The Holy Spirit has been guiding me since November of 1946, and I have faithfully transcribed His message by pen and paper. I write these messages and believe that they lead to truth and peace. Therefore, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, I am obliged to follow and as such claim the title: Truth/Peace Writer.

Although as all men, I have had a Free Will … many times I did not follow the advice of the Holy Spirit.  Most of these time, I lacked the confidence that what was given to me was from the Holy Spirit, or the confidence to repeat His words.  On a limited number of occasions, the Holy Spirit gave me a “Direct Order” where there was a Perfect Understanding and NO choice … I had to immediately obey God.  I had to Obey God and leave all the consequences to God.  A “Direct Order” from the Holy Spirit is like having a hundred-foot wall thrown up in front of you with NO paths leading to the right or left.  There are NO choices … there is nothing you can do but follow God’s path he has placed in front of you.

In 2014 I was a Democrat and was going to resign from the Party, but I was given a what I believe was a direct order by the Holy Spirit. I was to stay true and not abandon the Democratic Party.  Under this direct order, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, I was to remain and write the prophetic revelations that the Holy Spirit provided. These, I consider ‘Truth Warnings’ to expose the demonic influence within the Democratic Party.  I believe that through these warnings, if acted upon, may assist in preventing a Nuclear 911 and a Civil War on American soil.

November 1946:  Our Dad was a truck driver who died of his injuries three days after his truck rolled over.  Witnesses said he was traveling at a very slow speed but the tanker truck for some unknown reason just rolled and flipped over while he was crossing some railroad tracks.

The wake for our Dad was at our very small home … NOT at a Funeral Home.  Dad built the house but it still was in need of some finishing touches … black tar paper covered the exterior of our house and there was NO front porch.  Three workmen were busy out in the cold … rain mixed with snow coming down … building a front porch because the porch was needed to move the casket in and out of the living room.  A wide arch separated the small living room and the small dining room.  Four Holy Pictures were hanging on the living room walls.  Our Dad was a very religious man.

My two brothers and I were on the floor by the ottoman in the dining room … just around the corner from where the undertakers were working … we were playing with a little toy truck … taking turns running the truck up and down the ottoman.  Eight feet from me and my 2 brothers and they were preparing our Dad’s body behind a cloth screen … Mom insisted being with our Dad so the undertakers relented and allowed our Mother to come behind the screen … our Mother was talking to our deceased Dad as they put the formaldehyde into his veins and flushed the blood out of his body … Mom commented on how much blood was coming out of our Dad’s body.  Mom was out of her mind … you could tell by the stress in her voice. She insisted on being there as they prepared to make our Dad “look nice for people who were coming to the wake.”

Uncle Ed walked in … he had just returned from World War II … Ed was an Army Medic on Utah Beach on D-day and he saw thousands of dead men amidst the horrors of World War II … the Army held the Medics over after the War so they could care for the wounded.  “Get those children out of here now!” … one Aunt said, “It’s OK.  The kids are not in the way.”  The soft-spoken Veteran U.S. Army Staff Sergeant Ed Zukowski raised his voice and emphatically repeated his command, “Get those children out of here now!”  We were immediately shuffled out of the dining room and removed from our house.  I don’t remember where we went.  I remember our Mom pleading with our Dad to help take care for us kids.  Our Mom was now a widow who would have to raise their four sons on her own.  My brother John was 8, Charlie was 4, Ben was 13 months and I was almost three.