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I sing Happy Birthday to Jesus on December 25th. I get all pissy and cranky when someone tries to break into my prayer closet. It gets ugly - hockey fights soothe me. I find thunder and lightning comforting. The last man who punched me in the face stopped reproducing - FOREVER.


My Groupie, Puck Bunny and Victim Skills Just Plain SUCK – Deal With It

October 18, 2016


For those who aren’t cowards who roam the internet, I know you know I’m not referring to you, but I’m mentioning it now so that there are absolutely no misunderstandings.

For those who are cowardly ground-cursed, scum-slithers whose ancestors got downed by God and hide behind fake “social” (the more operative term is “anti-social”) media “personas”, cowering in your flesh bags as though some faux-deity dubbed you “King” or “Queen of Cool” – have a good time quivering in your sad, unholy skin.

My name is Maria “Mia” Lueth. I have been known as “Jag” while defending a net. I have also been known as a nick-name a former boyfriend called me that is Rated R and implies that I know my way around a man and have some skills in that milieu. When I have something to say, I don’t hide behind a mask. I just put my face right there online (VLOGS happen) and say it. I also type it. If you had the intestinal fortitude to come on over to my apartment to say what you want to say, I would listen to you. You’d at the very least get kudos for “balls” or “boobs”. Until then, I will simply dispel a rumor that circulates every-so-often when folks get bored or whatever it is some of you out in the world get. I never had sex with Vanilla Ice. I have had sex with a certain musician who I was dating. He had to pay a company to keep my name out of the press. He cheated on me twice. I said good-bye and I never looked back. He has to beg people to work with him these days. Done deal.

Yes, I will date actors, but no those who have to stay in character all the time. Not for me. Simple enough.

I almost married an ice hockey player, but shortly before we were to be wed, he was killed in a car accident. It was an accident. The driver survived and of course I forgave him and sent him prayers for recovery and a few humorous cards to make him laugh a little. Laughter heals. That is truth.

I do remember when Baltimore had an ice hockey team. I managed to get in on helping out someone who worked in the evenings to make ends meet for his family. I helped him clean up after concerts, events and ice hockey games. I remember this one time, I got up the courage to talk to one of the “Big Guy” ice hockey players. I was a young 14-year old female whose dream job just happened to be a job working for a National Hockey League. I wanted to ask a few questions, because I love ice hockey. Interestingly, there weren’t many adults around and for some strange reason this ice hockey player who was at least 10 years my senior thought I was curious about his penis.

Here’s something that “person with a penis” (man is too generous a description), didn’t realize that my late Earthly father one Major Fritz H. Lueth, decorated Korean war vet, never let his little girl go places unprepared. Swiss Army knives, butterfly knives and small multi-tools come in handy for a variety of purposes. Fast forward to now, there’s a male who gets NHL money walking around with a scar on his upper-left thigh. I’m pretty sure I can handle myself around the “Old Boys Fraternity” known as the National Hockey League. Go on Twitterati – tweet this on over to @TBLightning and @NHL – it’ll be fun – you’ll like it. I dare ya.

By the way Baltimore, the Orioles used to an ice hockey team. True story.

I’ve been wanting to get married and take care of a man for quite a while now – years actually – so let’s accelerate the process shall we God. Thank you daddy. I love you.

Just so everyone is all happy and smiley, I’ll mention that the adult who put chemicals in a beer he gave me when I was 13 and then proceeded to rape a paralyzed teenage female, that’d be me – as mentioned a while back on my blog, was prayed for by me as well. I mean, no worries law enforcement types, I introduced him to Jesus via prayer. I wouldn’t any misunderstandings. Sometimes people misunderstand me. Like this one time I told this other guy I was dating that I wanted to go to an ice hockey game for my birthday and he thought I said I wanted to go a dinner theater. Well, pardon me, I thought English was his first language.

If you actually want to be my friend, you should know this – I like friends who will stand by your side and walk straight through the bowels of hell with ya and then tell people you were at the opera. I don’t fair weather anything. I don’t usually care who started it, but I always know whose going to finish it.

For the single males who I can legally take over state lines on this good planet, I’m aiming at marriage and I DON’T DO DIVORCE. All in, or nothing at all.

Somebody must have prayed for a wife God, otherwise why do I feel such a hankering for marrying and making babies? It’s overwhelming for some reason. Did you know you can order up a dude on Craigslist? WOWEE!

I love you – peace – The UnPC Pastor Mia – 410-980-1173,, 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD 21050.

PS – If any of you lurkers who read my blog want me to get a SAG card, you will be needing to pay me. I might be just a little to hot for reality TV.

We thank you father God for looking after us, keeping us in your good light and providing for our needs. You Rock. It is in the name of Jesus we pray. Poor people like to eat food. Amen.



A Different Kind Of Romance

October 16, 2016


Sometimes I write poetry and create lyrics my friends. (I’m owed music royalties – I rather think those who owe me those royalties would rather deal with lawyers as opposed to a guy his mom calls “The Butcher” wouldn’t you?ūüėČ ) I’m a very reasonable woman. I’ve recently read some of the poetry written by some of my blog followers. Some of it’s deep and some of it’s a bit, light, yet with a touch of hickory. Thanks for sharing.

Hey, U.S. Military I’ve been remembering all the fun I’ve had on this planet. Yeah, it was a super great time I had over there at the MEPS in the early 90’s. I just couldn’t believe it, I scored so well on the ASVAB¬†that I qualified for ATC.¬†The best part about that experience was the part where ALL OF MY PERSONAL SENSITIVE DATA (Driver’s licence, social security card, etc.) just up and disappeared out the not-so-secure lockers YOU provide to Navy hopefuls. True story. I guess you wanted to top that complete disregard for my safety and comfort as a U.S. American citizen by allowing OPM to get hacked a couple of years back, and yet again ALL OF MY PERSONAL SENSITIVE DATA (Bank accounts, employment history, etc.) was compromised by people who, as the news put it “were just trying to figure out what criteria the U.S. uses to obtain national security clearances. Something I did, in fact obtain.

I feel all happy and safe and warm and fuzzy my own government. Although, upon further review, I think I need a gigantic SIGN FROM GOD to let me know if my government actually likes or not. If not, let me know. Simple fix, HELLO CANADA – I HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE A SANCTUARY COUNTY AND I LOVE ICE HOCKEY SO MUCH, I LET DUDES ON MY PICK-UP LEAGUE PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH, MORE THAN ONCE.

I know you likey that shiny Cup that used to be owned by a Lord CANADA. Hey, me too. We should be friends. I like a lot Canadian Music. It all reminds me of hockey. I’ll marry Canadian. God, then hockey, then sex, then being nice to your neighbors. I’m pretty sure I got the order correct this time.


Yes, Steve Yzerman, I ripped all the “Q” page out of the dictionary. Why, QUIT IS NOT A WORD.

I hope all of you are well. God Bless the sticks, the pucks, the clothes, the plane, the skates, the equipment, and the glasses on Steve Yzerman’s face. Hallelujah. Amen. Thank you Father God.

The “hockey gods” don’t run me. I run the “hockey gods”.

Sure, I’ll date a defense man who goes both ways. There’s nothing hotter than a good two-way game.

It’s hockey season. I need a husband. I don’t lie. It’s just true. The ice hockey fraternity wants me. My hockey IQ just keeps getting higher and higher. Try me out and see for yourselves. I used to dream of the Stanley Cup when I was a little kid too National Hockey League types. I have something in common with Lightning GM Steve Yzerman. No penis. No problem. I see ice hockey games in fluid dynamics.

One day, someone will actually take me seriously. Until then, I’m still planning to do a Jesus-lifting, charity 1000 mile walk to Tampa Bay, FL. Well, the employment page for the Lightning says I should be local. Okay, I’ll get local.

Body of Christ unity. Live it. Love it. GO GOD. Of course I want a cure for a cancer <—–(Punk az frick nut that deseres New York cab driver body language), I get the “joy and pleasure” of living with it – every frickin’ day. I’m not dead yet planet Earth. Don’t pay any attention to any rumors any of you hear – Define what you mean by “Alien”.

Go Bolts! #LoversGonnaLove

I love you (some of you should understand – Kingdom of God wise – not romantically – but LOVE nonetheless). No, ladies, I don’t want your husband. I want my own. No husbands, I give you that old stinky glove PAW IN THE FACE if you even spark a thought I want to see your “little head” which is often, NOT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE THINKING WITH.

Peace – Pastor Mia – 410-980-1173. Phone conversation is not a lost art. Don’t be shy. Communicate. I’m friendly and I’m glad a great many of you have never had to identify the dead bodies of your own children. LOVE THEM WELL MY FRIENDS. LOVE THEM WELL.


The National Hockey Gypsy League (Don’t Try To Save Me From The Ice Hockey)

October 12, 2016


Okay fine, I’ll be on TV – okay. Fine – I’ll write a book. I need an agent and book deal. Hey thanks.ūüėČ Hi there interesting people who read. I like ya. You’re neat.

I’m not sure how many hockey fans read my blog, but for those who are and you’ve been at it for at least 20 years, you’ll have to agree – it’s turned into a League of roving gypsies. I mean you take a break for a summer and as you start gearing up for a new season lo, you discover “what!? – “who got traded for who now?” “The coaches gypsy too! Crazy eyes Boucher is back! Sorry Mike Yeo, Gabby’s gone WILD!¬†¬†The Hawk’s Joel Quenneville is boring.¬†I mean it would be much better if he switched places with his buddy Ken Hitchcock over there at the St. Louis Blues.

Dear National Hockey League Goalies,

Your pads need to lose weight and say hello to Conner McDavid. No one can prove I had anything to do with it. NO ONE.

I’m still deciding about my ministry name. I was thinking “Jesus On Ice Musical Ministry” or “God Rocks The World Ministry.” I also need to get back to tweeting apparently. So the “artist formerly know as @creasinger” may end up on twitter soon as @GangstahOfLove or @TheUnPCPastor, I haven’t decided. What do you think?

I like talking to radio shows. It’s fun. 410-980-1173. Strangers too.

That’s right single men. Sometimes I check you out. I’m a single lady after all. Grins.

I’ll admit it – I can’t lie – I told God that if he doesn’t find me a husband soon – there shall be backsliding – a lot of backsliding. I mean hockey season is mating season. Yes it is. That’s final.

Thank you father God for inspiring a few helpers who want to help me coordinate a ONE THOUSAND MILE WALK through most of the old Southeast division.¬†¬†Cancer’s like a tired old hockey goon as far as I’m concerned. I’m waiting for some brave soul to let me know what charity or charities I’m walking for. No – you tell me. I’m doing it. Maybe I’ll sing the whole way too! You’re enthusiasm is killing me twelve people who read my blog. God is good.

I love you – peace – Pastor Mia 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD 21050,

Go Bolts! MAN U!

Hello To Those With Learning Disabilities Who Love God or Are Jesus Curious

October 11, 2016


I am being very protective of some particular types of people and I am letting fellow clergy know that some of you have been coming way to hard at certain types of people. There are people who simply do not understand what is meant by “we were born wrong” and clergy who continuously go on and on about how we’re all terrible sinners and we all wrong and we can’t ever be good and on and on. Hey, He forgave us. We know we are not perfect. There are some people with actual real brain damage and actual real learning disabilities. I am one of those people. Many of them need to hear THE GOOD NEWS. If you or someone you know has been beat down by ANY CHURCH MEMBER OR CLERGY, stop attending that church. Read your bibles at home in a quiet place with calm, gentle souls. You can pray to our father God an thank him for pointing you to a church, mentor, tutor or small group of other quiet, calm, sensitive souls. He will answer your prayer. Sometimes you will need to be a little patient. You can trust him to know when you are ready to participate in certain bible study and which teacher is best for you. I will teach them if it’s a problem for some of you “churchy McJudjertons” out there. Back AWAY from them. Thank you.

All teachers/preachers/priests mean by “we were born wrong” is that because of Adam and Eve’s decision based on a crafty, sneaky no good serpent in the Garden of Eden that is described in Genesis, human kind got some yucky, no good stuff in us. The GOOD NEWS is that God’s good, cleansing word was born in the flesh and human kind knows that flesh by many names. One of those names is Jesus. He is OUR Lord and Savior. God’s plan to remove all that yucky “sin nature” that we were born in the flesh with is to have us accept his only begotten son Jesus, be REBORN in Christ and let his blood clean all that yucky out of us so that we are not denied Heaven and an eternity with God in Heaven. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT YOU WERE BORN THAT WAY. God is not mad at us. I promise. He knows it takes us a while to get used to some things. He knows we all think in different ways. He understands that some of us get hurt when loud people yell at us and call us “idiots.” CLERGY SHOULD NOT DO THIS. I am a Pastor who will tell you to let GOD fight for you and allow God raised protective types to shield and protect you. It is okay if you don’t always understand. I have a college education and a very high IQ and sometimes even I get stuck. I ask OUR Father God for help all the time.

He loves us. He doesn’t want us to get hurt. Christians should Jesus check EVERY SINGLE DAY. We are not shame based. Let go. Let God. Remember that Jesus is the HEAD of our church. Remember that Jesus is the HEAD of our households. Unless you are the creator of all things, you are a servant of the Lord God our Messiah. Kings serve the Lord. Queens serve the lord. Janitors serve the Lord. Athletes serve the Lord. Submission is not a dirty word. Surrender to Jesus and let him know you are willing to learn. We are all learning. Yes, there are different types of baptism. When we are ready, God guides us in that direction. Take heart. God is NOT A BULLY.

God loves us and Jesus, who was born clean, without sin was the only able to go to the cross for us. We can happily accept God’s grace even if we don’t understand what we’ve done wrong. Some of us would like to learn the true and real, proper Gospel exactly the way God intended. And we shall. Not all clergy scream, yell and stomp. There are quite of few of us who are patient and not at all quick to anger. We have time and patience.


It is perfectly okay with me if you read this and check scripture to make sure what I am telling you is Holy Bible proper. If you have a comment, have questions, need prayer, or have been called rude, mean, hurtful names by other Christians – please do not hesitate or be afraid to tell me. I will listen. I concentrate on healing. We are meant to love one another. Our Father created us that way. Any church teaching from the Holy Bible which contains both the Old and the New Testaments, must remember that we are not a snobby country club. I will talk to you even if YOU ARE NOT A CHRISTIAN. Jesus is for everyone. Thank.

Thank you Father for your mercy, kindness, healing, light and love. In Jesus name we become whole. Hallelujah. Now say “Amen”. You are blessed.

I love you – peace – Pastor Mia 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD 21050 ¬†410-980-1173 (I’ll even talk to you if hate sports) Are you a Psalmist? If you need a bible and you’re flat broke – they can be purchased for $1.05 (US) in any Dollar Store. It is not stealing if you take the Gideon’s Bible located in many hotel rooms across the globe. It is a gift to from God.

Go Bolts!

If I Don’t Die At A Hockey Game – I Am Going To WRECK Heaven

October 8, 2016


I’d like to welcome and thank those of you follow my blog. I ALWAYS appreciate anyone who reads, comments, likes etc. Sometimes, when I get a chance, I read what other people write. That includes some of you. I know that some of people who have actually met didn’t know a good about my life. Some of what some of them have read on my blogs (Triple MMM will be deleted shortly – all the archives are now on this blog) is a complete surprise to some people.

I’m sure some of them don’t contact me because they don’t know what to say and they just can’t believe I got the call from God. Well, I did. There is no mistaking that kind of call, I can assure all of you. I said “yes” to Jesus and now God’s handing me a collar.¬†No, I didn’t go seminary. No, I didn’t go to a religious university. Yes, I was at the tip top of my classes based on the theory of evolution. I love science. Most particularly, I love the science of light and sound. Female pastors do where collars and we can get married. I am non-denominational and what’s known as an Evangelist. The Bible isn’t some awful book. God gets misrepresented – ALL the time. Many of you don’t even give it a chance. The “old boys club” of the National Hockey League probably won’t ever know or understand what I’ve sacrificed for them, but I already did it, so it doesn’t really matter any way. One thing’s for sure, I absolutely won’t, for any reason, even if I’m in a firefight with anything related to demons, write or say anything that even has the slightest potential of taking my ice hockey team off their best game. GO BOLTS!

One day soon, those who read this and think I’ve gone straight off my rocker and I should spend my time in a loony bin will begin to actually experience true and real supernatural activity on this planet. Some of you may even begin speaking in tongues, especially shortly after reading one of my blog posts.

I am now 44 and so far, cancer hasn’t killed me. I have not received any treatments and I can’t do traditional treatments anyway. I have a congenital heart defect. Any known treatment for blood cancer would be too much for my heart, as far as I know. Since I haven’t received any treatments and the cancer hasn’t killed me yet, I can’t have an aggressive form of is, so there’s still hope. I am not afraid to die.

Over the last three years, I’ve been doing a lot of learning. I actually pray when I sleep. I started speaking in tongues. The enemies of God don’t like me very much. It’s not as though I wake in the morning hopping out of bed these days all sunshine and smiles, because, I might get attacked pretty much any time. Oh well, let them come. The one thing that SHOULD NOT HAPPEN is friendly FIRE people who claim to love the Lord Jesus Christ. It needs to stop. It will stop and I’ve been called up to the majors, so to speak, to take a 1000 mile walk, on foot to look some church “leadership” right in the eye gates to make sure we stop fighting with each other. We shall not be oppressed and we shall not let any force divide and conquer. I will walk at least sixty miles a day through six states on foot ending in Tampa Bay, FL at the Tampa Bay Lightning’s home barn. When I there. I’m staying. Make no attempt to talk me out of it.

Every Christian denomination is now on formal. I’m one of God’s specialists. I love my father God and all those rude, loud mouth, F bomb dropping, hooligans of the ice hockey world are like family to me. The F#$K if I’m going to let them go down. I pray for peace, but if it’s war that comes. I’ll be waitin’ for ya. By the authority and power provided to me by the Kingdom of Heaven, his shed shall protect you. Tweet this around to EVERY SINGLE ICE HOCKEY TEAM YOU CAN FIND. This is your point of contact for that protection. Read this and send it to everyone you know and love. There is confirmed Angelic activity on planet Earth. Be ready, take the Bible seriously please. I’ve been in battle since before I could walk on two legs, trust me. Thank you. I sustained a rather heavy duty injury and I’ve been recovering, but I’m an ice hockey fan and we’re not like other fans. I don’t answer to the Pope and I don’t need permission to DEMOLISH true and real evil. The ice hockey lovers do it on ice. I do it in the supernatural.

PLEASE DO NOT CONFUSE ME WITH A “LARPER”. I don’t hate the TV show “Supernatural”, but they and their fans need to stay in their warm safe places in make pretend land. I do not get that luxury.

I’m going to need some Psalmists. I’ll be raising some money to help God answer prayers on my 1000 mile walk from Maryland to Tampa Bay. If we need miracles – look the blankity blankin’ FLOCK out – we’re going to get them. I am a Christ and I will act like one. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.

I love you – Peace – Pastor Mia 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD ¬†21050, 410-980-1173,, stop by, call, write, don’t be shy. I’m a very gentle soul.


I See Jesus Handing Me The Stanley Cup With A Little Baby In The Bowl!

October 4, 2016


Hello to the few of you who read my blog. I am, perhaps to some, a bit of an “odd” pastor. I am a pastor, nonetheless. All YOU (yes you – reading this blog) need to do is say “It is your will, not mine Jesus.” Accept and embrace the fact that we live in a Jesus-o-centric universe.

I know all about grief and loss my friends. Perhaps any of you who are or have gone through the loss of a child or children, job, security etc. might find this helpful. There is something missing from the article however. Always remember you can walk through every single day with the Lord Jesus Christ. It doesn’t matter how ugly it gets – he will not give up on you, so do not give up on him.

I’d like to suggest Matthew as a good read in the Holy Bible these days. Go on – give it a shot. I’ll admit it right out in the great world wide web open that I was starting to feel a bit too much like Job. I mean friends dying, parents dying, fianc√© dying, children dying, aunts, uncles, grandparents, loss of a home, loss of a job, the death of my children, bankruptcy, cancer, car accidents and on and on. THE GOOD NEWS – God made it up to Job and his wife, so no my faith in the Lord has not diminished. I rely on Jesus for everything, including understanding. In what we call “end times”, it is very important to rely on Jesus for understanding. Literally give God the authority over your life. Go ahead and write that down. Sing it out loud. Declare it on your blog. Tell your dog. If the Lord has authority over you, it will not be possible for ANY enemy of God to get control of you, your mind, your heart, or your soul.

Say “good morning” to the Holy Spirit every morning when you wake. Then say “good night” to the Holy Sprit every night when you settle in for sleep. On Halloween, get your friends and/or family together, dress up like Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus, a mule, the three wise men (get creative with it :-)) and when you knock on the door and the door is answered, instead of saying “trick or treat”, hand the person a Holy Bible, smile, say “TREAT!” and walk away. Yes you can.

I know I’m not your everyday sort of Pastor, but God likes me and I Trust him, so why not tell all of you to open your heart to God, let him make himself at home in their and off you go on a journey filled with love and joy. No my friends, you are not afraid of evil, evil is afraid of YOU. Besides, heaven needs fun, musical, hockey-loving, sporty, good natured people like you. I thank you for tweeting this to your friends and family. That’s very kind of you.

I’ve been thinking that perhaps I DO want to actually walk the walk. That means, yes Jesus, I DO want to walk from Northern Maryland (where I live now) all the way down to Tampa Bay where my ice hockey team lives in Florida. Since I-95 simply won’t do, I’ll have to walk the back roads, through the smaller towns, the farm country, the hoods, the hollers. I’ll be needing A Lot of help though. Trust me, cancer or not, I have the legs for it. All things are possible with God. I can lift the name Jesus (he’s the famous one in the family and I wouldn’t have it any other way) at the same time people who get on board can sponsor me a certain amount per mile I complete on foot for the purpose of helping me start a very easy going, easy to understand online ministry and bible study for everyday people. Plus I’m sure there will be plenty of money raised which will go to help a certain charity (to be revealed to me later) meet it’s fundraising goals. I don’t know that part yet.

Body of Christ unity will be the walking mantra for me as I go, so I’ll make sure the route includes a Baptist church, a Methodist church, a Catholic church, an Episcopalian church and so on, visit as well. Maybe I’ll just pop in to the churches along the way¬†on my walk to Tampa Bay and sing to them. I’ll make up some¬†Jesus related love-type lyrics right on the spot. Maybe I’ll get some media attention – “Weird Walking Un-PC Pastor¬†Sings the “Spirit” Right¬†To Churches Faces.”

Jesus is for Everyone.

I have quite a few inspiring ideas. Get in touch about it – (I’m checking my e-mail again), call me 410-980-1173. Write to me at 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD,¬† 21050. It’s okay, it won’t be the first time someone has told me I’m crazy and it probably won’t be the last. I may not have a bunch more time left on Earth, so don’t dawdle and DON’T BE SHY

#LoversGonnaLove (ministry media will be established – I need FINACIAL SUPPORT, VOLUNTEERS AND SOME FELLOW NERDS.) God has the Con and Jesus taught Yoda everything he knows. (Maybe were more like “nerks” – nerd/dorks – yeah, I like that. What do you think?)

I wouldn’t kid you Tampa Bay Lightning faithful. I will actually WALK from Maryland to my new home in the Tampa Bay Area. You should help me Bolts fans. You too other teams’ hockey fans. Yeah and you too other sports fans. Oh you want to and if you stay quite for a few brief moments you’ll actually hear God whispering “yes, help Mia coordinate and execute a charity, church unity walk of faith with Jesus to Tampa Bay, Fla.” No really try it. Also, if you ever get bored on Friday nights, go into the bathroom, turn out the light say “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus” and then turn around three times. You’ll see him. It works.

Yes, and as for you “dirty bird” section of the planet who read blog – I meant the Holy Trinity threesome, as in the divine number three. Ask God to clean out your noodles will ya! Jeez.


Peace РPastor Mia РI love you (yeah, even you Washington Crapitals Рyou were about as helpful as a lightbulb to a blind person Рbooooooooooo Рhisss Рhockey community my as, er uh foot.) FROWNEY FACE DC.

How To Evacuate The Planet In A Day

September 20, 2016


Hello six people who actually read my blog. I suppose I could type all sorts of shfoe aidaoijfajdsf and barely anyone would know. First on the agenda: The Order Is – EARTH EVACUATION (ask Jesus). Next on the agenda: by the time you figure out that practicing witchcraft is DIRECTLY against the Lord of Lord’s command as quoted in the Holy Bible (New Testament), it may already be too late. The 2nd death is about as real as the eyeballs you are using to read this.

As for my e-mail account at gmail, I just plain stopped checking it. I do however have a cell phone and a mailing address. I know, I know – I say un-PC things right out loud and I also type them, right out loud. It happens. This is not something “new” for me, so don’t go thinking you know me well.

Yes, I am one of “those” who is holy spirit filled and speaks in tongues. I talk to our Father God all the time. I also wait patiently for Him. OPEN YOUR SPIRITUAL EARS – JESUS can actually be heard. No kidding.

I’m ready to leave Archangel Michael (if you aren’t friendly with the Angel who is actually in charge of God’s Holy, loyal angels – I doubt you want to bother me with,¬†well, anything) Thank You. Amen to that!

Any enemy of God’s in an enemy of mine. It’s true, I love a Jew named Jesus with all my mind, heart and soul.

Breaking news from the kingdom of God – You Don’t Ever Want To Mess With A Genesis Eye. If you’ve never heard of a Genesis Eye (Google can’t help you now), come on over to 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD, 21050. If you aren’t GOD trained to fight in the supernatural, you should just sow your seed (send financial support to an Ordained Pastor – that’d be me) and be happy God Loves you. Grins and kisses.

Yes, I am a female. No, demons don’t stand a MUTHA FREAKIN’ chance. Yes, I do call God Daddy.

THE REAL SUPERNATURAL BEINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET KNOWN ON PLANET EARTH. The “Sons of Thunder” are my brother’s and the Family Christ hasn’t lost a war since before the foundation of this world. Please note the Old Testament that the word “worlds” denotes more than one world. The word “aliens” is also used. I LOVE GETTING SHOT AT – IT’S A HOOT! Hugs and flowers planet Earth. My brothers Daniel, Luke, John and well – all the rest as mentioned in the Holy Bible found out what happened to me while I was on this planet. Some of you of this world will be receiving bad news, because of it.

Just wanted to mention to the curious types that it isn’t polite to ask a lady how old her soul is, but let’s just say – I’m older than Eve. I had nothing to do with what happened in Eden. Ask God.

It’s been interesting planet Earth – a separation from God is coming quickly. IT’S NOW BEEN WRITTEN ON THE WORLD WIDE. If you don’t tell your friends and the apocalyptic Armageddon sneaks up on you and takes you by surprise – hey – YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I love you Daddy. I loved you planet Earth.

Pastor Mia – Peace – 410-980-1173 (sure, give me a call for prayer, death threats, chat, or try to sell me something I probably won’t by. Also, if you’re considering suicide and you are a US War Vet and the VA sent you to an answering machine – DAY OR NIGHT – YOU CALL ME!) You may consider me one of God’s “Spec Ops”. Tootles – as for the work of the Devil (God has special erasures for that). Suck dusty fire Satan and friends.

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