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TUE
FINAL WARNING DAY

Today Josh and I parted ways - at least for seven days. He -either intentionally or unintentionally, but I believe unintentionally, still, he did it - came in from outside and a cloud of weed smoke blew in my face. I fled his flat and said - 7 Days. I had warned him that today, March 17, 2026 was the final day God gave us to renounce the Marks of the Beast - bad medicine, REAL ID and digital IDs - publicly and publicly declare Jesus Christ as Lord, and tried showing him a prophetic video proving it, but he refused to watch. So I came home and watched and warned Star Wars Santa and his followers and warned my Dad and Sister, (I did that - Dad and Sister - at Joshes, I mean, Star Wars Santa and his followers at home) and began watching a NDE Documentary. Earlier I started watching a Return of the Jedi Epilogue Fanfilm that's very well made. Josh chose to watch magnet fishing and exploring an abandoned Asylum mainly for mentally ill females, instead, before I fled his place and said - 7 Days, began to read A Voice of Warning again, and Shakespeare: King Lear, and make and eat Shells and tuna and mayonnaise.