I gave myself to my children and they built a home.
I kept for myself, a “LIFE” estate.
After all these years, not only do my children forget “WHO” gave them the material to build their home, but forget “WHO” gave them their own “LIVES”.
And underestimate the ability of an old “MAN” to protect himself.
For not only do I wish to stay, but I want the house.
There is nothing worse then your children stabbing you in the back, trying to sell you off like some kind of inanimate object.
A bunch of spoiled rotten brats sitting around the negotiating table drooling at prospect of turning “LIFE” into death (physical wealth).
Some of my children love me, some sit around waiting for me to die and others are trying to kill me.
All they want is to be able to sell the house’s, but cannot legally do so until “I AM” dead.
So I donated some of my “LIFE” to a child, which I have every legal right to do.
All they have to do is kill me, before the child is born.
Some have told me that “CHRIST” has come, gone and will return, but my dreams are clear in that “CHRIST” has not arrived, yet?
When he does it will be a battle between family members.