“Don’t forget rule eleventy-one!” boldly exclaimed young Master Trentan. Tall, gray whiskered  Tutor Vangelli adjusted his monocle, plucked at an imaginary piece of lint along his voluminous white robe and then winked at Trentan.  Following a protracted moment of silence, broken only by the long honking trill of  the teal and emerald feathered strutting peacock, that took that time to…

Written by David W. Dyer. Read  by Wayne O’Conner

I awoke from a dream about 8:30 this morning (9/6/2015).  The dream started out like a common anxiety dream but soon became a prophetic dream. The dream started with me driving a semi down a very steep but straight road.  There was an opening about the size of a book of matches where the windshield…

Note:  I am not saying not to stockpile, I am saying that you must trust the Lord not your stockpile!