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the knight of kubala and hand of king atehene, john came to fix the door, he put a board on. edomites started shouting at him as he fixed the door, they are angry a good edomite is loyal to jacob.
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| john fegan the hand of king atehene, the knight of kubala |
“how do you justify them having the sign which says ‘dashed to pieces’!” the savages of esau screamed at john.
“does the sign have your name on it, is it on your house? what has it got to do with you?” ever wise john rebuked them.
john told my lord husband that the edomite children are being paid by the adults to break our door, start a fire and throw rocks. he said we are being talked about in every pub in stockton and middlesbrough and newcastle. he said the edomites are angry that the police are not arresting you, so they are now using their children to do the job for them.
john fixed the door, and for that we were thankful.
so I sat in the kitchen, listening to music and thanking yahowah that the door had been fixed.
we did not call the police, because cleveland police have sexually assaulted me, and physically tortured me throughout this pregnancy. they have arrested my lord husband and i almost every month, and right now are so full of hatred for us if we call them we will be arrested immediately. so we are relying only on our god yahowah, mukuru mukuru, the creator, the supreme god, the god of chaka, and chaniya and charo, the god of kunashe and shingai, the god of unborn baby offeh and nakai, the god of fadzai. that is our god, we call on him…
our brothers the asians (Ishmaelites) who have pizza shops downstairs came to comfort my lord husband, they tried their best to stop the edomite children who were being told what to do by their parents, but they couldn’t stop them. they said to my husband, “my brother, they hate us, it is their country and they don’t tolerate us, maybe put the symbols and signs and the banner away for now my brother, they will burn your house at night, your wife is pregnant.” the asians begged my husband.
“i understand what you are saying, but i am not putting away my god and my faith. our symbols are for protection, the banner is a prophecy. you have your allah, you have your symbols, you pray at the mosque, this house is our temple, this house is like the mosque of kubala, the church of yahowah, it is the dwelling place of mukuru, our god. can you tell catholics to take down their carved idols and rosaries? can you tell the christians to take down their crosses from their churches? so why should we take down our symbols and banner because of persecution and violence from edom?” my husband explained to the asians, our neighbors.
“come and take refuge in the shop brother.” they offered my lord husband shelter. but my lord husband reassured them that he would be fine, he has to guard the house and protect nakai and i and our unborn baby.
as i just sat down to relax after a day of being tortured by edomites, we heard them shouting in the streets. they were angry that door had been fixed.
the window was smashed, i was siting in the kitchen, the rock did not get through the window. i screamed in terror, but my daughter nakai said “breathe mum, breathe, it’s okay.” my lord husband atehene got me cold water.
a rock then came through the window, and the glass broke…
“let’s call the police, we have to now, because this is bad,” nakai said in terror.
“no nakai,” the king said “we did that in seaham, and the police arrested us and abducted the children.”
“we do not call our enemies for help. we call and wait on yahowah, our redemption is nigh. we are getting to the end of jacob’s trouble. we are at dawn, it’s almost over. if we call the police, our god will be angry, because it will mean we are trusting our own enemies not our god yahowah.” I told my daughter nakai.
so as they were throwing rocks on our windows, and cursing us, we lit our minorah and sang kubala songs and prayed. and the peace of yahowah filled the northern kingdom, the house of kubala. by night time, we had an edomite with a dog, releasing his dog at my lord husband who was fixing the door, telling his dog to bite him whilst another edomite threw a rock at the me on the window.
but our god has told us, that it is not my power, nor by might, but by his spirit. chaka and his sisters are coming back from the land of the enemy to their own boarders. kunashe and shingi will be released from captivity, the house arrest they are under, and will come back to their own boarders. our god yahowah told us, great shall be the reunion of the children of kubala who have been scattered and cruelly separated by edom in the name of “children social services”.
chaka, who was inseparable with his big sister charo, was cruelly told he will never see charo again.
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| protective mother hen big sisters charo and fadzai were cruelly told by durham social services they will never see chaka again |
but yahowah said, chaka is coming back to his borders, and shall be with charo and fadzai again, and his brothers kunashe and shingi and all his sisters, chaniya and nakai. for these 7 children of kubala are but the 7 golden lampstands of yahowah, revelation 1:12-13.
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| the 7 lampstands of yahowah, mukuru |
and their parents, atehene of the north, and queen nandi, the prophetess are but the two witnesses, the two olive branches, the olive trees, the lion of judah and the eagle of napolia, the king and queen of the north, the messiah and his priestess of dreams, zachariah 4:3-14.
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| the two olive trees, the lion and the eagle, dressed in sackcloth |
for esau sought to stop the rebirth of jacob, and he conspired to destroy the house of offeh, scatter the children and say “erase them! erase them!” he knows that his time is nigh, that his civilization is over, we are now at the interchange, because esau sold his birthright for a bowl of soup, and he hated jacob…
for time is but an illusion , the prophecy could not be stopped, there is a great celebration coming to the kingdom of kubala, the horn of david is rising…
ziona is already born, the rebirth of jacob has already happened…
for the end of esau is the beginning of jacob…
so today we danced in our house, and gave praise and honor to yahowah, the tribal god, the god of rituals, the god of fire…as the offspring of esau threw rocks at our windows, saying they will burn our house…
but they know not, they can’t burn the house of offeh, for we are the fire…
because the house of jacob shall be a fire…
and yes, every edomite child who has tormented the house of kubala shall indeed be dashed to pieces…and the whole world shall behold it…
I am the mother of chaka…
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| i am the mother of chaka… |
chaka huya kumba…
mukuru ilizwe…
kubala kubala ilizwe
