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To: Kashish King who wrote (12772)	3/30/1998 11:48:00 AM
From: Jane Hafker	Respond to of 39621

I certainly do not expect you to publically acknowledge my suppositions, but there is always private email if you care to talk to the brothers here. My fabrication of God was just a wishful dream in my heart until the day a bunch of people who had appeared on the cover of Life Magazine as being the farthest out movement of dropped out professionals in the country appeared. I saw two good friend, Sandoz and Stiven, both NY super Jews and two of the most totally out there wonderful guys that ever lived, and sniffed out the location, wrote Sandoz, and he said COME ON UP NOW! When I got there they were both out on log cutting trips for fuel, I looked around and in a loud voice of disgust said, "My god, this is all just more sex, dope and dirt." Where can I find a place around here to take a shower until I can get back to (SF area). I was instructed to take a circuitous trip to a farmhouse, where I would be received warmly, they thought. It was a fervent nest of people who had recently escaped the sex-dope-dirt addiction and were flaming and glowing "Christians". They worked on me four days, I prayed half-heartedly, and sitting alone talking to the God I knew as real at last how wonderful it was, and why hadn't I found Him before, a divine bolt of estastic and wondrous electricity which cannot be described in Latin or Greek came down the top of my head, through my throat and curved and exited my heart. Had it lasted more than the seeming second it lasted, the effect would probably have killed me as I could not breath, I'm sure, during such an experience. That my poor deluded sin chained one, was the "baptism of the Holy Spirit." It rather worked. The efforts of your particular aethiest self to put doubt in my mind as to the reality of Father God in Heaven and His Son, Jesus Christ, is akin to the feeble movements of a dying baby bird. I can only at last have pity for you and watch you die, if that is what you so desire. You WILL get the desires of your heart. If they are evil, you will get them until you drown in your own vomit--which many of the most depraved actually do. How horribly embarrassing that people know forever. But you will never know good in any form unless you allow Jesus Christ to rebuke the hold of pure evil over your heart and desires. That is fact. The offal you type out is pure satanism at its finest, and don't tell me you wandered here by chance. Perhaps you were even priavately emailed to join the hyena pack. Who knows. Certainly the people here use email to say loving things about the hateful, many of them. They know now, however, that I have few good things to say of the followers of the mind of satan, and he, satan, is the one thing in God's creation I truly loathe beyond words. I do that openly as I know that one can send 10,000 demons to flight, and I stay as far under the blood of Jesus as I can, I hope that in the spirit realm to the demons I appear bright red.