First I had been raised a conservative Republican, and there was a loyalty to Country implicit in this. In fact, I expected to be drafted and die in Viet Nam when I was 16 to 18 years of age. However, my father called me at the private school I was attending in Santa Fe, New Mexico and told me I needed to write something special on my draft notice when I turned 18 to tell them I might need a medical deferment. So, I did as he requested and said I might need a medical deferment even though then I didn't fully understand what he had in mind. Though I had had childhood epilepsy between ages 10 and 15 I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about it unless it was a doctor or my mother or father. My father was ashamed I had childhood epilepsy because everyone had to be "Perfect?"
However, life is rarely like that is it?
So, when I returned to Glendale where my parents lived in late May of 1966 after I graduated at my private school in Santa Fe, New Mexico Dad made sure I got a 4F by taking me to the doctor who had treated me originally for Childhood epilepsy.
So, though I felt guilty that I didn't have to go to Viet Nam and die because of this, still I was free to live my life and go to college and not be imprisoned against my will and die in Viet Nam like so many others did then 50,000 died and 250,000 were wounded and likely another million or 2 had permanent PTSD and some of those who didn't die already are still walking the streets talking to themselves today.
So, I knew Anti-War activists and I knew people who were drafted into the military and I also knew some people who felt strongly about the whole thing and joined up. I understood all three points of view and more. But, it wasn't my style to be an anti-war activist and join marches and the whole thing.
I was upset so many people were dying and I was upset at our government for being so fucked up but I was also feeling loyal to our government in some ways as well. So, I was very torn in many directions at once. Loyal to my friends who were dying my age, trying to be loyal to the things still good about our nation, but also feeling nauseated about the whole thing. And in the end sort of feeling very guilty I didn't have to go and didn't have to die over there and didn't have to come home and walk the streets the rest of my life with PTSD.
So, my point of view became that God had chosen me to live. When God had given me childhood epilepsy and showed himself to me in this form and given me supernatural gifts like he gave the prophets I realized he wanted me to stay alive and save the lives of all I could along the way.
People like me are rare who are Blessed by the Grace of God and who are always surrounded by angels.
But, mostly I'm not here to judge people unless God asks me to for some supernatural purpose. Most of the time I am here only to heal people By God's Grace.
So, my point of view is that I am an instrument of God's Grace here on earth and that is why he kept me alive all these years. I wasn't supposed to rage and get angry and demonstrate against the Viet Nam War. I was meant to stay calm and heal people and mostly not be judgemental unless God ordained it for some real purpose.
Even Saint Germain said to me the night of the election. He said "IT's not going to turn out like you expect!"
So, I had a heads up in this sense from Saint Germain direct relayed from God.
However, the only strong reason that I can see that Trump is the president is he is going to thin out the human race so completely that we won't go extinct this century. And that might allow humans to still be around and not be extinct the next century too.
This is my thought as an intuitive. Otherwise, for right now, why Trump is president makes no sense at all to me.
So, I didn't demonstrate against the Viet Nam War because God had better things for me to do. And I'm still alive at 68 and relatively healthy and still riding a motorcycle, skiing, hiking and traveling the world Doing God's Work!
By God's Grace
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