Aw... shucks...
Again; you display how wrong your remote viewing analysis is.
1. The people are NOT ‘hated’, as you so assuredly claim, but pitied: for being TRAPPED in a demonic deception. We PRAY for those caught in mormonISM’s web all the time.
2. We do hate - you are correct in that - but it is directed toward the Prince and the Power of the air which is yanking the strings of this ‘religion’ and any OTHER thing that sets itself up against GOD’s kingdom.
You must have made one hell of an impression on me, i am not kidding you were even in my dream,talk about a rough night
Maybe i should not even tell it but i do have these stupid dreams now an then but the one i had last night topped them all and i don,t know how in the hell you were in it but there you were, the high light.
You see, i dreamed that i had died and was trying to get to heaven.
I made the journey up to the gates of st peter and knocked, st peter came and opened the gate and kind of looked around a little then he smiled at me and then said where is your white stallion?
Well i stuttered around a little then said i did not have one, st peter said sorry but you have to have a white stallion to get in here.
Well you can see how i would be shaken at that kind of news, but i started back down to earth thinking that i better condition my self for hell for that is where i would likely go, that was the worst feeling i had ever experienced.
But on the way back down i saw some one coming up and i don,t know how i knew it but i knew it was you, and i thought My Hero, why that entered my mind i don,t know.
I could see the saintliness, the superiority, the righteousness and even though i never even thought that you would speak to me it gave me hope.
You acted kind of like st peter did, that is you never looked at me until after you looked around some and then you asked me what i was doing coming back this way.
I said Sir st peter will not let me in to the gates with out a white stallion, you acted kind of angry then you looked me over real good from head to toe and at the same time looked very disgusted.
Right then if i had any doubt that i was bound for hell it vanished, but then you kind of got a smirky smile on your face and said come on back up with me.
Then you gave me that disgusted look over again and said i will have a talk with peter.
So we went back up and you said wait here and you went up and got st peter to open up and spoke to him for several minutes.
I could not hear what was being said but pretty soon St Peter came to me just madder than a stirred up hornet an said, i thought i told you to bring a white stallion.
not a dammed jack ass.