him, but He died for many, including me…and you…and you…and you.