A critically acclaimed book,"The Kingdom Seeker," by Tommy Adams and published by GoToPublish is about how the author successfully predicted strange atmospheric occurrences to George W. Bush, Koffi Annan, Vladimir Putin, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, the Clintons, Pope John Paul II, Raymond Kelly, Ismar Schorsch, Ariel Sharon, David Posner, Michael Bloomberg and numerous others on February 3, 2005, this after claiming to these very same individuals several years before both that he had been killed many, many times (See 1 Corinthians 15:12-22.) over the last thirty years by satan and his murderous band of sinners, many of whom are gay men who don't seem to understand the difference between a king or Christian and themselves, and that he was the greatest man Jesus, the Messiah, ever knew. These and many other successful predictions since that time to those same individuals by Mr. Adams do indeed mark him as a prophet of the living God - someone with a very close and special relationship with the Creator of the Universe. Among this startlingly well written book's benefits are two proofs of the existence of God in the universe, one of which Sir Isaac Newton was close to discovering nearly five hundred years ago. This isn't bad for a person whose I.Q. doesn't measure over 112 on any official record anywhere. (Something he himself has never believed!) This very well written book is among the most important in the history of all civilization on this planet and a must read for everyone who takes religion seriously and understands its most profound importance in the scheme of things. Not being titled "Pagan Hordes of Israel," this most holy book has a lot of things in it that many in America will not want to hear but that have to be said. Sorry! The book is least expensive for you and earns the author the highest return available to him only if you purchase it directly from the GoToPublish.Com website at www.GoToPublish.Com. Just enter the name of the author or title of the book to access the sale in the upper right-hand corner of the screen. Be careful to note the price of the version you are purchasing before you buy: Hardcover, $40.00, Softcover, $20.00, and E-book, $10.00.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
About the author.
Born the illegitimate and eldest son of a wealthy pharmaceutical salesman from Georgetown Guyana, South America, and the valedictorian of Perote, Alabama, high school, class of 1955, at Brooklyn Women's Hospital in Brooklyn, New York, the author is the holiest man ever born in America. The author hasn't fornicated or done drugs in nearly forty years being an ardent admirer of Saint Peter. Jesus will confirm to you through the Holy Spirit that his soul has no beginning and no end. The first Black captain of a predominantly White athletic team in world history and at a Christian high school - Saint Francis Preparatory, alma mater of legends Vincent Lombardi and Joe Torre - he is the greatest track and field athlete of modern times pound-per-pound. A Roman Catholic faith healer, stigmatic, Knight of Columbus, Boy Scout, member of the Legion of Mary, he plans on taking holy orders to become a deacon after completing a number of advanced degrees in engineering, all the Nobel subjects, business,and theology at Harvard University. He plans to move to Israel with his future wife and children to serve the Church there. Commissioned by Jesus, the twelve apostles of the Lamb, and the holy Virgin Mary through the Holy Spirit to re-unify the Christian world and to lead the true Jews who are Black and not White as there is no law or tradition anywhere on earth back to their homeland in Israel, the author has also been commissioned by the Messiah through the Holy Spirit to write "The Summa Theologica of Saint Thomas the Divine," which is a revision of the original Summa authored by Saint Thomas Aquinas many centuries ago, that will hopefully end and prevent all Schisms in Christendom forever. He lives alone in southeast Brooklyn, New York, U.S.A.
Book Excerpt One.
“I am from ancient times, and mine is an ancient voice.”
Tommy Francis Adams in a letter to Pope John Paul II dated
January, 2003
Preface
If you are baptized and have the H-ly Sp-rit, you can ask the Alm-ghty
who the greatest man he ever knew was, and he will tell you my
name. The reasons I am divine are that I am a Boy Scout and am preternatural, hence
am paranormal, not paranoid. There are several more reasons for the H-ly Gh-st’s statement about me: (1) I am the greatest man J-sus ever created; (2) I am the greatest athlete pound-per-pound of all time behind J-sus and the F-ther; (3) I am the greatest writer of all time; (4) I am the fourth greatest teacher of the law of Moses in the
Cosmos; (5) I am the fourth most powerful man in the universe; (6)
I have the highest I.Q. on planet earth; (7) I am the greatest Christian
saint in the history of the world; (8) I am an archangel; (9) and I am
J-sus’ closest friend next to his F-ther and mother. J-sus testifies about
all of this by way of the H-ly Sp-rit. I am greater than all the kings and
great thinkers of human history, videlicet, greater than all the great
men of the Bible from Abraham to Moses to David to Solomon to
John the Baptist. Because I am greater than all the Popes that have ever
lived, including Saint Peter to whom the keys of the Kingdom of G-d
were given, the true apostolic succession of the Church of Chr-st rests
firmly in my hands! I sit on the Sanhedrin of G-d, that is, not that of
the nation of Israel but of the heavens, and have been sent in this day
and age to reunify the Church of Chr-st and to return the nation of
Israel to its ancient ways.
The above statements are extremely intriguing since, at the
moment, I am a bit of a flop. Great men can and do fail sometimes
for all kinds of reasons, and it is interesting that G-d always uses the
things that are not to negate the things that are. This is quite a natural
situation, of course, but a difficult one for me; He has chosen me of all
people - a flop - to make the most important theological statements of
modern times; yet the facts do tend to indicate that what the Sp-rit has
to say must be true, for I am not the average man by any stretch of the
imagination. The fact of the matter is that if the children of this world
(restricting ourselves to the kings of it) are successful, responsible,
happy, fulfilled and sane then people who are not of it have to be none
of these things on the surface.; given these facts, it can be seen plainly
herein that I am, indeed, the second greatest man in human history;
indeed, I have become Vishnu – the destroyer of worlds......
Tommy Francis Adams in a letter to Pope John Paul II dated
January, 2003
Preface
If you are baptized and have the H-ly Sp-rit, you can ask the Alm-ghty
who the greatest man he ever knew was, and he will tell you my
name. The reasons I am divine are that I am a Boy Scout and am preternatural, hence
am paranormal, not paranoid. There are several more reasons for the H-ly Gh-st’s statement about me: (1) I am the greatest man J-sus ever created; (2) I am the greatest athlete pound-per-pound of all time behind J-sus and the F-ther; (3) I am the greatest writer of all time; (4) I am the fourth greatest teacher of the law of Moses in the
Cosmos; (5) I am the fourth most powerful man in the universe; (6)
I have the highest I.Q. on planet earth; (7) I am the greatest Christian
saint in the history of the world; (8) I am an archangel; (9) and I am
J-sus’ closest friend next to his F-ther and mother. J-sus testifies about
all of this by way of the H-ly Sp-rit. I am greater than all the kings and
great thinkers of human history, videlicet, greater than all the great
men of the Bible from Abraham to Moses to David to Solomon to
John the Baptist. Because I am greater than all the Popes that have ever
lived, including Saint Peter to whom the keys of the Kingdom of G-d
were given, the true apostolic succession of the Church of Chr-st rests
firmly in my hands! I sit on the Sanhedrin of G-d, that is, not that of
the nation of Israel but of the heavens, and have been sent in this day
and age to reunify the Church of Chr-st and to return the nation of
Israel to its ancient ways.
The above statements are extremely intriguing since, at the
moment, I am a bit of a flop. Great men can and do fail sometimes
for all kinds of reasons, and it is interesting that G-d always uses the
things that are not to negate the things that are. This is quite a natural
situation, of course, but a difficult one for me; He has chosen me of all
people - a flop - to make the most important theological statements of
modern times; yet the facts do tend to indicate that what the Sp-rit has
to say must be true, for I am not the average man by any stretch of the
imagination. The fact of the matter is that if the children of this world
(restricting ourselves to the kings of it) are successful, responsible,
happy, fulfilled and sane then people who are not of it have to be none
of these things on the surface.; given these facts, it can be seen plainly
herein that I am, indeed, the second greatest man in human history;
indeed, I have become Vishnu – the destroyer of worlds......
Book Excerpt Two
Manhattan was wonderful - a vibrant, delicious, scintillating,
tantalizing, mesmerizing, electrifying, stupefying spectacular of sights,
sounds, faces and places; truly, it is the best place to stroll through in
the summertime. Perhaps I would run into a luscious beauty whose
spirit would unite with mine in an invisible or maybe not so invisible
pas de deux; the Puerto Rican girls in Washington Square park were
terrific dancers and they’d be there with their boyfriends, gyrating and
gesticulating, prancing, spinning, twisting, whirring, and whooshing
about the square to undulating, euphonious Afro-Latin songs; suddenly,
life was a dance, and summers in the city could fill one’s soul with the
rhythms of Puente, Colon, Anthony, Martin, and Santana, and, for
a moment - one precious, glistening, iridescent, fleeting slice of time
- there was love and peace in the city as if in a dream. After a time, I
started feeling very strange on these walks, as if I were being followed;
everywhere, it seemed to me, gay men were stalking my heels; this
became quite disturbing; New York City has a large gay population,
and it isn’t inconceivable to me that some sort of network had been
constructed to embrace someone who looked like he might make a
new member as I spend a lot of my time alone, unfortunately. Men
who spend most of their time alone as I do are suspect around here.
One might well suspect I was just paranoid. I thought so too for
a while until an incident early in the summer of 1986. I was on my
way home by train from Manhattan, having walked around a bit, girl
watching as was my custom. I again got one of those queer feelings that
someone was watching me. I didn’t know it then, but now understand
that I was exhibiting a type of clairvoyance, almost like Spiderman’s
“spider-sense.” Instead of getting off the train as usual, I decided to step
off a stop early and walk the extra distance. Instead, however, I quickly
jumped back on, the doors closing abruptly behind me. Peering out
the window of the now slowly advancing subway car, I noticed a tall,
white man, with curly, brown hair and a slim build become unnerved
when he looked back and didn’t find me on his heels. My reaction
was to swiftly pat myself on the back and say, “I knew I wasn’t crazy.”
I was being’ monitored. I didn’t get very worried about this or other
strange occurrences, despite their novelty. These early days of the Sprit’s
stirrings in my life did, eventually, have me delving into the Bible
more and more often. Sometimes I would greet whole chapters, other
times just a passage or two. I had acquired the idea from William,
several weeks before, of opening my Bible and reading whatever words
of J-sus, my eyes would fall upon. After doing so, I would try to take a
course of action reasonably consistent with the “request” or idea I’d cull
from the passage. This practice was, I now realize, the beginning of my
dementia. If you ever try such a thing, you will quickly find yourself
thoroughly confused. More importantly, read the whole Gospel and
do what it says. After several months reading piece-meal, I would wind
up being thoroughly confused. It became increasingly difficult to read
anything, even street signs and newspapers, because the simplest ideas
could get blown totally out of proportion. I began to recognize, early
on, the dangerous, self-delusional, psychology that might take root
instead of the wholesome, sweet, milk of the Sp-rit referred to by the
apostle Paul in his writings.
Cole, in the months before the onset of this dementia, had taken
to fasting: one meal per day with a little water in between. I hadn’t
noticed then, but I, especially after my birthday, had started doing
the same. Not only had I stopped eating, due to a unnatural loss of
appetite, I found it absolutely impossible to sleep at night and might
have averaged a mere two to three hours of sleep per night during all
the month of June in 1986. Instead of sleeping, I would walk through
the streets of my Long Island City neighborhood. Strange men, some
with foreign speech, would scowl at me disdainfully, as if they knew
everything about me and what I was doing there, pacing listlessly into
the night. As I walked I would find, on the ground in front of me,
the word KILL, written in blood, with a dead pigeon lying there next
to it. I could not accept what the vision was asking me to do. The
command was definitely directed at me. Who I was to kill or what I
did not know. I know better than to kill anyone. Given what eventually
happened to me, the message may have been about me. Every day
made me more apprehensive. Somehow, I had gotten the idea that the
Rapture I learned about in college had already taken place, and that I
had been left behind......
tantalizing, mesmerizing, electrifying, stupefying spectacular of sights,
sounds, faces and places; truly, it is the best place to stroll through in
the summertime. Perhaps I would run into a luscious beauty whose
spirit would unite with mine in an invisible or maybe not so invisible
pas de deux; the Puerto Rican girls in Washington Square park were
terrific dancers and they’d be there with their boyfriends, gyrating and
gesticulating, prancing, spinning, twisting, whirring, and whooshing
about the square to undulating, euphonious Afro-Latin songs; suddenly,
life was a dance, and summers in the city could fill one’s soul with the
rhythms of Puente, Colon, Anthony, Martin, and Santana, and, for
a moment - one precious, glistening, iridescent, fleeting slice of time
- there was love and peace in the city as if in a dream. After a time, I
started feeling very strange on these walks, as if I were being followed;
everywhere, it seemed to me, gay men were stalking my heels; this
became quite disturbing; New York City has a large gay population,
and it isn’t inconceivable to me that some sort of network had been
constructed to embrace someone who looked like he might make a
new member as I spend a lot of my time alone, unfortunately. Men
who spend most of their time alone as I do are suspect around here.
One might well suspect I was just paranoid. I thought so too for
a while until an incident early in the summer of 1986. I was on my
way home by train from Manhattan, having walked around a bit, girl
watching as was my custom. I again got one of those queer feelings that
someone was watching me. I didn’t know it then, but now understand
that I was exhibiting a type of clairvoyance, almost like Spiderman’s
“spider-sense.” Instead of getting off the train as usual, I decided to step
off a stop early and walk the extra distance. Instead, however, I quickly
jumped back on, the doors closing abruptly behind me. Peering out
the window of the now slowly advancing subway car, I noticed a tall,
white man, with curly, brown hair and a slim build become unnerved
when he looked back and didn’t find me on his heels. My reaction
was to swiftly pat myself on the back and say, “I knew I wasn’t crazy.”
I was being’ monitored. I didn’t get very worried about this or other
strange occurrences, despite their novelty. These early days of the Sprit’s
stirrings in my life did, eventually, have me delving into the Bible
more and more often. Sometimes I would greet whole chapters, other
times just a passage or two. I had acquired the idea from William,
several weeks before, of opening my Bible and reading whatever words
of J-sus, my eyes would fall upon. After doing so, I would try to take a
course of action reasonably consistent with the “request” or idea I’d cull
from the passage. This practice was, I now realize, the beginning of my
dementia. If you ever try such a thing, you will quickly find yourself
thoroughly confused. More importantly, read the whole Gospel and
do what it says. After several months reading piece-meal, I would wind
up being thoroughly confused. It became increasingly difficult to read
anything, even street signs and newspapers, because the simplest ideas
could get blown totally out of proportion. I began to recognize, early
on, the dangerous, self-delusional, psychology that might take root
instead of the wholesome, sweet, milk of the Sp-rit referred to by the
apostle Paul in his writings.
Cole, in the months before the onset of this dementia, had taken
to fasting: one meal per day with a little water in between. I hadn’t
noticed then, but I, especially after my birthday, had started doing
the same. Not only had I stopped eating, due to a unnatural loss of
appetite, I found it absolutely impossible to sleep at night and might
have averaged a mere two to three hours of sleep per night during all
the month of June in 1986. Instead of sleeping, I would walk through
the streets of my Long Island City neighborhood. Strange men, some
with foreign speech, would scowl at me disdainfully, as if they knew
everything about me and what I was doing there, pacing listlessly into
the night. As I walked I would find, on the ground in front of me,
the word KILL, written in blood, with a dead pigeon lying there next
to it. I could not accept what the vision was asking me to do. The
command was definitely directed at me. Who I was to kill or what I
did not know. I know better than to kill anyone. Given what eventually
happened to me, the message may have been about me. Every day
made me more apprehensive. Somehow, I had gotten the idea that the
Rapture I learned about in college had already taken place, and that I
had been left behind......
Book Excerpt Three.
Saint Thomas the Divine on Obedience to
Parents and Godly Christian Authority
Back in 1992, WABC’S World News Tonight reported on how some
people got together in Portugal to rebuild exact replicas of the Nina,
the Pinta, and the Santa Maria in celebration of the 500th anniversary
of the founding of the Americas. They showed pictures of the finished
ships sailing majestically across a vast expanse of peaceful, pristine
ocean, above it an endless dome of cloudless sky out of which shone
the bright sun whose pure light danced off of tiny waves surrounding
the boats as they glided onward toward a limitless and distant horizon,
silent and dreamlike over the sea.
The above tableau was positively abysmal and filled me with
absolute awe; it filled me with one of the most overwhelming senses
of peace I have ever felt. I said to myself after seeing this: Thank God
there are still some people on earth that have the good sense to obey
the rules. Imagine, that after five hundred years, the very descendants
of the original builders of those vessels were able to do the exact same
thing. The ships certainly weren’t anything special from a technological
point of view of course; even the how of the replication isn’t really
important; it’s the fact that men were able to do it after all this time
that was awe inspiring - the stark contrast between the past and the present and how man has progressed. It’s something that revealed to me part of the
difference between the madness of folly and the sublime genius and
common sense of tradition, even of Jewish Tradition - tradition that preserves knowledge instead of destroying it and that allows skills to be passed down from fathers to sons even over thousands of years.
The trouble is that some traditions just don’t work; you have to
be sure to establish just the right ones if you want to have a fantastic
progression as opposed to entropy and anomie – a general breaking
down instead of building up of things. It is not good to attack kings because God Himself is higher than all. To attack kings is to attack God. Yet, this too is tradition to some. These days many people forsake
obedience to parents, especially in America, and many have the arrant
nerve to challenge well-established order and authority in general. Most
people are looking to get rich and do not honor folk that don’t have
much. But, I submit to you, that if the above observation makes sense
to you, beware of choosing your own ways over that of godly, well-established,
Christian authority understanding that such authority is always Jewish in all the ancient ways; the little you might gain by doing so will not compare favorably with what you lose; remember Saint Peter and to establish right tradition.....
Parents and Godly Christian Authority
Back in 1992, WABC’S World News Tonight reported on how some
people got together in Portugal to rebuild exact replicas of the Nina,
the Pinta, and the Santa Maria in celebration of the 500th anniversary
of the founding of the Americas. They showed pictures of the finished
ships sailing majestically across a vast expanse of peaceful, pristine
ocean, above it an endless dome of cloudless sky out of which shone
the bright sun whose pure light danced off of tiny waves surrounding
the boats as they glided onward toward a limitless and distant horizon,
silent and dreamlike over the sea.
The above tableau was positively abysmal and filled me with
absolute awe; it filled me with one of the most overwhelming senses
of peace I have ever felt. I said to myself after seeing this: Thank God
there are still some people on earth that have the good sense to obey
the rules. Imagine, that after five hundred years, the very descendants
of the original builders of those vessels were able to do the exact same
thing. The ships certainly weren’t anything special from a technological
point of view of course; even the how of the replication isn’t really
important; it’s the fact that men were able to do it after all this time
that was awe inspiring - the stark contrast between the past and the present and how man has progressed. It’s something that revealed to me part of the
difference between the madness of folly and the sublime genius and
common sense of tradition, even of Jewish Tradition - tradition that preserves knowledge instead of destroying it and that allows skills to be passed down from fathers to sons even over thousands of years.
The trouble is that some traditions just don’t work; you have to
be sure to establish just the right ones if you want to have a fantastic
progression as opposed to entropy and anomie – a general breaking
down instead of building up of things. It is not good to attack kings because God Himself is higher than all. To attack kings is to attack God. Yet, this too is tradition to some. These days many people forsake
obedience to parents, especially in America, and many have the arrant
nerve to challenge well-established order and authority in general. Most
people are looking to get rich and do not honor folk that don’t have
much. But, I submit to you, that if the above observation makes sense
to you, beware of choosing your own ways over that of godly, well-established,
Christian authority understanding that such authority is always Jewish in all the ancient ways; the little you might gain by doing so will not compare favorably with what you lose; remember Saint Peter and to establish right tradition.....
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