Into the Mountain by the hughman1

Into the Mountain Flag this entry as inappropriate  the voice of one crying in the wilderness You shall have a song As in a night when a holy festival is kept. And gladness of heart as when one goes  with a flute, To come into the  mountain of the LORD, To the Mighty One of  Israel. Isaiah 30:29 “For on My holy mountain, on the mountain height of Israel,” says the LORD  GOD, “there all the house of Israel, all the  of them in the land,  shall serve Me; there  I will accept them, and there I will  require your offerings  and the firstfruits of  your sacrifices,  together with all your  holy things. Ezekial  20:40 Now it shall come to  pass in the latter  days That the mountain of the LORD’s house Shall be established on the top of the  mountains, And shall be exalted above the hills: And all nations shall flow to it. Many people shall  come and say, “Come and let us go  to the mountain of the LORD, To the house of the  GOD of Jacob; He will teach us His ways, And we shall walk in His paths.” For out of Zion shall  go forth the law, And the word of the LORD from Jerusalem. Isaiah 2:2,3 And seeing the  multitudes, He went  up into the mountain,  and when He was  seated His disciples  came to Him. Then He opened His  mouth and taught  them… Matthew 5:1,2 Into the Mountain By Hugh K. Lipsius There was a time long ago when I thought I knew what love was; when I thought I knew how to love; when I thought what I was giving WAS…love. Yet, I was sorely mistaken. It was not love at all. At least not the love I know today. Rather, it was a vain attempt at love, a self seeking love that needed to know it was received in order to return in kind, or it was unwilling to present itself. It gave only so that it could take for itself.  In the past I searched for objects of my affections, things outside of myself, a seeking and a quest that spanned many years of my life, only to end in frustration time and times and a half time again for what seemed to be an elusive creation. All too often it left me barren, dry, and unfulfilled. It was a search that left me questioning my own ability to love. However, it left alone my capacity and desire for it as though it wanted to be found…but on its own terms. Why then did it seem that all my efforts failed? Each time it left me hurt and hurting those whom I attempted to love. Each attempt produced an excitement that would bring me to a pinnacle of loneliness before I fell, crashing to the ground once again in disappointment, fear, shame, and despair. Yet, once this took place, a yearning to search again would return and my quest would begin anew. But why? Why was I always left standing alone atop that mountain peak, and in each end preferring almost to jump off rather than remain; preferring to die rather than stand alone in the heights? I had done this over and over again, never fully understanding why, yet never losing the yearning to try again until I learned what I was after…that is, until I felt I no longer had the strength to climb that mountain again…and yet, I did.  I climbed it anyway; despite my fears, despite my misapprehensions, intent on proving to others that my love for them was all that mattered to me…and all that should matter to them. This time though, as I dug and clawed and worked my way up the side of that mountain, destined for the top, I began to really question my ability to succeed, or even why I was attempting it again in the first place. I knew I could never climb high enough, and if I got to the top, I knew I wouldn’t be able to see a thing because the clouds would obscure my vision. This time as I climbed, I could hear the voices of those I left below, calling me, pleading with me to come down. They assured me that they loved me, yet in my stubbornness I continued to climb still higher.  I thought, “This is my mountain. I will conquer it. Only I can sit at its top. It wasn’t their love down there that mattered. I would never be worthy of it unless I succeeded to the top. I had to sit on top of this mountain in order that all could see what I was willing to do to EARN their love. This way I could look down on them from the heights; to be far away from their love… because unless I made this climb, I would never be worthy to receive it, and so, to me, once again their love would be worthless.” For some reason, the mountain seemed so much higher this time, the obstacles so much greater. Yet, as the voices down below reached my ears with their words, “But WE love YOU,” it only served to spur me on with a greater effort to climb still higher, putting distance between my love and theirs, until finally their voices grew silent. Once again I was left with my head in the clouds, apart from all that was dear. I could no longer hear the pleas to come down, or even see the faces that made them. And then, as in my past quests, once the voices grew silent and the faces could no longer be seen, that same loneliness began to creep in. With its icy fingers that curled around my heart it made death preferable over staying atop this mountain. I was in a place where I could not even judge distance correctly. I could not perceive the miles between one peak and the next. I was so far up in the clouds that at any given moment, I was standing at a shear drop off, unawares of my danger. I could SEE nothing from up here. Then, why…why was I even here again…what made me come to this place one last time? I felt as though I was standing between two eternities…past and future…heaven and hell…life and death. When I reached the top this time, I just laid there for awhile, exhausted from the climb. A tiredness had come over me…one that I had never felt before…an emptiness I had never known. I wanted to cry. For the first time in years of seeking I wanted to shed so many tears from my heart. I wanted to purge myself of all the rage and frustration… the yearning… the disappointment… the sorrow and the fear. It was as though the whole mountain began to shake beneath me. My body was still trembling from the sheer effort of the climb. It was a climb that wore me out…that left me weak…that left me spent from all the effort. All of this served to make me forget why I even attempted to make the climb in the first place. What had I gained? What was I looking for? Why was I here? Where were the ones I climbed this mountain for in the first place? Why was I so alone on this mountain peak? Again? What did I need to learn? As anger rose up inside me; that old familiar frustration that began to bubble and boil and ferment inside of me until it exploded into a primal, guttural, desperate scream… “See how much I love you,” I shouted from the heights. “But what…what, I say, have you ever done for me?” I shouted these same words over and over again for hours until I could no longer speak…but there was no one around to hear them. The empty expanse just seemed to absorb all that I had left to give, absorbing the words until they trailed off into little more than a whimper… ”See… how… much… I… love… you.” … no response…only empty silence. For a long time I just lay there, exhausted atop this great mountain peak, looking out across the great, empty darkness yet seeing nothing, small and more alone than I’d ever been before. For the longest time I just laid there in exhaustion before I began to perceive something terrible. Faces swirled about; faces of all those who I convinced myself that I loved, whirling and spinning round and about. I tried to ignore them, but it was from their midst that I could hear the voices of them, a mixture of accusations mixed with tones of pleas and cries. “See how much we loved you,” they moaned. “Can’t you see what you rejected? You were all that mattered to us. But you thought your love was all that mattered. You thought you could love, but you wouldn’t accept the love we had to give to you. You pretended as if ours never counted for anything,as if it didn’t fit your way. And now, there you lay, atop your heap of ravaged souls, all pitiful and filthy on your mountain of pride… and we’re supposed to care…and we do, but you still refuse to.” “What then…was our love to you not good enough for you? Or do you know something that we don’t…that you’re not good enough for our love? We never thought that way. We tried always to love you, but for some reason you refused what we tried to give. So, what makes you think that your love towards us is any better than what we try to offer? What makes you think yours is so grand? If you think it’s so great, then you can just keep it for yourself. We need someone to give our love to and obviously, you’re not it. You don’t want ours…you only want to feel like you’re giving yours. It’s not that great anyway…God’s is more…we’ve been hurt over and over by yours and that’s not what real, true love ever does…it never hurts. So you can just keep what you have and are trying to give, because you wanted the mountain more than you wanted us. You thought you had something to prove but in the end you made us worthless to what that was. Come down off of your mountain. It only separates you from all that really should matter.” “What does really matter?” What does really matter? That question rolled through my mind like thunder as I saw the swirling mass of faces spinning in my heart, in my mind, above me now in all that ever mattered. If I could only… The mountain I stood atop suddenly began to quake. It swirled and shook and a great voice from a whirlwind overhead said, “Get down out of this mountain, son of man, and daughter of iniquity.” In fear and trembling I began to make my way down from that mountain peak… running, stumbling, falling head long towards disaster as this mountain trembled with anticipation. I tried desperately this time to keep my feet under me, but to no avail. Losing my foundation, I tumbled and bounced, slid and rolled, scraped and grinded until eventually I found myself at the bottom of this heap of ruin with the ravaged souls from all that I’d ever attempted in the past. For a moment all was still and I just lay there, silent. No sound could reach my ears. No thought could expose itself to my heart. I just lay there for days, unable to move long enough to nourish myself. And yet, strength found its way back to me as I finally staggered on feeble knees and stood once again, covered in filth and dirt, parched to the drying and dieing of my soul. The very bones in my body seemed to ache and groan within. Now at the bottom of the mountain, I fully expected to see those for whom I thought I climbed this mountain for waiting with open arms to greet me, to help me, to hold me up again. I fully expected there to be someone there to give me a drink in order that I might wet my parched lips, moisten my dry heart, to say that they were glad to see me and that they still loved me. A love that I was now so desperate to receive. But I found no one.  Not a soul to comfort me or for me to tell me of my foolishness for ever having climbed the mountain in the first place. No one to share my relief for being down in the valley where I belonged. No one… …only myself and just as much alone as I was at the top of the mountain. The only ones present were me…and the mountain. And the mountain refused to yielld. A mountain that had consumed all of my strength in my many efforts to conquer its peaks. A mountain that had always left me without anyone as I stood at its base looking up, alone at the bottom. The objects of my affection had all left and without them, the mountain had lost its purpose. It was no longer worth conquering, defeating, climbing, subduing. No longer did I desire to have dominion over it, to sit on its peak as though it were a kingly throne to lord from. It had lost its purpose and had become something I loathed but still respected for the change that had come over me. As I stood alone at its base, all I wanted to do was curse this mountain, but I knew somehow that it was not to blame. I knew that I had only myself to blame for the many failed attempts to conquer it. So rather than curse its heights, I fell down on my knees before it, and with great tears in my eyes, I looked up beyond its peak, into the wide expanse of clouds that surrounded it and I prayed.  “God, look down upon me and see what foolishness I’ve become.” Again the mountain shook. With judgement and great witness belching from its top, a voice from within beckoned me to enter the mountain… a command I was too frightened to obey; a command I trembled from, and in an attempt to escape it I turned and tried to run. But there was no escape, as though my feet were mired in clay. As though I were bound in shackles. The arms of two strong angles lifted me up and carried me into the mouth of a cave at the base of this place, and there they left me in a cage. I was there for what seemed an eternity, not really seeing anything but hearing many sounds. Clanking doors, echoing footsteps, and a multitude of voices reverberating through the corridors and distant chambers. I heard also, a moaning, and at first I couldn’t tell where it came from until I realized it came from within my own heart. Eventually my eyes began to adjust to the darkness. I saw the faces of others like me; faces that were sullen, even contorted from the agony they felt. Taskmasters herded us from chamber to chamber, gradually separating us inside this mountain at its base until each was alone in his space. Physically I could feel nothing, only lonely, hopeless despair, and an agony so sharp it was as though I had been thrust through with a sword. I didn’t know whether it was day or night, nor even did I care. I shrank from the thoughts before me as my body seemed to separate itself from my soul. The darkness of despair seemed to fill my world and I became invisible to the vacant look of those all around me, as they too became invisible to me. Only their presence was felt and the agony we shared. After a time, men would come, and one by one remove these ravaged souls to somewhere. I could not determine where, but I was soon to find out as it was my turn for them to come for me. Not knowing where we were going, I drifted silently between two men, one before me, and one behind me as we wound our way still further into the bowls of the mountain. Still bound in chains, we traveled through many corridors that echoed every sound. Eventually, these men handed me over to a gate keeper who opened a gate and told me to step inside, which I did. No sooner had I done this, when the gate crashed shut behind me, locking me in with a sound that reverberated through the corridors for quite some time. A sound it seemed that never really came to its end, but rather kept repeating like a broken record skipping over its grooves and fading off in the distance. A sharp sound of finality that continued to play in my memory long after it had finally ceased.  For days it was all that my mind could hear, all it could focus on, all that broke the silence within me. Eventually though, other thoughts began to slowly creep in, replacing the noise of the gate crashing shut. My disembodied soul just lay there next to the flesh that had been striped from around it. It rose over my flesh, looking down upon it, waiting for it to stir, to show some signs of life. of emotion. But instead, my body just laid there motionless, starring out through the vacant eyes of death; flesh that at one time served me…or that I served. I don’t know which. But know, there I was, motionless, lifeless, dead…a far strch from the vigorous being who climbed the mountain. And here I was, a soul caged beside it, my only companion. It gave me no comfort. It could do little for me now. And so with great tears of sorrow, I wept.  Rivers of tears did I weep. My soul mourned over my flesh and for the love it would never know. I pitied it for all I had done, or had not done. I pitied it for all I had put it through in not bringing it into submission to what I longed for the most… which was to receive what I thought was mine only to give. To rejoice in acknowledgement for what others desired to share. To allow its gratitude to be expressed towards another. To gain the love I so desired to give. Wait a minute…wasn’t that me lying there? What about the love I’d never know? Wasn’t it my love that was all that mattered as though I had ownership… to give as I saw fit? But now my flesh lay there dead, never having received what I had tried so valiantly to give, pushing away instead every effort by anyone who attempted to give to me something I was too unworthy to receive. But then, how could I give something that I never knew because I refused to receive it. How could I give what I never possessed to give in the first place? What was I trying to give, really? What was I trying to do? What were all those wasted efforts? What was I really trying to look for?  How would I recognize it once I found it? What good would it do me now? The questions began to spin through my soul with a tremendous force. Faster and faster they whirled while a sense of chaos and confusion, condemnation and dread seemed to consume me. Loneliness, despair, desperation, fear, anger, guilt, remorse, sorrow, agony,; all gripped me in an ever tightening swirl that threatened to carry me away for good, shatter me into a million pieces, and scatter me to the furthest reaches and outer darkness of the universe… a giant pit that seemed to open before me, ready to swallow me up forever. The faces of everyone I knew shinned bright and I saw both bitter tears and mocking laughter. Time stood still. As I looked through the whirling mass of thoughts and emotions, memories and faces, I could see my body still laying there, trying to stir. Its parched lips began to move and a hand reached up in final strength. Words began to form, barely audible at first but that finally escaped my throat. I saw tears rolling from my eyes, still shut as if in fervent prayer, “Jesus, please, help me,” came the plea at last. In the suddenness of that very moment, the raging swirl that surrounded my soul immediately ceased, and I sensed the presence of a quiet calm, a peace such as I’ve never known nor could ever explain…a confidence in something other than myself.  Considering for a moment the torrent that preceded this moment, this calm, this peace, my attention was drawn to it immediately as if in total submission. Awestruck and in fear, all I could do was to hear. Like a gentle breeze floating in as a dream, I heard a soft and gentle voice tell me, “It’s time to sleep now.” Though the words I heard were like sweetest music, bringing comfort to my soul, I feared not to obey them, and so, I laid my weary soul down next to the dead flesh of the man I once was and slept. It was a heavenly sleep, soulful, giving me much rest that new no anxious dreams, no haunting memories of days gone by, no fearful thoughts of what lay ahead. Only sleep. No voices to condemn an already burdened heart like a burning lake of fire. Just sweet and blissful sleep. Salvation come. Peace on earth. Good will towards men. Immanuel. Chapter Two I’m not sure how long I slept: a day, two, maybe three. I don’t recall. I have no memory of this time at all; only that I slept. Upon waking from this brief rest, I felt fully refreshed and whole, in body, mind spirit, heart, and soul, as though made into something brand new. It was a time of refreshing, a time for renewing strength. It was the seventh day. And yet, I felt that I was at a crossroad in life, still toeing a line between two eternities, the past and the future, heaven and hell. I sat there for a long moment on the edge of my steel hard bed, still in my cage. My arms were wrapped around my bosom as if in an embrace myself. Doubled over, I just rocked back and forth, cherishing the warmth within me. Now, I had been well rested in the past. I would normally have bound to my feet, invigorated, ready to meet whatever challenge the day had in store. But this morning was different. I preferred instead to simply enjoy the moment, determined not to lose it. I felt a peace and a calm reassurance such as I’ve never known. A sense of awe and a feeling that I would never be alone again, no matter what lay ahead. Something that ended my search, or perhaps renewed it in the right direction. It was a knowing that this is what I had been seeking after all my life and had finally found. How I was able to recognize it so assuredly, I’m not quite sure. It was beyond my reasoning, passing all understanding, but I did recognize it for that and was grateful for having finally found it…or for It having finally found me. I uttered for the first time a barely audible thank you to the God I had scarcely perceived in the past, but suddenly now I did perceive and could not help but to fully believe in. Not quite sure what lay ahead of me, I surrendered all future events into the hands of the power that was over me. Everything I worked for, everything I struggled for, everything I fought for, lived for, and in the end…everything I died for was gone. I had squandered it all away in my many vain attempts to climb a mountain that could never bring me happiness, but instead brought me only misery, loneliness, suffering, and in the end, murderous shame. Every crutch that I had ever used to build this mountain of vain hopes and dreams unfulfilled were no where to be found. I was free of them all, and in their place was something of a greater value than any vain thing ever hoped for. It was worthy of protecting as it worked to protect me. I held on to it for dear life, clinging to it with all I had… And so… I began to pray. In this cage, in the bowels of the mountain, apart from the world and in silent revere I would pray. Crudely at first and never quite able to find the right words to express what my heart knew, I began with words I remember from when I was only a child, as though I was a child again. “Our Father, who art in heaven…Now I lay me down to sleep…Yeah, though I walk through the valley…,” those were the words I prayed. And there were words that answered me, saying, “Don’t look back.” So I didn’t. It was not long before a light began to appear in my heart, as though it was a star in the heavens, shinning bright, and for the next few weeks I followed it through darkest night, focusing my eyes upon it so as not to lose the flicker of its flame. I refused to take my eyes off of it as it guided me to a little town called Bethlehem. There a Child was born in the House of Bread and this Child became that light. That day a man appeared to me. He gave me a small book which I began to read with palms open and facing upward. In the words I read another man appeared who said, “Follow Me.” So I did. Not knowing where we were going, but knowing who He was, I left all my other thoughts behind and followed Him. He asked me what it was that I was seeking and so I said, “Teacher, where are You staying?” And He said, “Come and see for yourself.” So I went to see. We entered into the deepest depths of the mountain that I had been trying to climb, and He began to show me greater things than I’d ever known. We seemed to take a circular route around a body of water. All along the way there were places that we stopped to rest. We entered houses that had many different things taking place inside them. Some of the scenes that played before me were too terrible to look upon, having pushed them far back into the mountain long ago. If not for the One whom accompanied me, I would have willingly left them there. If not for this One by my side, I’m sure I would have turned and fled from these places. Not all though, for some were good and brought gladness to my heart. But for the moment, the place we were in was one that I hoped never to visit again. “What is this place,” I asked? He explained saying, “This is the Wilderness of Sin. It lies between humbleness and desolation. In it belong your own sins that, unless you look upon them, confess them and forsake them, they will never be cast into the Sea of Forgetting.” As we traveled tent by tent through this place, the sorrow in my heart grew heavy; so heavy in fact that I thought I would collapse from its weight. There was a blackness that I could recall quite clearly, one that was not too very far away. But it was then that His strong arms folded around me, lifting me up off of my feet until I was able to continue on. The whole time we traveled He spoke words of assurance that gave me strength and courage to face the next tent. As we entered each tent, I sorrowfully confessed that I was the one to blame for the condition it was left in. He graciously forgave me, while cautioning me to never return this way again. I felt my heart grow lighter as we moved along this way, until finally I felt the burden of my sins being lifted. I looked at the face of my Companion, and for an instant it took on a grotesque pallor, a blood streaked shadow of the beauty I had beheld. There was a sudden flash, an expression of agony before it finally returned to what I had seen at the first. This made me think deeply about what we had just accomplished, and I was relieved that we seemed to be moving on. As we crested the top of a hill I was tempted to turn around to see the town we were leaving one last time, but I was cautioned against it and once again told to “never look back.” He told me that the town was gone, nothing was left except a desolate wilderness, and that the light in its place was too bright to behold. So I fixed my eyes on the sandaled feet that walked before me until we arrived at the next town, never looking back. Again, in this new town, we went from tent to tent. As I peered into one, I saw people sitting around tables, but as they turned towards me to look, their faces became hideous and ugly, unreal as though they all wore a mask. “What is this place,” I asked, “and why do all these people appear this way?” He told me to remove the mask from the first person I touched, and so I did. To my amazement I knew the face behind the mask. “I know this person,” I said. “She was very dear to my heart but did things that made me angry, filling me with ferocious pride. I made her a promise one day, but was not able to keep it. It broke my heart.” I didn’t understand. I looked questioningly at the One by my side, the One whom I followed, and then back at the face that I’d unmasked. “What happened,” I asked? He explained, “This town is called Mara, and it’s very ancient. Those masks you see are masks of shame for debts you failed to forgive. Except you forgive them now, they are destined to wear those masks forever, and you’ll never know the warmth of their smiles behind the masks that you’ve painted on them and what you’ve made them to be. It’s this town that supports the one we just left behind, and unless it is changed, the brook of bitterness and anger will once again water the Wilderness of Sin, quenching the flame so that truth will no longer shine there. I took each face gently in my hands. Removing the mask, I wiped away tears and I apologized profusely for what I failed to do long ago, forgiving each one that we might make amends. As their smiles appeared, I saw each face in a new light, appreciating them for the good I could now see. A good that destroyed all the ugliness. It was a power I never knew that I possessed and was grateful to have discovered it. We went from tent to tent repeating the same thing over and over until all were visited, spending longer at some as it seemed necessary. As we moved along this way, my heart, my soul lifted, becoming lighter every step of the Way. A flicker of joy grew to a wonderful flame as each face changed into laughter, something so beautiful. I was glad to behold them all. Each one explained to me their own tribulations and I also saw the sacrifices and ministries each performed. We became kindred spirits once again and my boundaries seemed to expand graciously. As we left this place, I waved them all goodbye, promising to carry them in my heart always. Though I was sad to leave this place behind, I became almost anxious to get to the next town, and so our journey progressed. As we walked along the Way, the One whom I followed continued to speak, telling me many things for my learning. His voice and mannerisms were always kind and gentle, yet what He spoke was with conviction and authority. As much as I desired to, I was almost sure that I’d never be able to remember everything that He said. My mind, my heart seemed already filled to overflowing. New thoughts and ideas sprang up within me. His patience with me was unwavering. If I stopped walking for a time to ponder something He said, He would stop also, and wait, never rushing the moment, but waiting for me to discover the answer. At times I’m sure that I even tried to run ahead, but then He would stop, waiting for me to realize it and return to where He stood. Once again, I would take my place beside Him and we would continue on. As we walked along, His voice became more soothing, more familiar in its content as though speaking to me from across the years. I seemed to drift along, eyes fixed downward on the road before me, listening intently to all that He said, not wanting to miss a word as the road wound round and round. During these times when my mind seemed so filled, I drifted all over the road, from side to side, almost staggering along. The One whom I followed seemed to know when it was time to rest and so we would stop along the side of the road and just sit down in the cool grass to be silent for a time. It was at these times that I felt a closeness and loyalty to Him like never before as our friendship grew. During these rest stops I felt free to speak openly to Him about things I never felt comfortable talking to anyone else about: my deepest regrets, open emotions, fondest dreams, most painful hurts, all of which He heard with unbroken attention and earnest understanding. He never judged me and so, there was nothing that I felt too uncomfortable to speak about, including the things that made me most angry. I told Him of the loved ones I left behind and my concerns for them. I told Him of my worries for tomorrow. He never once interrupted me. He simply nodded His head in understanding. His worn face showed His concern. His eyes saddened with sorrow. By this I knew He understood, never once condemning me for my failures. He simply listened to every word I spoke. It was a relief to me to finally have such a wonderful friend that I could tell all these things to. I was grateful to be by His side. I was thankful for these moments of rest and at times I would simply lay my head in His bosom and sleep, and in my dreams I would hear Him pray… … “And now, O Father, glorify Me together with Yourself, with the glory which I had with Yourself, with the glory which I had with You before the world was. I have manifested Your name to the man whom You have given Me out of the world. He was Yours. You gave him to Me and He has kept Your word. Now he has known that all things which You have given Me are from You. For I have given him the words which You have given to Me; and he has received them, and has known surely that I come forth from You; and He has believed that You sent Me. I pray for Him. I do not pray for the world but for him whom You have given Me, for He is Yours. And all Mine are Yours, and Yours are Mine, and I am glorified in them. Now I am no longer in the world, but these are in the world, and I come to You, Holy Father; keep through Your name him whom You have given Me, that he may be one as We are. While I was with him in the world, I kept him in Your name. Him whom You gave Me I have kept; and none is lost except the son of perdition, that the scriptures might be fulfilled. But now I come to You and these things I speak in the world that he may have My joy fulfilled in himself. I have given him Your word; and the world has hated him because he is not of the world, just as I am not of the world. I do not pray that You should take him out of the world, but that You should keep him from the evil one. He is not of the world just as I am not of the world. Sanctify him by Your truth. Your word is truth. As You sent Me into the world, I also have sent him into the world And for his sake I sanctify Myself, that he also may be sanctified by the truth. I do not pray for him alone, but also for those who will believe in Me through his testimony. That they all may be as one, as You, Father, are in Me, and I in You, that he also may be one in Us, that the world may believe You sent Me. And the glory which You gave Me, I have given them, that they may be one just as We are one. I in them, and You in Me; that they may be made perfect in one, and that the world may know that You sent Me, and that You have loved them as You have loved Me. Father, I desire that this one whom You gave Me where I am, that he may behold My glory which You have given Me; for You loved Me before the foundation of the world. O righteous Father! The world has not known You, but I have known You; and these have known that You sent Me. And I have declared to them Your name, and will declare it, that the love which You have loved Me may be in them, and I in them”… …As the words drifted through my mind to the very core of my heart, I felt a closer connection to this One who cradled my soul in His bosom; closer than I had ever felt to anyone before, wishing I could rest there forever. It was not long before I was awakened. “Come, we must be going,” He said. I stood on my feet and we continued along the road we were on. My heart felt light and roomy as though emptied from past burdens and ready to receive something new; and yet at its core was the warmth and tenderness of something I’d never known. It was strong and sure, almighty, radiating in all directions, flooding me with thoughts of what I felt I had been searching for all my life. It was life, and the way to live it in peace and truth, kindness and grace, goodness, mercy and patient suffering. Immanuel. It was a new kind of love that I seemed unable to comprehend in its fullness. I knew it inwardly and felt it radiance generating outwardly. There seemed too as if a small part that I was familiar with still existed, a part that whispered to me that there was still something lacking, something that I needed to do. But I wasn’t sure what or even how to do it. Unsure how to go out from it, and back in again, I simply did all I could to allow it to abide with me. As we walked along the road, Jesus must have read my heart. He must have seen the perplexity on my face. He stopped in the middle of the road, and turning towards me he asked, “Why do you reason these things in your mind. If you have faith as a mustard seed, you will be able to say to this mountain, ‘be thou removed and cast into the sea,’ and it shall be removed from before thee.” At the time I wasn’t sure what He meant, but rather than question Him, I just had faith that one day I would know. We continued walking and talking together for days, and months, and years, resting here, praying there and sometimes simply waiting and watching. All throughout this time He never left my side. Even during the times of my deepest pondering when I was unaware of His presence He just stayed silently beside me. There came a time along our journey when my thoughts returned to the mountain itself. Could we still be inside? If so, it was huge, seeming to go on forever. But we must be. Except for the light that radiated from Christ, everything else around me seemed quite dim.; a sort of twilight that was neither day nor night but more like dawn or dusk, as though time stood still, or didn’t exist at all and knew no boundaries. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but my vision seemed poor apart from His light, and if not for Jesus, I would have surely gotten lost in the surrounding shadows. In my fear, I remained close by His side. As I looked up, the darkness only intensified; to the left or the right I was only able to make out vague images. These were only shapes and forms of something I could not comprehend apart from the brightness of the light that surrounded Him. There was only the road that I stood on and the light of the Truth to guide my way. And even this was too bright to behold in its fullness. I stayed my eyes on the sandaled feet under which was a sapphire stone path beneath them; the foundation to the walls of a great city and like the very heavens in its clarity. On this road His footprints engraved an account of a life. Chapter Three After much travel over many hills and plains and dark valleys, we came to a great city, a strange city that was ablaze with artificial light emulating in all directions, mocking the surroundings in a pale and shadow cast everywhere in a surreal type of way. It was not the pure brightness that went before me. When we finally entered into the city, I was startled by the spectacle before me. Chaos, noise and confusion where everywhere. There was a multitude of people, all talking at once and yet no one was agreeing or listening to anyone. They all seemed to rush about and jostle each other in a most hurried and frantic way. Activity never ceased and there was building and constructing all around. Everyone’s nature was of a varying and differing sort, and yet because of this, they all seemed to be the same. The clamor and babble was deafening, everyone shouting to be heard, to be seen, to be recognized in their speech. As Jesus turned to speak to me, I had to strain my ears in order to hear what He was saying. “What is this place,” I asked. “It is the New City, the Great Babylon. Be careful here,” He answered, “stay very close.” As we walked through this place of confusion, I struggled desperately to hold the peace within me; I had to stay close to Christ, clinging to His garment. I took note of the people all around. In all their diversity, there were certain things that caused them to resemble one another. It was not outwardly apparent as in their ways of dress, for in this there was an abundance of diversity as though each was making a statement of individuality. No, this sameness was more subtle. It was in their eyes, their facial expression, the words they spoke, and the works of their hands. I saw several people in fine apparel gathered around something or someone lying in the gutter. Through the forest of their legs I was able to see a shoeless foot. It was a woman, lying in the street, unconscious from strong drink, beaten down by the world and robbed of all dignity. No one crowding around dared to touch her. Instead they wagged their fingers, and shaking their heads they called her a sinner. I watched as Jesus walked through their midst, unnoticed by the crowd; and stooping down, he whispered something in the woman’s ear. He then took the woman in His arms and lifted her up. He carried her to a place of worship, where He ministered to this woman’s needs for a time. Charging the master of the house to care for her until He could return for her, he gave the innkeeper money to do whatever was necessary to look after this woman, promising to repay their kindness to her upon His return. As I looked away, I saw a woman, lavishly dressed. She clicked along in high heeled shoes with her nose in the air and a fine, fancy hairdo on her head. Her mannerisms were calculated and precise, but it was the scowl on her face that stood out from all this show. She walked along wagging her finger at passerbies while scolding a forlorn looking husband who followed behind her, loaded down with merchandise, his eyes void of life. Jesus explained that this man chose the person of the woman over love. He was more desirous of her flesh than what was missing from his heart and because of that, her covetousness ruled his life. As I looked through the bustle of the crowd, I saw a man dressed in rags and lying on a heat grate for warmth. Two uniformed men stood over him, wagging their fingers at him, shaking their heads, and twirling their rods. The poor mans eyes pleaded with them to let him stay, but they poked their rods at him and shook their heads saying, “It’s the law.” Jesus leaned close to my ear and whispered to me, “Not My law.” I saw a long line of men, women, and even some children, sick and maimed, young and old alike. They all filed into a huge place with high walls and fences with thorny vines at the top. Most were dressed in filth and rags; some were bent and broken, robbed and beaten. And still others held their head proud and stubborn, yet with tears streaming down their faces. Their families, their loved ones stood off at a distance, crying as they waved good-bye. As they shuffled into this great walled fortress of brick and mortar and iron, a man wearing a big, black robe with a book named “The Law” wagged his fleshy finger; and as his jowls jiggled from too much pork, he looked down on them, each one. As each one passed under his iron rod, he pronounced them sinners, guilty and condemned. He hung on each one a number that stood for the day they were judged and that read, “Shame.” “An eye for an eye,” he pronounced. “A tooth for a tooth.” Jesus explained that this man was the instrument of the people’s vengeance. That justice is not served this way. Only when man stops believing that justice is something you take rather than give will it stop being vengeance. That to give an eye for an eye means giving vision for vision, or giving a tooth for a tooth means giving teaching for teaching may have enfolded those they seek vengeance against and thus avoiding the necessity for all this. Christ declared mans justice to be a forgery and is designed to insulate the rich from the poor rather than uplift him to strengthen him in goodness as God had designed. It was a way for the rich to not have to deal with the duties and obligations that God gave them for supplying them with the abundance to care for the poor. Instead they have heaped these blessings to themselves as though somehow more worthy of the blessings and then they seek vengeance when the poor man tries to take any of it. When all was said and done, the man with the book, wearing the big, black robe, with the jiggling jowls and fleshy hands, came down from his pinnacle and the place where he judged, got into a big fancy car, and went home for the day. But before he left, he shook the hands of the scribes and Pharisees who were there to both prosecute and defend, agreeing that all went well and promising to see them Sunday at their place of worship. A loud moan went up from the fortress with the brick walls and iron gates, and the sound made me turn away in shame. We went inside a building made by hands of hewn out stone. It had huge, colorful windows and high, oak doors. Just outside these doors lay a sleeping form, covered by newspapers to stay warm, but no one who went inside seemed to notice nor did any of them invite her inside. They simply left her there to sleep, turning their eyes away so as not to have to see her. Inside were lavish decorations; ornaments, and statues of every design. There were hand carved and high backed chairs, huge chandeliers and perfumed smells. There were seats to seat a multitude, all in order and filled with people. Most were dressed in fine clothes and fancy jewels with polished faces and elaborate hairdos. There were perfumed and oiled women, clean shaven men with backbones stiff like trees. All wore angelic looking faces, prim and proper and smiling at one another. All appeared to be listening to a man up front who faced this multitude, with his back to an alter. This man was dressed far different than the multitude, in kingly robes of varying colors and embroidered with fine stitchery of many hands. He wagged a pudgy finger on a hand that was fleshy and soft, never having experienced the hard labor he insisted upon from these people. He read from a book called “God’s Law” with a voice that shook, raising and lowering for emphasis and echoing in the cedar rafters high above. When he had finished his fifteen minutes of practiced and eloquently repeated oration, he had some finely dressed servants pass around to the multitude a basket that these then threw money into as an angelic sounding choir sang hymns and all looked proud. When this was finished, the man in the front who lead the way, the one in the elaborate robes, said some mysterious words of mystical things while making some mysterious and mystical movements with a golden chalice and a white wafer of bread. When he had completed these gestures, all the people left their seats and lined up to get a wafer and drink from the cup before filing back to their seats. With their hands folded before them, they all wore angelic looking faces of contentment. Christ cautioned me then and there. He said, “They have reduced Me to a stale crust of bread, selling the blessings and keeping the mysteries that I had revealed to them long ago a secret in order that the multitude should have to pass through here in order that they might receive the blessings of My Father. They have created an idol, an image, to the beast outside, giving it a voice that it might speak. Week after week they celebrate their solemn feast, confessing their sins, yet forsaking none of them. They offer up their prayers, and yet do none of what I ask. And for this reason I will hear none of them. These buildings that they worship in have become the whitewashed tombs of their saints and they have become like them.” At the completion of these rituals, all left the building. As they filed out the great oak doors, each in turn passed by the woman lying there, covered in newspapers. They wagged their finger at her, calling her a sinner in mimicry of the man who led their solemn service. As they got further away from the stone building they met in, their angelic faces began to melt like plastic masks melting from the heat of the day. The faces beneath turned to stone, and their eyes became lifeless shadows. Their fingers wagged at anyone who did not appear like them. As I looked back at the building, the man with the fancy robes was swinging the big, oak doors shut as a gust of wind blew the newspapers off of the woman lying there. I turned to Jesus and asked, “Who is that woman laying there.” He looked at me and answered, “She is the one that I gave to the master of the house and the innkeepers to care for until my return, the one I lifted up from the road and ministered to, healing her wounds.” The man in the robes looked at the lying form and just shook his head before closing the door. As I looked around, there were people everywhere, wagging their fingers, placing blame, accusing some, excusing others, and shaking their heads at most. They rushed about and jostled each other, all in hurry but seeming to go no where. I noticed something strange about most of them. It was in their eyes. Shadows filled with shadows. Lifeless eyes that could not see. Blind to all that was around them. Unaware of anything or anyone but themselves. I saw large buildings, huge structures that heaved up to the heavens. There were statues and monuments and pillars that had in them no life. Men with shadowed eyes cut ribbons in honor of these things while consuming the resources that God had given for the caring of souls. Huge chunks of living life were carved out to make room for these high places that had no life. Asphalt pits, and blinking lights, and noise that was deafening. In the shadows of it all I saw human forms, hiding from the finger wagers and head shakers that were dressed in their fancy clothes: and from the uniformed men who swung their rods. Some of these human forms were naked; others dressed in rags, still others who were weak from hunger, with parched lips. Not a few pushed all their worldly belongings in steel pushcarts along filthy streets paved with the rotting souls of men. Others slept in cardboard castles that were filled with Raggedy Ann’s homeless garbage. Even all of these had shadow filled, lifeless eyes. My heart that was so joyous awhile ago, so filled, so lifted, began to grieve. Not my heart alone, but what was at its core, the life that filled me, moaning in silent suffering, murmuring a weeping song. As I turned to Jesus, a garden appeared out of the midst of all of this. I saw Him kneeling at its center. His face was pale and worn, great drops of blood seeped from the pours of His forehead. For that brief moment, I saw divinity flash through humanity and on its face an agony shone through. His body wrenched with great sobs and my own heart cried out for Him. I heard Him pray, “Never again Father; once and for all. It has been finished. You gave them my life and they have rejected Me. It is time now that all shall be finished.” Again my heart went out to Him with compassion never before felt. Suddenly, I saw a wooden cross flash before me, and upon it my Lord was nailed. His blood poured out from his wounds upon the earth below Him and His heart burst with sorrow. And then the vision was gone. Again, there before me was my Master, praying in the midst of the garden. After some while, He lifted Himself. I walked over by His side and tried to think of some words that I could say to comfort Him with, but before any words came, He said to me, “ Come, we must leave this place. It will all be over soon and all this will be gone.” With that said, He turned to leave, saying, “Follow Me.” Chapter Four As we passed through the great city I saw as my Master’s tears wetted the ground before me like great drops of soaking rain, pouring out His Holy Spirit upon the earth. Not one soul recognized Him in their midst as we moved along, as if He didn’t even exist. I followed along in silence as I wondered why this was so. Jesus, as though reading my heart, turned to me and said, “Sin has become so powerful in the world that men are no longer aware of it. They have become blind to themselves. And because of this, they believe they have no need of the Father, without Whom in the world, love no longer exists. At least not the love of the Father. Unless all men see their sins and are able to confess them, their can be no forgiveness in the world and it is condemned to destruction. Unless they open their eyes and see their sins, they will never know Me or what I was sent into the world to do. If they never see Me, they will never see the Father who gives them life. All shall die, never knowing eternal life.” I thought of all the finger wagging, all the blaming, all the judging and condemnation, men classing themselves, comparing themselves to those who commend themselves, measuring themselves by themselves , and comparing themselves among themselves. Jesus went on to say, “It is because of that, that men have become blinded to themselves, and only clamor to be heard. It is also what will condemn them in the end.” We traveled along still further, coming up and out of this great city. Jesus stopped and shook the dust from His feet telling me to do the same. We came to the top of a high hill and Christ said, “Behold!” As I looked out across the land, I saw it covered with many cities like the one we just left. There were nations and kingdoms too numerous to count. Some of these cities were great, some were small. A grey mist of poisonous vapor filled the air, rising from each one like a cloud of death slowly replacing the breath of life of the inhabitants that filled them. Armies marched across some lands, filling the air with the sounds of war, and death, and destruction. Other cities were turning to rust, slowly decaying away. All were filled with a strange and eerie light that mixed shadow and darkness like cracks and crevices in a wall held together with inferior mortar. From everywhere all around rose the noise and clamor of confusion and chaos, and it could be heard, I am sure, even to the heights of heaven; even from the great distance to where I stood. There was no order, no peace, only noise and eternal condemnation, as if the whole land screamed out a final, guttural deaths yell that went on forever. Jesus stood their and wept. “These kingdoms were once offered to Me,” He explained, “but I knew their end from the beginning. Such wasted effort and vanity to build what could never sustain itself,” He went on to say. Had they only not leaned unto their own understanding and turned to Me, it would have been a land overflowing with milk and honey. But they chose to follow the leadership of men instead. They chose their kings and their kings led them to ruin. Instead they chose this. My Father provided the earth with enough abundance for all to enjoy, but now look! Because of the greed of a few, and the momentary power it purchased, there is left for My people only decay.” Jesus wept. “What about all this,” I asked? “Shouldn’t we warn them?” “What is that to you,” He asked in return? “You follow Me. If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither have they been persuaded though “One” has risen from the dead.” “You must leave this place now,” Jesus said. Only then did I realize that we were still inside the mountain. As I looked around, I saw that Christ was the only “One” who illuminated its inside, all that surrounded me. “But where will I go now,” I asked? “You have all the words of life and truth.” “Where ever your faith that I have given you will lead. I will be with you always.” As Jesus turned away, I suddenly realized that I stood on a different mountain top in the light of a new day. I looked across the wide expanse and saw the mountain that I had come from. The one that I had tried in vain so many times in the past to climb. It seemed far away from me now, and this new mountain that I now stood upon was called “Contemplation.” It stood in the region beyond here and there. As I stood, looking across the wide expanse before me, at the mountain that I had come from, remembering the many times I tried in vain to achieve its peak, a shudder came over me. For a moment these dizzying heights made my head swim and threatened to overcome me. But as I looked out at the valley below and the land that lay all around me, I noticed how calm and serene and ordered it was. All that was sustained in it yielded to each other in ministering care for all. It contrasted sharply with what I had just witnessed. A quietness and stillness arose in my heart as though a gentle puff of wind blew in; and I sat down atop this mountain plateau in contemplation of all that I had been given. I felt alive with life. As my thoughts eventually turned to the souls that God had given me to love, I realized that I could not spend much longer in this place. I contemplated the great land I had visited with Christ, with its cities of decay. I realized that there was a lot of work that needed to be done in the valley below where souls cried out for Salvation. I knew that I could not save them…but I knew Who could. I felt it was my purpose to witness of this “One” and hope that by my witness, souls would find Him too, or at the very least, cry out that they might be found by Him. I saw what filled one mountain. I saw the souls that would never escape. I remember what Jesus taught me, the words that He spoke and I knew that I could not keep them to myself. And so, not quite sure where this faith would lead me, I strode down off this mountain of contemplation with a purpose. At the time it was more purpose than wisdom to accomplish that purpose. Chapter Five When I reached the bottom of this wonderful mountain that I had been blessed upon, it was with a desire that everyone that I came in contact with should be blessed in the same manner. After all, I had been given a purpose… I would be doing work for God. Right? I stood on a road. It seemed a crossroad of time. At its junction there were three signs. Two pointed in opposite directions. The first of these said tomorrow, and as I tried to peer down it, all I saw was darkness. It was a mysterious and forbidding place. As much as I tried, I could not contemplate its end. As much as I strained to see, there was nothing that I could make out. A voice spoke to me from my heart. It said, “This way belongs to God, He creates it and rules over it. You will never find your way along this path. Only He knows its end.” I seemed to be assured that this was not the way to go. For the longest time I stood in today. There seemed little else I could or should do. But as time went by, I found no wisdom. I only found my own understanding and Jesus told me not to learn towards that. But that only left the road to yesterday. “What could that possibly hold,” I thought out loud? “How could I gain the wisdom to go forward, by looking back?” As crazy as it all sounded, I decided to not rely on my own understanding of how things should be. But then, what was I supposed to understand? What could a history that I didn’t belong to teach me? Nevertheless, I made the conscious decision to start from the beginning and go forward from there. Perhaps by doing this, I would learn wisdom along the way. I had to start somewhere and as the future belonged to God and only He could walk in it, I needed to walk where God had already been if I was to learn anything at all. Standing in today, only, taught me little that I could see to go forward with. I started down The Beginnining of this road called yesterday; and before I’d taken my second step there stood before me a tremendous obstacle. There in front of me, looming up to the lofty heights was that huge mountain that nearly consumed my life; the one that had caused me so much trouble in the past. Carved out on its side was the word, ‘pride.’ I feared this great mountain with its lonely heights and I refused to climb it again. Yet, it was huge before me. It was too big to go around and knowing that it stood in the way, but not knowing what to do, I sank down in despair before it. I fell prostrate on the earth and cried out,” Lord, do you not care that I am perishing before this mountain? Please, help me!” From within my heart the words did speak, “If you have faith as a mustard seed…” I recognized the words of Christ. I knew his voice like a sheep that knows the voice of the shepherd. I could see their color, taste their sweetness, and smell their fragrance. And so, with all the courage and strength and authority I could muster up, which was littler than I had supposed, I prayed. In all my perceived humbleness and smallness before this great mountain, I prayed. With a heart and mind fixed on Christ, I prayed. “Mountain,” I said! “Be removed from before me and be cast into the sea!” Now I fully expected that mountain, that great huge looming up place, to get up and fling itself into the sea, far, far away from me. But nothing happened. So I prayed again, “mountain, please, be removed. Don’t you see that you are standing in my way?” With the same expectation I waited. Again nothing happened. So, once again I prayed, with all my heart, wit all my soul, and with all my strength… “Jesus, my Lord and Savior, You are able to do all things. I pray to You, please, remove this pride of mine that stands in Your Way, and cast it far from You and me and into the sea. With Your humbleness, humble me my King. Let it be done Lord, according to Thy will. Thank You Lord that You have done this thing.” No sooner than I had finished those words when the mountain began to s

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Into the Mountain (continued)

Into the Mountain (continued) Flag this entry as inappropriate The whole ground shook below me. I watched as bit by bit that great mountain of pride crumbled and fell. It began to dissolve before my very eyes, finally caving in upon itself until it stood no more. It was gone; and with it, all that it held. I fell again, with my face to the earth, and with fear and trembling, I cried out, “O Lord, have mercy upon me, a sinner…Thank You Lord God Almighty, for You are my salvation.” From that spot where the mountain once stood there arose a hill upon my plea that my sins be forgiven. I looked up and saw atop this hill of my pleas, a Rock, and on this Rock the Spirit of God descended like a dove, and whose brightness shone as merciful and gracious, long-suffering and kind, filled with goodness and truth. His wings stretched out wide, as if to embrace all who came to Him with repentant heart. On the right was the rod of His authority, held up by the brightness of His truth. At his left was staff of justice, held up by the splendor of His mercy. From the Rock on which He sat, a river of water sprang forth, flowing down the hill and washing me in its refreshing coolness. It continued past me and as I watched, it cut deep embankments into the earth, alongside which trees began to grow. The roots from these trees reached forth from the banks and deep to become moistened by the river flowing past. On each tree fruit appeared in abundance such as I’ve never seen and of a size I’d never imagined. I suddenly realized how very hungry I was for the taste of this fruit, how thirsty I was for their nectar. I felt parched and dry and weak from the lack of nourishment. I looked back to the top of the hill of my pleas for forgiveness and I fell before it to worship. From its midst I heard a voice that said, “Stand and go now.” For a moment I just stood there, to frightened and amazed by what I saw to move, when a child appeared by my side. This child took me by the hand and said, “Come, we must take our journey. Do not be afraid. First you must eat of all the fruit from the trees in this place. They will strengthen and nourish you for the journey that lies ahead. Eat your fill while you are here.” I turned once more towards the top of the hill and again the voice spoke, “Go now. I send you forth to fulfill the purpose which I have purposed. Obey my commandments and it will be well with you. Now go!” I looked into the eyes of the child standing beside me and for a brief instant, divinity flashed across His face. A faint recognition spread like warm milk throughout my heart. As we turned to leave the base of this hill, He said, “You’ve known Me and know Me and will know Me greater still.” Intrigued, I allowed myself to be lead by this Child. As we approached a grove of trees whose fruit glistened firm and ripe in the light of day, three men appeared out of there midst. Their names were Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob who became Israel. “Blessed be the Most High God,” I greeted them. They greeted me the same way in return. There set before them was a table prepared with the fruit from the trees. They invited me to sit down and eat, and eat I did. Ravenously I gorged myself on all they set before me until I could eat no more. During the course of our meal they spoke to me about many things. They taught me what they knew of the Great and Mighty God whom they served. They spoke of their own lives and how He was a part of them, what He had taught them, and the ways in which He revealed Himself to them. They showed me the places in my own life where God had appeared, not unlike to them. They told me how I came to be in this place and why I was here. When they had finished speaking, the Child brought out bread, and after giving thanks He broke it, sharing it with me. And afterwards He poured a cup of wine for us to share. I ate and drank all that He gave me. When I had finished the cup, I set it down again on the table and when I looked up, they were gone. All that remained were the Child, I, the trees that bore fruit and the words of the men that filled my heart. A bit bewildered, I blinked in amazement, but my mind began to piece together all that was said, guided as it were by an unseen Spirit within me. The Child returned to my side and, taking me again by the hand, He said, “Come and see. There is much more to learn and many things to see.” We moved on to the next tree. I noticed as we walked that this Child seemed to have grown a bit during this last visit. When and how it happened I’m not quite sure, but He was taller, sturdier, and more mature. A new glimmer of familiarity broke out across His face in every expression. As we stopped along the way at each fruit tree by this river, the scene before me repeated itself. The messages were repeated over and over as men would appear; Men who bore names such as He Shall Increase and Rescued, God Is Salvation and Bold. There were twelve sons of Israel whose names said, “The Lord has surely looked upon my affliction, now therefore my husband will love me, because the Lord has heard that I am unloved; he has therefore given me this son. Now this time my husband will become attached to me, because I have born him three sons. So now I will praise the Lord because the lord has judged my case; and He has also heard my voice and given me a son. With great wrestlings I have wrestled with my sister and indeed I have prevailed. Now a troop comes and I am happy, for the daughters will call me blessed. God has given me my wages, because I have given my maid to my husband. God has endowed me with a good endowment, now my husband will dwell with me, because I have borne him six sons. God has taken away my reproach, so the Lord shall add to me another son, and his name shall be called Son of the Right Hand.” This was Israel and the precious stones of its name were laid upon the breastplate of the One who is come. As we traveled onward, we came across the groves of a man king named David who was Much Beloved, and his son Solomon who was a prince named Peace. There were prophets whose written word from God begged of washing in the waters of repentance and the forsaking of sin in preparation of a straight path that was to be made for the coming of the Greatest Prince of them all. Gideon and Deborah, Ruth and Naomi, Samuel the judge, Ezekiel and Isaiah, Daniel and many more. All were present. All had tables prepared with the fruit from their trees. All shared the bread and the wine with the Child who led the way. As we moved along in this Kingdom, such as it was, and as we all did eat of what had been prepared, this child who walked before me grew to become a man. Noble and strong, confident in His word and sure of the God He serves and the path that he treads, this man was the perfect image of God as He had revealed Himself to men. As He blessed them with the abundance of Himself; and as he increased each with their portion of His inheritance. This child who became a man turned to me and said, “What time? What day? What hour? Can you be sure? And yet my brother, as you toe the line between two eternities, both past and present, this brightness shall light the dark of night, and in the heat of the day I shall adore thee. Your own troubles will become small by the noble cause which was mine alone to bear, whose feet impress the sands of time, and whose voice shall whisper to you in each new day. And yet, if you should stumble, or even fall, I gave you this time to remember.” Divinity once again scrolled itself across His face as He spoke to me these words. He also said to me, “The rich man who wants to be seen as God, whose passion is for others to see him as such in order to lord over the poor man, can only help the poor man to see that in him self is Christ the King. And there he shall keep Him, safe and secure. It will be the one thing that the rich man will be unable to take from him, ensuring that he will always be free. It will be the one thing he shall possess that the rich man will refuse; because to find Him he has to first become poor.” As he spoke these things to me he turned towards me and a warm smile broke out across His face. “Now do you know Me,” He asked? My heart leapt in sudden recognition of Him by the very nature of the words that He spoke. It was He whom I followed through darkest night, through the mountain of pride and the sins of my past; He who had washed me with His tears and prayed that I should know God; He that suffered in all the places that I’d been and now walks beside me in all the places I am now going. As His warm embrace circled around me, He seemed to vanish before my very eyes, and for a moment I was lost without Him by my side. That is, until I heard Him speak from within my heart. I looked at the road that stretched before me and imprinted in the sands of time was a pair of footprints that tread the road ahead. “You must take your own journey now. But I am with you always and wherever you go. Do not leave the way in which I showed you, turning neither to the left, nor the right. Keep your thoughts fixed straight ahead, loving all, and judging none. I will be here whenever you need Me. I pray that you will. One day, you too will be planted like a tree, beside the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf shall not whither, and whatever you do shall prosper. Go now, in peace with God.” And so my journey begins. George W. Bush is King of the Americas, at war with the nations of the Ishmaelite who wage their battles across the earth, but especially in the land between the Tigris and the Euphrates Rivers. The Americas call the Ishmaelite ‘terrorists’ and the Ishmaelite call the Americas ‘The Great Satan.’ Only the LORD God Almighty knows who shall be victorious. As Abraham before me, I make my encampment with those with me, by the terabinth tree of Mamre. The worldly kingdom of Israel, reformed after the second great battle between the nations of the world, is locked in battle with its brethren Palestine. A battle of wills… a war for inheritance. Worthiness of love is not found in our ability to please others, but rather, it is found in the love and forgiveness given to us by God Almighty through His Son, Jesus Christ. Gratefully received first, and then given willingly. Worthiness of this love values the love received from others as their own ability to love depends on that and in turn becomes gratefully accepted. It should be valued and treasured to the point where our desire is to do nothing to offend that love given, nor be offended by it but instead, only return it in kind. Lord God Almighty…Oh that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my border, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain!”

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History Repeated

Hugh Lipsius

Hate judges and then condemns…love judges and then forgives.

It is written,

Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness…Genesis 1:26
…so God created man in His own image…Genesis 1:27
Then God Blessed them…Genesis 1:28
And God said, ” See, I have given you every herb that yeilds seed which is on the face of the earth, and every tree whose fruit yeilds seed, to you it shall be for food…Genesis 1:29
Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good…Genesis 1:31

Self-exaltation uses one method of deceit to create doubt through a well concealed lie…its result is to form a desire to control…to be like God…yet what the result becomes is fear that you had not enough faith to understand and believe that God has already created you in His image…you own desire to control the creation of that image can only mar what was already created good…your own hands cannot cause one rose to bloom…the fear comes from discovering that you were not happy with what God Himself created…in an effort to cover up your failure…you develop your own lie out of pride, not wanting to be seen as the imperfect creature you have now created…you now hide behind the new image in your shame, attempting to show an image you think will be pleasing to those around you in an effort to exalt yourself to them…but knowing in your heart that it is false… your own method now becomes the same deceit that tricked you in the first place and you attemt to cause others to become like you…you have now become an instrument of Satan…to practice what he desired…which is for you to bow down to him…and for others to bow down to you.

Perhaps you are judging others for the imperfections that maybe only you’ve determined…perhaps you condemn them for what you see only on the surface…you can’t look into their heart…so you condemn them for what you perceive of their flesh…you no no motives for what others think and act on…so you judge, condemn and hate according to your own standard…according to yoour own laws…because they are not like you…who thinks you are God…you…have become the lawless one…and you don’t even know that you are manipulating others through the sams lies and deceit and hypocracy that your father, the devil taught you…you set yourself apart…you set youself above…you look down upon and think that somehow you are more blessed than those you sit in judgement of.

For it is written,

Now the serpant was more cunning (crafty and shrewd, especially in deception…made with or showing skill; ingenious: to know these) than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said , You shall not eat of every tree of the garden?” ( He was testing the woman to see if she could be manipulated).

And the woman said to the serpant, “We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden;

but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God has said, “You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.” (She engaged the serpant in thought).

Then the serpant said to the woman, “You will not surely die.

For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” Genesis 3:1-5.

(here the serpant introduces a cunning lie…this created a doubt which led to the downfall of man…upon eating the fruit, the woman then became an instrument of the serpant when she offered some to the man…the man wasa first to sin though, because his love for the woman was greater than his love for God…fearing the woman’s rejection, he said nothing to persuad her to obey God’s commandment but instead joined her in eating the fruit…his was the first, and far greater error for he was not deceived by the serpant, but was deceived by the lust of his own heart…had he kept before her the words of God’s commandment not to eat of the fruit…she would never have been able to hear the words of the serpant…she ate first…but he said nothing to prevent her from it…and then joined her).

O, what a wreched man I am…I thank God for Jesus Christ my Lord

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In The Absense of Light – O America, Your Brightness is Fading

There is no such thing as darkness…it is merely the absense of light.
It takes only a small flicker of candle light to illuminate an entire room…however dimly.

There is no such thing as sorrow…it is merely the absense of joy.
A small amount of happiness goes a long way to lift a heart…no matter how heavy.

There is no such thing as suffering…it is merely the absense of the healing balm of tenderness.
A small amount of kindness carries away much suffering of pain…no matter how deep the hurt.

There is no such thing as fear…it is only the absense of courage.
An ounce of courage brings about the noblest of deeds…no matter how frightened.

There is no such thing as doubt…it is merely the lack of belief.
A mustard seed of faith goes a long way towards accomplishing…no matter how much is missing.

There is no such thing as evil…it is merly the absense of good.
A small amount of righteousness exposes a mountain of deceit…no matter how wicked.

There in no such thing as a lie…it is merely the absense of truth.
A small amount of openness reveals a multitude of hypocracy…no matter how deeply hidden.

There is no such thing as hate…it is merely the absense of love.
Sweet affection goes a long way towards those who lack…no matter how far from the heart it is.

There is no such thing as war…it can only exist in the absense of peace.
Tactful diplomacy and compromise yeilds much more than angry words and force..no matter.

Now that we know what is absent in our lives…it is up to all of us to seek it and receive it in our heart in order to send back to the pit that which should not exist in the first place. Evil can only produce evil…violence can only produce violence…corruption can only produce corruption. They are the creators of themselves…and seek only for their gain. They cannot exist without the absense of the things we too often turn away from…light, joy, tenderness, kindness, courage, goodness, righteousness, truth, openness, love, affection, peace, tactful diplomacy, yeilding compromise, and faith.

Darkness, sorrow, suffering, fear deciet, wickedness, unrighteousness, hypocracy, lies, hate and war can only exist when we fail to embrace the former…and only when we let pride stand in the gap rather than humblness…when we put self before God rather than Christ and all that He is.

When we take Him out of the way, when we no longer hear Him walking through the garden of our heart, or He is taken out of the way by the voice of another. What did not exist…and what does not exist, and what should never be allowed to exist…appears and we focus on something that is only a lack of Something else, allowing by free will, what should not even exist, to appear.

Our freewill can esily be given over to something that will at once enslave us… an Emptiness that can become so creative to self fullfil its void that it then becomes our only desire to entice, trap and enslave any and all whom we can through our attempts to dimminish those same things in them that we now lack in ourselves. We become the creators and agents of what is not of God, but is now the creation of our own empty hearts. Our hearts are either full of God and His goodness…or empty of it and full of our selfishness which never seems to fill us enough. The two cannot co-exist.

As absolute freezing cannot exist unless there is an absense of any heat and warmth, our hearts can become empty of anything that can sustain and save this human race…warmth, compassion, tenderness, caring, and love…its desire becomes only for that which cannot exist…pride, fear, and hate… in the presence of what is pure…faith, love and hope, and all that exists with each of them.

Satan, and all that he embodies, can only exist in the absense of GOD and all He embodies.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Modern Day Prophecy from The Voice of One Crying In The Wilderness [BLOGGER PREVIEW]

A Voice Crying In The Wilderness [BLOGGER PREVIEW]

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Monday, July 11, 2005

Unless the LORD had
been my
help,
My soul would have settled in silence. Psalm 94:17

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I said, “I will guard my ways,
Lest I sin with my tongue;
I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle,
While the wicked are before me.”
I was mute with silence,
I held my peace even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred up.
My heart was hot within me;
While I was meditating, the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue. Psalm 39: 1-3

 

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The Fish in the Bowl

Who can take from a man what he’s gained or what he’s done, where he’s been, what he’s learned, or what God has made him.

The world seems to think that it has the answers for another man’s success. They may even tag him a failure because he won’t buy their ideas, especially when all around him so much misery seems to be starring him down.

In a fishbowl, separated by their distorted views, he sits in silence, watching as the world rushes buy, too damn busy to take a moment to wonder what their hurry is… or perhaps too afraid to stop because they know the reason why.

Blinded by desires that sooth not the inward parts, their frantic race is a search for more of what they’ll never find. They seem to toil endlessly for luxuries and comforts so as to appear to others that they have what it takes to be a success, but they miss this golden opportunity, this time called life.

This trampled path is well worn and wide as an ocean, littered with decaying carcasses, old bones, and ash. While it appears to lead somewhere, it goes no where forever. There are many who go this wide way. There are many who have been. And yet, the man they sit in judgment of is one who by his faith in God and the sweat of his brow, has attained his bowl of happiness.

Content, this man sits behind the glass, humble in his watery womb. But the world that sees him by a distorted view are envious amid their torturous ruin, and even this, they try to snatch away from him.

As they sit atop their heap of ravaged souls, clutching in their hand some gleaming prize of more, they are giddy with their sickly laughter. They scan the landscape all around, of wasted efforts and unrealized hope in a desperate search for more of what they’ll never know.

What is that on the far horizon; that glimmer of light; that smile; that faith; that ray of hope? Never satisfied and too foolish to understand, jealousy overrules their soul as they scheme inside themselves for how to remove the fish from the bowl.

So as you enter your own field of dreams, be careful, because in that same field are many disappointments too. Wishes and desires can seem to rush by like strangers in a crowd. They can quite easily whisk you off your feet as you attempt to reach out and grasp something that can all too easily slip right through your fingers if you squeeze too tightly.

These same wishes and desires can also bob around like soap bubbles, causing your head to twist around in a direction that your body fails to follow, separating you from yourself in vain attempts to capture what is not yours to own.

Be careful in that place of dreams. Fix your eyes on One, stretch out your hand, and let it float down slowly into the palm of it, curl your fingers gently round it, careful not to crush. Now hold it to your heart, never letting go. For in this field of dreams with many lofty words, there are also many disappointments mingled with much vanity.
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The Latter Day Rains

“Do not put your trust in princes (rulers), nor in a son of man, in whom there is no help (salvation). His spirit departs, he returns to the earth; in that very day his plans perish.” Psalm 146:3&4.

 

This message is to you America…For the sake of those fighting in the battles of war, for the sake of this government, for the sake of the hundreds of thousands trembling under our violence, I cannot be silent…

…We who are already free…or so it may seem.

How, we must ask, can anyone take from us what is only God’s to give? Only we can surrender it into the hands of those who profess to be watchmen over it. Why then do we insist on allowing our leaders to lead us into a path of destruction? They profess to protect what is already ours, inalienable rights that were given to us by God and not man…yet their actions expose their true intent. They abuse these rights for the gain of their own profit through corruption and violence.

Our very Constitution, which guarantees these rights, is chaffing under the weight of our apathy…a constitution that states the equality of “all men,” not merely American citizens…a declaration of truth that may not agree with the final reality…a declaration of independant life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness that is not found in the wake of anywhere our nations administration sets its foot.

What kind of leadership would try to convince us into thinking we cannot remain free, and that we must constantly be punishing other nations for infringing on our national interests and thus, our freedom…even when this is done in their own sovereign land…as though we have a claim to everything in the world…or that any other nation lacks the freedom to rise up as we did and possess that freedom for themselves? Why do we feel that as a nation, we must do it for them, rather than by example encouraging them to do it for themselves, especially when the God we profess had set us free before we ever claimed it? Or why do we believe that in order to keep this freedom, we must always be slaves to defending it with our blood in lands so far removed as to pose no threat to our borders?

Perhaps other nations whom we attemt to impose our way of life upon sees things different than we are willing to see ourselves. prehaps it is not freedom they see, but agression, thievery, meddling,oppression and corrupt greed for what has been given to them by God. Perhaps then, what our administration is preaching to other nations is a false freedom, not really freedom at all, but simply a scam to get these nations to allow us close enough to get what greed desires. Freedom that is often bought through bribes, that benefits only a few, and leaves a wide path of destruction in its wake.

Perhaps even what we enjoy is a freedom that offers just enough happiness to prevent us from seeing it for what it is…enough contentment to develop a pride that will rush to its defense…enough national pride to become self-righteous, apathetic, and afraid that somehow we may lose it. As long as the economy is strong, we are bribed into thinking that all is well, and that we should say little about the things we may hear about what our nations administraters are concocting in other nations…despite the murderous effect these things may be having on civilian populations.

What freedom offers the rights which have an ulterior motive towards gaining for itself, what liberty is nothing more than a sheild and a cloak for covetousness..whether it be power, might, wealth, or national interest… that does not consider the ways of other, sovereign nations and is propagated by lies, deceit, corruption and violence.

This is not a true freedom, but is a false doctrine of freedom and is meant to lull those who accept it into a false sense of security for the furtherance of a hidden agenda.

The truth that sets you free needs no defense. It is it’s own defender. It merely needs to be embraced and followed.

“Because we fear the responsibility for our actions, we have allowed ourselves to develop the mentality of slaves. Contrary to the stirring sentiments of the Declaration of Independence, we now pledge “our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor” not to one another for our mutual protection, but to the state, whose actions continue to exploit, despoil, and destroy us”: Butler D. Shaffer

What is this hidden agenda that guides the thoughts of the self designated privileged few except that there are worldly things they want to protect and gain for themselves?…These few who ask the rest of the world to sacrifice everything, including the lives of our sons, our daughters, our husbands, wives, fathers and mothers so they can have it all as the price for their selfish guidance… extortion on a global scale?

“Where is it written in the Constitution, in what article or section is it contained, that you may take children from their parents and parents from their children, and compel them to fight the battles of any war in which the folly and wickedness of the government may engage itself? Under what concealment has this power lain hidden, which now for the first time comes forth, with a tremendous and baleful aspect, to trample down and destroy the dearest right of personal liberty? Who will show me any Constitutional injunction which makes it the duty of the American people to surrender everything valuable in life, and even life, itself, whenever the purposes of an ambitious and mischievous government may require it? … A free government with an uncontrolled power of military conscription is the most ridiculous and abominable contradiction and nonsense that ever entered into the heads of men.” — Daniel Webster (1782-1852), US Senator Source: Speech in the House of Representatives, January 14, 1814

 

 

 

Rather than yielding to the powers that be…the inheritance set aside for us from before the foundation of the world, those that existed before we were ever created in order to be that example and the earthly keepers that Christ laid before us…this nation has fallen to the deceit of “The Lord of the flies” in thinking that it is or can be or is the Savior of the world.

Too often it has been stated and restated by government dignitaries, that democracy is the last, best, hope for mankind…and our now sitting president, George W. Bush, feels that he has a mandate from God Himself, to spread democracy throughout the world and lead the way in the continuing fight for “freedom”…and with it all the spoils and power that go with it.

We have become a nation that relies on our own strength, our own power, our own thoughts, ways, and ideas at the urging of our leaders who also claim these are never enough, always pushing for more…the emptiness of a nation who can never be filled enough with self.

We as a nation are led to believe that democracy is the last, best hope for the world having the answers for all of the rest of humanity. Our administration believes and tries to sell its ways to the rest of the world whether through bribery, extortion, or force, when in truth it has not enough answers for its own people. Violence and corruption are in its wake… Misery and suffering are its byproducts. Our nations prisons ar filled with over 2 million inmates. Our nation leads the world in violent crime. Our nation leads the way for drug addicts, child molestors, and many other violent behaviors. We are a nation obsessed with violence and guns, but baulk prudishly at the sight of a woman’s breast. We will not allow someone the right to chose to die with some dignity through euthenasia…but murder unborn children by the millions. we spend billions on space exploration and military might while leaving the worst off to suffer with little or no support. And we, its citizens, sit idly by and do nothing,using our own liberty as a cloak for covetousness. We support it at its own urgings, even when we know that those urgings are lies…we defend it with our blood…we provide for it with our taxes…we elect it with our votes…and we continue to belive its falsehoods and manipulation.

We as a nation have been led to believe that our leader has a mandate from God…because that is what he believes…

“God gave the savior to the German people. We have faith, deep and unshakeable faith that he was sent to us by God to save Germany.” Hermann Goering, speaking of Hitler

“Why is this man in the White House? The majority of Americans did not vote for him. Why is he there? And I tell you this morning that he’s in the White House because God put him there for a time such as this”: Lt Gen William Boykin, speaking of G. W. Bush, New York Times, 17 October 2003

Yet what God would allow His mandate to be pursued on the bases of lies and deceit which casts doubt and fear causing a nation people to become ashamed apart from its leadership? The God of all truth will bring that nation to destruction.

The powerful have invoked God at their side in this war, so that we will accept their power and our weakness as something that has been established by divine plan. But there is no god behind this war other than the god of money, nor any right other than the desire for death and destruction. Today there is a “NO” which shall weaken the powerful and strengthen the weak: the “NO” to war: Subcomandante Marcos – Source: No to war, 2/16/03

 

“The coming of the lawless one is according to the workings of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved.”II Thesssalonians 2:9

 

There is a fundamental principle at work here that has its very roots in the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, that though the first man was forbidden to eat its fruit, man kind continues to gobble it up with an insatiable appetite.

God, in all his wisdom, who knows the end from the beginning, allows this, not only in hope that we will not eat that fruit, but in hope that should we eat it, the deciever will become exposed through the desires of our heart and we will recognize who it is that deceives. But also, who it is that allowed themselves to be decieved and how this happened. Provision has been made for the savation of all mankind.

 

When will we finally recognize the face and character of this deceiver? When will we turn from it and embrace the truth that sets us free from the lies?

“An evil exists that threatens every man, woman, and child of this great nation. We must take steps to ensure our domestic security and protect our homeland”: Adolph Hitler : In 1933, Hitler used the burning of the Reichstag as a pretext to push through emergency decrees suspending the basic civil liberties of German citizens. The “emergency” decrees remained in effect until the fall of the Third Reich in 1945.

“Not as tyrants have we come, but as liberators”: Adolf Hitler, 1938

If you have not recognized the overtures in the preceeding quotes and essay, then read no further…for it is your own desire that you should remain deaf and blind. But make no mistake that these words were used as often in history, down through the centuries, as there were nations whose desire it has been to rule over God’s kingdom and usurp His throne.

But if these strike a cord in your heart, and you wish to come up out of the darkness of perplexity, then read further, feeling free to comment on anything, and e-mail me personally.

It is not for me to name he who shall descend into hell, but that in his time, he shall be revealed…and it is my view, given by God, as it is written, that his revelation will be in the very exaltation of himself above all that is of God, as though he was God, judging and condemning those who oppose him in an effort to silence their voice.

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Sunday, July 10, 2005

Quotes from History

The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men: Plato

Morality is the best of all devices for leading mankind by the nose: Friedrich Nietzsche, The Antichrist

We Americans have no commission from God to police the world: Benjamin Harrison, address to Congress, 1888

“It’s not a matter of what is true that counts but a matter of what is perceived to be true.” –Henry Kissinger

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Single is the Race

A 6th century BCE poem written by Greek poet Pindar

Single is the race, single
Of men and gods;
From a single mother we both draw breath.
But a difference of power in everything
Keeps us apart;
For one is as nothing, but the brazen sky
Stays a fixed habituation for ever.
Yet we can in greatness of mind
Or of body be like the immortals.

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O Foolish Wise

“Search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication is a duty.” : Anne Louise Germaine de Stael – (1766-1817) French author

“A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.”: Euripides

“The modern susceptibility to conformity and obedience to authority indicates that the truth endorsed by authority is likely to be accepted as such by a majority of the people.” David Edwards – British columnist – Source: Burning All Illusions, 1996

While most may believe that it is necessary to take an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a friend for a friend, a neighbor for a neighbor, a brother for a brother, a life for a life, there are a few yet that believe we should give a vision for vision, teaching for teaching, caring for caring, sharing for sharing, loyalty for loyalty, love for love. To give any of these is a voluntary act of love. To take any of these is a vengeful act of hatred. It is the battle we are all now in and the mortal motive which we must all decide upon; from the head to the very toe of our nation.

What empire that has gone before us did not meet its destiny in shame and ruin? Are we somehow different than the nations of history, who all started out with good intentions…or so it may have seemed?

A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government: Edward Abbey

Every single empire in its official discourse has said that it is not like all the others, that its circumstances are special, that it has a mission to enlighten, civilize, bring order and democracy, and that it uses force only as a last resort. And, sadder still, there always is a chorus of willing intellectuals to say calming words about benign or altruistic empires: Edward W. Said – “Orientalism 25 Years Later,” Counterpunch.org website, 4 August 2003.

This nation’s leaders are trying so hard to be god–like themselves…to exalt their throne above the heavens…to sit on the throne of God, thinking they are God and yet, rejecting everything that is Godly…like so many nations who have gone before us….to be the “Kingdom of God,” in their own right and by their own power in order to build its empire for themselves.

But God’s kingdom is within us and not of this world… God is spirit and truth, not flesh and blood. Any attempt to create a worldly kingdom for God is an idol, an image, and is false. It cannot be created without and put on, but rather it must come from within and be radiated outwardly…its face is of spiritual blessing. It is not created by man but can be received by man to share with God…an inheritance that everyone might share a portion of.

Rather than yielding to the powers that be, the inheritance set aside for us from before the foundation of the world, those that existed before we were ever created, in order to be that example that Christ laid before us, this nation has fallen to the deceit of Satan in thinking that it is or can be the Savior of the world. This is a nation that relies on its own strength, its own power, its own thoughts, ways, and ideas. It believes that it has the answers for all of the rest of humanity. It believes and tries to sell its ways to the rest of the world whether through bribery, extortion, or force, when in truth it has not enough answers for its own people. Violence and corruption fill its land…. Misery and suffering are its byproducts.

Here is a list of the empires who have gone before us in their efforts to rule over God’s creation… the ones who wanted to rule the world; to sit at the right hand of God with judgement on their wings against all men:

- Conquered and fallen
Babylonian Empire- Conquered and fallen
Persian Empire- Conquered and fallen
Greek Empire- Conquered and fallen
Phoenician Empire- Conquered and fallen
Egyptian Empire- Conquered and fallen
Roman Empire- Conquered and fallen
Ottoman Empire- Conquered and fallen
Byzantine Empire- Conquered and fallen
Spanish Empire Conquered and fallen
British Empire- Conquered and fallen
The German “Third Reich” Defeated and fallen

Each of the man-gods that ruled these empires tried to establish their own way, their own wisdom, and their own set of principles, rules, and laws…each attempted to impose them on the rest of the nations they brought under their influence, drawing off of the empires that fell before them in an effort to improve on their errors. Each saw themselves as invincible, above the law, and beyond reproach. In the end the prudent and wise men who ruled these empires and those who became their followers saw that what started with good intentions on their part, ended in their ruin, as well as the decay and ruin of their empires. What has brought about this ruin is the national pride that comes through conquest, the self-righteousness that comes through domination, the corruption that comes through wealth, and the violence that is necessary to hold onto it in order maintain the empire. The rulers of these empires exhibited an outward image of high moral values, while all the while they plotted and schemed ways to grab more for themselves.

“There are some whose only reason for inciting war is to use it as a means to exercise their tyranny over their subjects more easily. For in times of peace the authority of the assembly, the dignity of the magistrates, the force of the laws stand in the way to some extent of the ruler doing what he likes. But once war is declared then the whole business of state is subject to the will of a few … They demand as much money as they like. Why say more?” [Erasmus of Rotterdam 1469-1536, Adages IV.i.1]

“Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?” I Corinthians 1: 20

It is written:

“I will destroy the wisdom of the wise and bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent.” I Corintheans 1:19

There is and always was…only One answer, and rather than freely receive what we have been freely given but at a heavy price to be paid by the Giver, in order that we might set an example and reflect that gift…we have fallen, like the rest of the nations through history, to the devices and desires of our own hearts. And though we may confess these things during our solemn services…we have not forsaken them in our desire to sit at the right hand of God…a place that is already occupied…and a place that every man, woman and child desires to be at the expense of his/her neighbor, exalting self so that others might see. From the head, to the very tip of the toes the manifestation of Satan has taken hold.

Yet, those who exalt themselves will be humbled.

Sovereignty over any foreign land is insecure.: Lucius Annaeus Seneca : 4 BC-65. Roman philosopher and playwright.

To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a wilderness, they call it peace: Publius Cornelius Tacitus – 55-117. Roman historian.

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A Time Called “When”

A Time Called “When”
By Hugh Lipsius

Years ago and far away, or was it yesterday?
Perhaps it never was at all, and now is because it was told;
A time to come and not that is, to help us reconcile.
A bit of poetry, it began, to paint a picture of a time called when
In an effort to see how happy you’d be,
But with a trembling hand it was great responsibility.
I can see the pen dangling over the sheet
Whose blank lines were at once to show
Only truth and no lie about the face that will pass us by.
Perhaps this time and place called when is only a hope written down,
In case there was a time that we had need for one, we could all hope for it then.
By writing deep thoughts, and mingling it with blood.
This thrill to our heart, that ends in a smile and a hope of the time called when
Can have its effect in the shadow it casts on the pages that mimic its light;
The shine that its love is hidden behind is the star that shines at night.
So let truth light the way in the darkness of shame and a fear of what it might be.
For stars always shine, but in day we are blind to the wonderful presence they are.
What light, I ask, cannot brighten the darkness of this shadow of death upon us?
Find it then, look hard in yourself, open the eyes that are in you
Believe in the time, a time called when, you need no other time to see.
Was it written for when there would be nothing else, or when there is everything?

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MARTIN LTHER KING Jr.

“A time comes when silence is betrayal.”"History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.” – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

They asked if our own nation wasn’t using massive doses of violence to solve its problems, to bring about the changes it wanted. Their questions hit home, and I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today — my own government. For the sake of those boys, for the sake of this government, for the sake of hundreds of thousands trembling under our violence, I cannot be silent.By Rev. Martin Luther King – 4 April 1967 – Speech delivered by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., on April 4, 1967, at a meeting of Clergy and Laity Concerned at Riverside Church in New York City

Peace is more important than all justice; and was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace: Martin Luther

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal’”: Martin Luther King Jr.

Our only hope today lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary spirit and go into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism: Martin Luther King, Jr.

Cowardice asks the question – is it safe? Expediency asks the question – is it politic? Vanity asks the question – is it popular? But conscience asks the question – is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular; but one must take it because it is right: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

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The Mark of the Beast

While 70 % of the worlds population survives on as little as a cup of rice each day, and some even less: and while 1% of the worlds population controls the wealth and abundance of this planet…who then do that 1% serve if not they themselves? And whose way of life are we asked to defend? Of the remaining29%…who do we serve…the one…or the many? Are we soldiers of oppression or soldiers of truth…because it is we who stand in the worldly gap between the one and the many?

E Pluribus Unum means “out of the many came the one.” If this 1%, the self designated privileged few had anyone’s best interest in mind but their own, then why have we seen the rise in so many billionaires? Only a few decades ago it was a great thing to be a millionaire, but now that time has passed and the world is now seeing the wealth of these rise into the tens of billions while the ranks of those who have little or nothing continues to grow. What little these privileged few have shared has only been for the purpose of gaining more for themselves, or protecting what they have. The lives of the multitudes have been forced to rejoice in the few because they depend upon these few to supply them with even their very most basic needs, needs that were created by the greed of these privileged few.

6 is the number for man… “And on the sixth day, God created Man…” 600 is therefore a multitude of men, (out of the many). “Threescore” or 60 is taken from a root word, “suws” or “siys” meaning to rejoice, be bright, , make mirth, joy… And again…6…the number of man…as in one man… “The one..” What then have we except a” multitude of men” (600) who are “rejoicing” (threescore) in “one man” (6)… 666…not one man who is God, or the Son of God, or Immanuel…but rather simply and merely… one man? For “out of the many, came the one.” Which translated into Latin is “E Pluribus Unum.” A man who must always make preparation, the sixth day of the week being the day of preparation, and a man who is neither complete nor whole as Christ was.

Yet Christ was the anointed “One”. He did not come, but was sent. Divinity veiled in humanity, who “was sent for” the “many,” prepared from before the foundation of the world… predestined and already complete and whole. He is the sacred 777 and what He finished also is complete, needing nothing else to finish His work. What He finished set us at liberty, making us free, serving Gods justice, uniting us in His love, and giving us peace with that very same God who created us, for all eternity. All that is required from us is to humble ourselves and claim what He finished, never having to defend our decision to do so, nor our desire for such. And once claimed, never having to worry about losing it if it comes under attack. It is already defended…by the same truth that set us free. All that can attack it are lies that attempt to create fear and doubt… the tools of Satan in order to set himself up as ruler of this world. But truth is stronger than even this.

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The Tears of a Clown

NEWS YOU WON’T FIND ON CNN

A View Of Iraq From A SoldierSpeech to the “Out of Iraq” Congressional Caucus on July 19, 2005By John Bruhns
Click here to watch Congresswoman Marcy Kaptur, read this letter into the congressional record08/03/05 “ICH” — – I am a concerned veteran of the Iraq War. I am not an expert on the vast and wide range of issues throughout the political spectrum, but I can offer some first hand experience of the war in Iraq through the eyes of a soldier. My view of the situation in Iraq will differ from what the American People are being told by the Bush Administration. The purpose of this message is to voice my concern that we were misled into war and continue to be misled about the situation! in Iraq every day. My opinions on this matter come from what I witnessed in Iraq personally. George Bush and his political advisors have been successful in presenting a false image to the American people that Saddam Hussein was an “imminent” threat to the security of the United States. We were told that there was overwhelming evidence that Saddam Hussein possessed a massive WMD program, and some members of the Bush Administration even hinted that Saddam may have been involved in the 9/11 attacks. We now know most of the information given to us by the current Administration concerning Iraq, if not all the information, was false. This was information given to the American people to justify a war. The information about weapons of mass destruction and a link to Osama Bin Laden scared the American people into supporting the war in Iraq. They presented an atmosphere of intimidation that suggested if we did not act immediately there was the possibility of another ! attack. Bush said himself that we do not want the proof or the smoking gun to come in the form of a “mushroom cloud.” Donald Rumsfeld said, “We know where the weapons are.” After 9/11, comments like this proved to be a successful scare tactic to use on the American People to rally support for the invasion. Members of the Bush Administration created an image of “wine and roses” in terms of the aftermath of the war. Vice-President Dick Cheney said American troops would be greeted as “liberators.” And there was a false perception created that we would go into Iraq and implement a democratic government and it would be over more sooner than later. The White House also expressed confidence that the alleged WMD program would be found once we invaded. I participated in the invasion, stayed in Iraq for a year afterward, and what I witnessed was the total opposite of what President Bush and his Administration stated to the American People. The invasion was very confusing, and so was the period of time I spent in Iraq afterward. At first it did seem as if some of the Iraqi people were happy to be rid of Saddam Hussein. But that was only for a short period of time. Shortly after Saddam’s regime fell, the Shiite Muslims in Iraq conducted a pilgrimage to Karbala, a pilgrimage prohibited by Saddam while he was in power. As I witnessed the ! Shiite pilgrimage, which was a new freedom that we provided to them, they used the pilgrimage to protest our presence in their country. I watched as they beat themselves over the head with sticks until they bled, and screamed at us in anger to leave their country. Some even carried signs that stated, “No Saddam, No America.” These were people that Saddam oppressed; they were his enemies. To me, it seemed they hated us more than him. At that moment I knew it was going to be a very long deployment. I realized that I was not being greeted as a liberator. I became overwhelmed with fear because I felt I never would be viewed that way by the Iraqi people. As a soldier this concerned me. Because if they did not view me as a liberator, then what did they view me as? I felt that they viewed me as foreign occupier of their land. That led me to believe very early on that I was going to have a fight on my hands.During my year in Iraq I had many altercations with the so-called “insurgency.” I found the insurgency I saw to be quite different from the insurgency described to the American people by the Bush Administration, the media, and other supporters of the war. There is no doubt in my mind there are foreigners from other surrounding countries in Iraq. Anyone in the Middle East who hates America now has the opportunity to kill Americans because there are roughly 140,000 US troops in Iraq. But the bulk of the insurgency I faced was primarily the people of Iraq who were attacking us as a reaction to what they felt was an occupation of their country. I was engaged actively in urban combat in the Abu Ghraib area west of Baghdad. Many of the people who were attacking me were the poor people of Iraq. They were definitely not members of Al Qaeda, left over Baath Party members, and they were not former members of Saddam’s regime. They were just your average Iraqi civilian who wanted us out of their country. On October 31st, 2003, the people of Abu Ghraib organized a large uprising against us. They launched a massive assault on our compound in the area. We were attacked with AK-47 machine guns, RPGs and mortars. Thousands of people took to the streets to attack us. As the riot unfolded before my eyes, I realized these were just the people who lived there. There were men, women, and children participating. Some of the Iraqi protesters were even carrying pictures of Saddam Hussein. My battalion fought back with everything we had and eventually shut down the uprising. So while President Bush speaks of freedom and liberation of the Iraqi people, I find his statements are not credible after witnessing events such as these. During the violence that day I felt so much fear throughout my entire body. I remember going home that night and praying to God, thanking him that I was still alive. A few months earlier President Bush made the statement, “Bring it on” when referring to the attacks on Americans by the insurgency. To me, that felt like a personal invitation to the insurgents to attack me and my friends who desperately wanted to make it home alive.I did my job well in Iraq. During the deployment, my superiors promoted me to the rank of sergeant. I was made a rifle team leader and was put in charge of other soldiers when we carried out missions. My time as a Team Leader in Iraq was temporarily interrupted when I was sent to the “Green Zone” in Baghdad to train the Iraqi army. I was more than happy to do it because we were being told that in order for us to get out of Iraq completely the Iraqi military would have to be able to take over all security operations. The training of the Iraqi Army became a huge concern of mine. During the time I trained! them, their basic training was only one week long. We showed them some basic drill and ceremony such as marching and saluting. When it came time for weapons training, we gave each Iraqi recruit an AK-47 and just let them shoot it. They did not even have to qualify by hitting a target. All they had to do was pull the trigger. I was instructed by my superiors to stand directly behind them with caution while they were shooting just in case they tried to turn the weapon on us so we could stop them. Once they graduated from basic training, the Iraqi soldiers in a way became part of our battalion and we would take them on missions with us. But we never let them know where we were going, because we were afraid some of them might tip off the insurgency that we were coming and we would walk directly into an ambush. When they would get into formation prior to the missions we made them a part of, they would cover their faces so the people of their communities did not identify them as being affiliated with the American troops. Not that long ago President Bush made a statement at Fort Bragg when he addressed the nation about the war in Iraq. He said we would “stand down” when the Iraqi military is ready to “stand up.” My experience with the new Iraqi military tells me we won’t be coming home for a long time if that’s the case.I left Iraq on February 27, 2004 and I acknowledge a lot may have changed since then, but I find it hard to believe the Iraqi people are any happier now than they were when was I was there. I remember the day I left there were hundreds of Iraqis in the streets outside the compound that I lived in. They watched as we moved out to the Baghdad Airport to finally go home. The Iraqis cheered, clapped, and shouted with joy as we were le! aving. As a soldier, that hurt me inside because I thought I was supposed to be fighting for their freedom. I saw many people die for that cause, but that is not how the Iraqi people looked at it. They viewed me as a foreign occupier and many of the people of Iraq may have even preferred Saddam to the American soldiers. I feel this way because of the consistent attacks on me and my fellow soldiers by the Iraqi people, who felt they were fighting for their homeland. To us the mission turned into a quest for survival. I wish I could provide an answer to this mess. I wish I knew of a realistic way to get our troops home. But we are very limited in our options in my opinion. If we pull out immediately, it’s likely the Iraqi security forces will not be able to provide stability on their own. In that event, the new Iraqi government could possibly be overthrown. The other option would be to reduce our troop numbers and have a gradual pullout. That is very risky because it seems that even with the current number of troops the violence still continues. With a significant troop reduction, there is a strong possibility the violence and attacks on US and coalition forces could escalate and get even worse. In my opinion, that is more of a certainty. And then there is the option that President Bush brings to the table which is to “Stay the Course.” That means more years of bloodshed and a lot more lives to be lost. Also, it will aggravate the growing opposition to the US presence in Iraq throughout the region and that could very well recruit more extremists to join terror organizations that will infiltrate into Iraq and kill more US troops. So it does not seem to me we have a realistic solution, and that frightens me. It has become very obvious that we have a serious dilemma that needs to be resolved as soon as possible to end the ongoing violence in Iraq. But how do we end it is the question? We must always support the troops. If there were a situation in which the United States is attacked again by a legitimate enemy, they are the people who are going to risk their lives to protect us and our freedom. In my opinion, the best way to support them now is to bring them home with the honor and respect they deserve. In closing, I ask that we never forget why this war started. The Bush Administration cried weapons of mass destruction and a link to Al Queda. We know that this is false and the Bush administration concedes it as well. As a soldier who fought in that war, I feel misled. I feel that I was sent off to fight for a cause that never existed. When I joined the military I did so to defend the United States of America, not to be sent off to a part of the world to fight people who never attacked me or my country. Many have died as a result of this. The people who started this war need to start being honest with t! he American people and take responsibility for their actions. More than anything, they need to stop saying everything is rosy and create a solution to this problem they created.Thank you for hearing me out. God Bless our great nation, the United States of America. John Bruhns
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Mine Eyes Have Seen

Make no mistake, the real enemies are lies disguised as truth creating doubt and fear. It is these lies that create the causes that each man is reluctantly forced to take sides with in order that pride shall cover their fear…the true darkness… the cry behind which each man stands on the same killing fields as his brother, his neighbor, while God rips that pride from his heart and the desire to ever kill again those whom he shall never know. Yet it is these causes that will judge the motives and intent of every man.

This will not be just a war, but it will be a moment by moment decision between two brothers who oppose each other, pitted against each other in fear by the cause they were sold which fills them with pride in order that their fear remain hidden… each trying to survive on the same piece of land, ready and willing to kill for it, or even die for it. Multiply this by the thousands, and then by the millions, and even perhaps, billions. It is the same decision that is inside us all between what is of this world and what is greater than this world.

Hatred and love, selfishness and self sacrifice are all intertwined in a bloodlust that is disguised in a cacophony of names and ideals, beliefs and dreams, visions and ambitions and causes more confusing than the battles or wars themselves.

No man shall ever be a victor here. It’s only the cause that seems to win, the ideal, the vision or dream while the ground is baptized in the blood of those so hell-bent on dieing for it; an ideal, that no matter how much blood is shed for it may very well die one day itself: Democracy, freedom, unity, liberty, stability, the pursuit of happiness and even world peace. These have become merely bywords for the greed and lusts for power and riches of some men; the causes by which they make good men to fight, multiplying their fears, selling them lies, buying their loyalty, giving to these men a royal motive behind which each man is required to stand that his pride shall sit on the throne of God in fear that it is not God who has been invited to sit there.

Yet, there should be only one cause that draws men together, not in battle against one another, but for the learning of good…One word that men should be willing to die for in order that they might live…truth.

God’s cause is to seek justice, not vengeance, to rebuke the oppressor, not wage war against him, to defend or vindicate the fatherless, not create them, or rather than fixing blame on them in order to condemn, and finally, to plead for the widows and the orphans as advocates rather than pretending they don’t exist or that they are someone else’s problem, or creating them through more wars. This can only be done by embracing the truth, by embracing that which agrees with the final reality. By this cause we should stand, and any other is a false cause, a worldly pretense that deceives men into thinking they are doing righteousness. These false causes are the way of the world and are merely a pretense for the lusts and greed of some men. They may seem right to man, but only lead to his destruction.

The destruction wrought by wars that are based upon false causes, based upon the greed of a few, that continue the corruption of man leaves a swath of death in its path…not just of the flesh, but of the spirit and soul as well.

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My Brother’s Keeper

“If anyone sees his brother sinning a sin which does not lead to death, he will ask, and He will give him life for those who commit sin not leading to death. There is sin leading to death. I do not say that he should pray about that. All unrighteousness is sin, and there is sin that does not lead to death.” I John 5: 16, 17.

I cannot sit by idly, praying in the face of this deadly sin. This is not a time to pray but a time to speak.

To everything there is a purpose under heaven…
…A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak. Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 7
Therefore, the prudent keep silent at that time,
For it is an evil time.
Seek good and not evil,
That you may live;
So the LORD God of hosts will be with you,
As you have spoken. Amos 5: 13, 14

“Actions are held to be good or bad, not on their own merits, but according to who does them. There is almost no kind of outrage—–torture, imprisonment without trial, assassination, the bombing of civilians—–which does not change its moral color when it is committed by ‘our’ side. . The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.”: George Orwell

“Thou shalt not kill.” There are no exceptions to this rule. “If any man sheds mans blood, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God He made man.”

 

These words were spoken by the Almighty and were said by Him after the fall of man in Eden. They were spoken as a rebuke to all mankind…not just Americans, or Arabs, or Jews…but all mankind. God is not a respecter of persons. They were intended to address the violence and corruption in the world, both before the Great Flood, and after. It is an immutable commandment with no exceptions given. Those who shed blood are they that reject Christ and the way in which He taught us. Christ shed His blood so that no other blood need be shed…nor is worthy to be for the purpose it was anointed. And any man that does not speak out for that truth is just as guilty of that shed blood as though he had shed it himself. Christ did not set us at liberty through the shedding of His blood so that we would kill each other in order to hold onto it…it is only the greed for gain that man kills for.

“For what shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?
Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?” Mark 8: 36, 37.

He will guard the feet of His saints,
But the wicked shall be silent in darkness. I Samuel 2:9

Can you kill someone then, as God often commanded His people to do, without shedding blood? Yes, by making them aware of their sins, they become dead in their sins…shame leaves us empty inside… and in need of God for salvation by the shed blood of Jesus Christ. Where then is the manifestation of the conscious bearing thoughts, the plea stricken voice of those who have taken up God’s cause? Thou shalt not take (in relationship to oneself) the Lord thy God’s name (character) in vain (without taking up His cause). Shame on us!

That my God is the author of diversity is true. All of nature testifies of it. But do the clouds fight to remain united with the sky? Does the earth do battle with the tree that’s planted in it? Does the dry land wage war against the roar of the sea? No, they yield to one another.

Even now all created things declare the glory of His excellence. There is nothing, except the selfish heart of man that lives unto itself. No bird that cleaves the air, no animal that walks upon the ground, but ministers to some other life. There is no leaf of the forest, or lowly blade of grass, but that has its ministry. Every tree and shrub and leaf pours forth that element without which no man nor animal could live; and man and animal, in turn, minister to the life of tree and shrub and leaf. The flowers breathe fragrance and unfold their beauty in blessing to the world. The sun sheds its light to gladden a thousand worlds. The ocean, itself the source of all our springs and fountains, receives the streams from every land, but takes to give. The mists ascending from its bosom fall in showers to water the earth, that it may bring forth and bud: Ellen White, “The Desire of ages.” 1899

Only man, with his so called intellect, prudence, and wisdom puts his ideals and desires and need to survive above all else in creation, including and especially each other, forgetting that death is only the passageway to life.

“For whosoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whosoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel’s will save it.” Mark 8:35

Only man lives like this…carving up the earth…destroying it in the name of progress…killing for what neither belongs to him, nor , at times does he even need…yet he claims these things for himself, while at the same time claiming to be “under God” who is the Creator and Possessor of all. He adds to this a lofty cause or ideal that stirs up the hearts of other men to do his dirty work, while he himself has no heart of his own. In his selfishness, his desire, his doubt, and his fear, he has become an instrument of Satan in order to do the works of the devil. Sitting far from the battlefield, these are men who cannot create one blade of grass, or any other living thing for that matter, but in all they create, death and destruction follows in his path. Dead works in which there is no life…dead works in which life is destroyed in order to create them and feed his lusts wearing out the earth like an old cloth.

Then, what is the heart of man?

That all men (and women) are created equal is true, but that does not mean that all men are created identical. That equal means identical is a lie. Compliance with the laws and adventures of man and his rulers, when it knowingly goes against the laws of God is nothing short of taking the mark of the beast that pursues the injustices of a worldly kingdom.

When God created Eve, he created a partner for Adam equal to himself…Two diverse individuals, yet equally sharing God’s love in which they were created. It is God’s love that made them equal.

For some men to impose their identical ideals, thoughts, visions, dreams and ambitions on anyone…or any nation…by coercion, intimidation, force, or fear, or even through the enactment of laws of any kind is an attempt to lord these same things over men in an effort to compel others to become identical to them; to usurp Gods love as instruments of Satan, begetting instruments of Satan through the introduction of lies that create doubt and fear, which are the true causes of violence and corruption. The highest form of worship is to imitate the one who is worshipped…whether it be governments, powers, or principalities…apart from God and His ways, it is the worship of the devil.

Eve offering Adam the same fruit in which she ate, and Adam accepting it, knowing full well that it was not what God desired. It is an attempt to defy Christ’s words when He said… “In My Fathers house there are many mansions,” or the words of Paul… “There are diversities of ministries…but the same Lord”… “There are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit”… “And there are diversities of activities; but it is the same God who works all in all.” Or even that God made some to be honored and some to be dishonored…so who are we to say “why have you made me this way.” He made some to laugh and some to cry…some to be rich and some to be poor…some to lead and some to follow…some to sow and some to reap.

If these ideals, these causes, these visions are equal to those of God, then we are reflecting His image and doing what is according to His Word and according to His will. But these manufactured causes are often not in equality with God’s. They are only disguised as though they were. The very loftiness and ambition of their nature testifies where they are from. They test the true nature of men just as surely as Satan tempted Christ in the wilderness “For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into apostles of Christ. And no wonder! For Satan himself transforms himself into an angel of light.”

These causes are not for the purpose of teaching the voluntary act of love…but are for the oppression of other men through the deceit of a manufactured cause and for the sake of gain for a few. There is really nothing to rule and lord over in this world except for other men who are all created equal.It is usually propagated by lies, disguised as truth, to create a fear making wars that only shift power from the hands of a select to the hands of a different select; whoever creates a better cause worth fighting for. What is worse is that the men who pursue these lies believe them, preferring to believe they are more noble, worthy and good and that their intentions, visions, ambitions, ideals, and goals are what is best for the human race. If that were so, then what do they fear, and why do they try to deceive except in an effort to protect thei lofty place.

Only God is good. Indeed, let God be true but every man a liar. As it is written: “That You may be justified in Your words, and may overcome when You are judged.” Romans 3:4

What then? Are we better than they? Not at all. For we have previously charged both Jewes and Greeks that they are all under sin.

As it is written:

“There are none righteous, no, not one; There is none who understands; There is none who seeks after God. They have all turned aside; They have together become unprofitable; There are none who does good, no, not one.”

Their throat is an open tomb (grave); With their tongue they have practiced deceit; The poison of asps is under their lips; Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness.

Their feet are swift to shed blood; Destruction and misery are in their ways; And the way of peace they have not known. Their is no fear of God before their eyes.” Romans 3: 11-18.

Fear is a powerful and dangerous force. Men who create fear through lies are the same ones who use liberty as a cloak for covetousness. The soldier on the battle field gains nothing except to win or loose with his blood the cause he was sold. But when it’s over all will suffer except those who have gained the most power with the money or blood they used to buy it, or the cause they gathered men around. Over time even those causes fought for may, or will soon die or be killed. In the end all will have to give an account.

The founding fathers of this nation…America…The United States…are rolling over in their graves while the elitist few have their way. Their evilness disguised as good intentions have led this nation down its path to ruin.

If there is one principle more deeply rooted in the mind of every American, it is that we should have nothing to do with conquest: -Thomas Jefferson

How you can win the population for war: At first, the statesman will invent cheap lying, that impute the guilt of the attacked nation, and each person will be happy over this deceit that calm the conscience. It will study it detailed and refuse to test arguments of the other opinion. So he will convince step for step even there from that the war is just and thank God, that he, after this process of grotesque even deceit, can sleep better: Mark Twain

“One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.” This is our pledge that we attempt to fulfill while the leaders of the so called free world enrich themselves on it by heaping its rewards to themselves through their conquests.

Though we are one nation, and claim in our pledge to be indivisible, our leaders have divided us in an effort to subjugate us to their agenda of power and greed. This is in essence, shoving our own pledge in our own faces so that some may benefit while lives and love are torn apart. It has been the way of some men throughout the history of man without ever learning a thing; because “We the People” insist on putting our decisions in the hands of anybody other than ourselves. By doing this, it gives us someone to blame, and as long as we are willing to pay someone to blame, we give them free reign to do as they please…as long as you or I don’t have to take responsibility and can hold others responsible in the end. But we all share in the blame. Everyone who keeps silent, allowing it to continue while their conscience says it is wrong shares in the blame. And then we will cover our mouths and say, “How did things get this way?”

 

Yet if we followed the golden rule to love one another as Christ loved us, with truth spoken, then all should be as concerned for his or her neighbors salvation as much as they are for their own. Love thy neighbor as thyself.

War is not the price for peace. “One” has already shed the blood for our peace with God, for which no other blood needs to be shed, nor is worthy to be, “once and for all.” And without peace with God, there will never be peace on this earth. “One” has already set men at liberty through the forgiveness of sin. Upon His cross he said, “It is finished.” But those who create the visions, the dreams, the causes, the ideals, by which they hope to rule over what God has already set free, are usurpers to the forgiveness which God has designed that all mankind should benefit from, selling a false doctrine of worldly peace that excludes the God of our fathers and makes for themselves the title of “god, lord, ruler,” by the destruction of their wars. This is Baal, and all that worship this falsehood worship a false god, a false prophet. These men tally up the cost for their peace in human lives lost and blood shed to consolidate or transfer the power that they crave with greed, flown in on the wings of a worldly vision and then sold to the masses who then buy it with their blood, or the blood of their neighbor.

One day, a final battle will be fought; one that will so sicken men by its brutality, that the smell will be fixed in his soul forever, an odor no mans lust can erase; or that any man’s cause or vision or ideal or difference can ever bring him to lift up his hand in anger or vengeance or hatred against his fellow human, his neighbor, his brother, ever again. This olfactory smell can only bring to recall an agony so sharp, an inherited piercing of the soul so deep, that it can never, ever again be ignored because of the words of men or the thoughts of self. It will be a remembrance that is so deep in the earth and in our thoughts that it will make a soul cringe at the very thought of ever taking another life rather than forgiving it, or of ever lifting a hand up in anger against its neighbor, friend, or brother from this race we call humanity. It will cry out from the very ground we stand on; the very ground that has soaked up the blood from countless lives in days gone by of endless wars, forgiven, but not forgotten; from the multitude of kindred souls crying up, “never again. It is finished. It is enough.”

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the LORD.

Now we know that whatever the law says, it is written to those who are under the law, that every mouth may be stopped, and all the world may become guilty before God. Therefore, by the deeds of the law no flesh shall be justified in His sight, for by the law is the knowledge of sin. Romans 3:19,20.

America has no mandate by God to judge or condemn the way of life of any other nation. What intentions its administrators have is nothing short of imposing a way of life that is foreign to that nation and to which God intends… and then lording over it with its laws.

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A False Vision By a Fasle Prophet

Then I said, “Ah, LORD GOD! Behold, the prophets say to them, ‘You shall not see the sword, nor shall you have famine, but I will give you assured peace in this place.’”

And the LORD said to me, “The prophets prophecy lies in My name. I have not sent them, nor spoken to them; they prophesy to you a false vision, divination (oracle), a worthless thing, and the deceit of their heart.

“Therefore thus says the LORD concerning the prophets who prophesy in My name, whom I did not send, and who say, ‘Sword and famine shall not be in this land’ —’By sword and famine those prophets shall be consumed.” Jeremiah 14:14-17.

America, nor the administration of George W. Bush have a mandate by God to lead the world in democracy. Democracy is a false gospel that takes GOD out of government. Our present administration, its corporate backers, nor its military have any authority to judge or condemn the way of life of any other nation or its people. What intentions these administrators have is nothing short of attempting to impose their will and a way of life that is foreign to another nations people and possibly to that of which GOD intended for them. It attempts to lord over them with laws to which it does not even abide by itself for the purpose of robbing that nations resources and controlling what is not theirs to rightfully control.

GOD’S grace was given not to impose His love…but that it should be received willingly. That is the difference between the doctrine Christ taught…and the false doctrine of democracy which is spread through force, corruption, bribery and death. If it were so grand…all nations would desire it…including their leaders. But that we, Americans, see that this experiment called democracy, has done little else but lift a select few into power, forcing a multitude to suffer while the few pursue happiness at their expense.

The affect that this will have on the American people will bring to nothing these administrators’ promise of peace and safety. While they pursue their lofty vision, they are creating enemies for America because of our silence.

The responsibility we share for Islamist shock and awe…Citizens in democracies will be held to account for what is done in their name,By Peter Wilby

How do you prosecute a war against the US and Britain? Muslims fight us on their own soil, but why should they not carry the fight to our homelands as we carry it to theirs? They do not possess the aircraft to fly over Washington and London and carry out “precision bombing”. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article9682.htmhttp://snipurl.com/gr3o

 

Bush’s dirty war – By Sidney Blumenthal

Bush’s dirty war is having a counterproductive effect, just as dirty wars did in Vietnam, Algeria and Argentina. For every militant abused or killed, a community of like-minded militants is inspired. Hatred, resentment and vengeance are the natural outcomes. There has never been a victory through a dirty war over these forces. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article9681.htmhttp://snipurl.com/gr3p

 

Blood and Gravy

The war on Iraq is “largely a matter of loot” – By Chris Floyd

Although Halliburton has already entered the American lexicon as a byword for rampant cronyism, the true extent of its dense and deadly web of graft is only now emerging, most recently in a remarkable public hearing that revealed some of the corporation’s standard business practices in Iraq: fraud, extortion, brutality, pilferage, theft — even serving rotten food to U.S. soldiers in the battle zone. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article9678.htmhttp://snipurl.com/gr3q

 

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DISSENT IN AMERICA

Exerpt from:

“Dissent In America…if you don’t love this country, then get the f… out!”

Shortly after the invasion began, a grieving Iraqi father asked, “Why didn’t the British and American people stop their leaders from doing this?” He had a right to be asking this question that goes beyond the obvious one. Those that live under repression in military or police dictatorships, or under totalitarian regimes, have scant chance to stop their leaders from doing anything. He is well aware of the glorified traditions of law in Great Britain and the United States, and the legendary freedoms enjoyed in these countries. Certainly he would have been in no position to stop his own leader from doing anything. But the people of Great Britain and the United States? Surely they could have done something, he thinks. If only for this father, at this time, in this country, dissent is the only real badge of honor one can wear…

…So look what we have here. On one side there is the federal government – Bush and all his “earned political capital” from the statistical tie, Senators Schumer and Clinton who didn’t oppose the war when it might have done some good, and still can’t seem to oppose it, Congressman Sweeney, touchingly sensitive to the plight of horses yet mute on the life and death of Iraqis (and to think, we’re this close to Congressman Hinchey) – this imbalance of power that justifies the unjustifiable, so that the war will seem worth it, the fight a good one, the lives lost not in vain.

On the other side, there are a few people standing on corners and in parks, doing what you would be doing if you believed that any life lost in service to an unprovoked act of aggression, a grab, an investment, is a life lost in vain. They’re protesting.

James Rothenberg. Copyright: James Rothenberg

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The Fish in the Bowl

By the Hughman1

Who can take from a man what he’s gained or what he’s done, where he’s been, what he’s learned, or what God has made him.

The world seems to think that it has the answers for another man’s success. They may even tag him a failure because he won’t buy their ideas, especially when all around him so much misery seems t o be starring him down.

In a fishbowl, separated by their distorted views, he sits in silence, w atching as the world rushes buy, too damn busy to take a moment to wonder w hat their hurry is… or perhaps too afraid to stop because they know the reason why.

Blinded by desires that sooth not the inward parts, their frantic race i s a search for more of what they’ll never find. They seem to toil endlessly for luxuries and comforts so as to appear to others that they have what it takes to be a success, but the y miss this golden opportunity, this time called life.

This trampled path is well worn and wide as an ocean, littered with decay ing carcasses, old bones, and ash. While it appears to lead somewhere, i t goes no where forever. There are many who go this wide way. There are man y who have been. And yet, the man they sit in judgment of is one who by his fa ith in God and the sweat of his brow, has attained his bowl of happiness.

Content, this man sits behind the glass, humble in his watery womb. But t he world that sees him by a distorted view are envious amid their torturo us ruin, and even this, they try to snatch away from him.

As they sit atop their heap of ravaged souls, clutching in their hand som e gleaming prize of more, they are giddy with their sickly laughter. The y scan the landscape all around, of wasted efforts and unrealized hope i n a desperate search for more of what they’ll never know.

What is that on the far horizon; that glimmer of light; that smile; that f aith; that ray of hope? Never satisfied and too foolish to understand, j ealousy overrules their soul as they scheme inside themselves for how t o remove the fish from the bowl.

So as you enter your own field of dreams, be careful, because in that same field are many disappointments too. Wishes and desires can seem to rush by like strangers in a crowd. They can quite easily whisk you off your fee t as you attempt to reach out and grasp something that can all too easily s lip right through your fingers if you squeeze too tightly.

These same wishes and desires can also bob around like soap bubbles, cau sing your head to twist around in a direction that your body fails to foll ow, separating you from yourself in vain attempts to capture what is not yours to own.

Be careful in that place of dreams. Fix your eyes on One, stretch out your hand, and let it float down slowly into the palm of it, curl your fingers g ently round it, careful not to crush. Now hold it to your heart, never let ting go. For in this field of dreams with many lofty words, there are also many disappointments mingled with much vanity.
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Cartoon of the Week

George W Bush says many powerful and insightful things. See if you can find one of them in this political cartoon. http://www.doodie.com/george_bush_political_cartoon_animatio n.php posted by hugh lipsius

God’s Checks and Balances

On the Level Plain Called Time I Stand In Full View of Eternity By Hugh K. Lipsius   On the level plain called time I stand. The place where eternity exists a nd all things happen at once, or for once, all things happen at the same time.   I seem to toe this line. One side of this plain is called forever, where past and future meet, where blue skies everyday dull the senses, but where cloudy days show the diversity that we all exi st in. Its a place where heaven and hell meet or a place to meet heaven and h ell, I’m never quite certain. It’s the diversity between man and God, or the man and God who are so diverse.  The other side is called yesterday, today, and tomorrow, where ashes turn to gems, where new life continuously springs forth fr om the dead leaves of life’s past. Its a place where dust becomes real, cr eating man, and something is made from nothing…a void we call our mind s…nothing and emptiness in which is created our everyday reality. With the seeds of our past that are planted today , tomorrow’s possibilities are born.  But I know this is the place that ‘ I ‘ stand…right or wrong, good or bad, past, present, or future; yesterday, today, or tomorrow… we all stand in it in part or in whole forever.  Since the beginning of the written history, when memory was created for man and mankind, including women and womankind, as well as all children (off-spring) too, there has been a struggle. Its a struggle that seems t o wax and wane according to the goodness or evilness that is continuousl y implanted into us according to the times we live in  by God or by man. But its a struggle we all face never-the-less, and is for us to reconcil e, to come to terms with somewhere in our lives.  Sometimes the few, most of the time those few… the ones we think have it all…seem to be winning according to what is implanted into our lives.  A shame, or a necessity, I’m never quite sure but they have always appea red to have the upper hand all down through history according to the way h istory has been told…at least for a lifetime, a time that we as individuals are led to believe it because we are led so that we might believe. It beco mes the reality of the void of our mind by the thoughts that are created. T he reality out of the void…the man, woman, or child created out of the d ust…our  heaven and earth created out of the darkness of void.  Of course, I’m sure it’s because some have a price they can be bribed for, purchased for, sold for, or in some way th eir loyalty coerced because they have grown weary of the suffering imposed upon by opposition for having chosen another way… the way of the few in opposition to the many.  Our natural instinct for self-preservation alone may not always be enoug h. The temptation of self-glorification is a far greater advantage bec ause it sets a soul far above the souls of the many, but history says its on ly for the few…the dross that must rise to the top through the coercion that enslaves the reality of the many despite their own desire for glory .  This is where many would like to be, with the political capital to ride o ut any storm for their lifetime, and yet they may still find themselves pushed away into the masses beca use they were deceived by an even greater few who have learned the scienc e of self-glorification to such a degree that they are able to use it to de ceive this multitude.  Of course!!! The world, our hearts are filled with deceit! We would like to think ourselves greater than, rather than equ al to the lowliest of men…closer to God rather than closer to common ma n.  Unfortunately, this theory has its flaws. History will tell you exactl y what these flaws are. When a ruling class becomes so fearful of loosing their status, they make every attempt to draw as many men, women and chil dren to their death as possible. To push them down and trample their live s back into the dust, the void, the nothingness they were created from.  But fearful is the word. Its only natural according to the ways of man. The suicidal law that says , “if I go down, I want company, because I am  afraid to go down alone, so this will go down before me.”   Every empire ended in this way before a new empire, to end in the same way, came into power. But what was it that brought these empires to their end?  It was never about money or riches, because vast fortunes were gathered , hoarded, squirreled away by the few well before the battle began. It was never about land, because vast amo unts of it were always conquered and owned and held by the few. It was never about the insulation of laws or the loyalties of governanc e…these could be bought or sold and manipulated, and these, unfortun ately, established the next layer of deceit. It was never about the people who fought and suffered and died, because 9 times out of 10, they gained nothing.  So what was it that brought these empires to their end? What was the purpo se for their existence? What was the purpose for their inevitable end.. .their defeat?  Was it for the glory that a few sought for themselves?  Yes. But they learned the deceit that  was always known by the many.  These many gave, they suffered, and they died for the few who cared nothi ng for them.  So what was it for?  It was for truth!!! To teach it to the fallen few of humanity!!! These are  the true checks and balances as humanity and its evilness or goodness w axes and wanes!!! In the realities of the minds of men,Truth does not become truth until al l efforts are exhausted to prove it otherwise!!!! The multitudes know this truth… that they are man and are no gods. That they share all things in common, no matter who they are.  So why are the few so slow to realize it?   When the masses finally realized the truth, they put away their pride. When they finally reali zed that the fight, the struggle, the suffering they were at once enduri ng was not about or for them, but was only to keep in power a class of people who cared nothing for them except that they, the masses, might fight, ki ll, and die at the expense of everything so these few could maintain what they so desired…control, power, possession, in order to maintain de ceit…then their fight stopped. Unfortunately, this has always requ ired a tremendous amount of death and destruction…because the rulin g class is so ignorant…so much that the masses grow weary of their igno rance, and weary of fighting their continuous battles because these fe w will not learn that they belong down here on the level plain with the res t of humanity.  This is the battle that has raged all down through the ages. And yet, I per ceive its end here in America.  Why?  Because we are the wretched refuse yearning to be free. We know the truth and are no longer deceived by the lie. We have seen our own world’s histor y and it is ours.  We may not come out against this suffering all at once. We may not even com e out against it until we have no other choice…but we will come out and k ick them in their feeble knees until they collapse under the weight of th e burdens of their governance. History also says that we will.  It is God’s providence that those to be governed will withstand great bu rdens by those who govern them, but that those who are governed have a poi nt and degree where they will no longer be deceived into thinking that me n are gods over them. Nor will they be governed in that way, especially when those governors supercede the ethics, values, principles, and lastly, the morals of th e peoples whom they govern. If this be so, then the masses will simply walk away only to find it again, or kill the ones who deceived them.  As the founding fathers of the United States of America attempted to put in place laws, articles, acts and self-evident truths to protect the wr etched refuse of the world, God saw the folly of their attempt because it puts this power into man’s own hands, apart from God, and according to our own thoughts and devices. We have become what once was a nation indivisible, to one that has become as divided as any nation that has ever existed upon this earth. A nation whose class divides are o n a level never before seen.  Whose Laws then have become truths, fulfilling the test of time? Have th e self-evident truths held together, or were they merely words to decei ve us? Certainly not man’s…apart from God’s, no matter how well these attem pted to imitate Him according to the image they created Him to be.  When everything has been done to prove something wrong, but cannot, it m ust finally be accepted as truth. If the U.S. of America…and their form of Democracy and governance are t he last, best hope for humanity…cannot be proven as truth according to its violent and destructive ways…this makes it a lie..proven over and over again… or rather, a perpetual lie. It’s a lie that has been played out by every em pire ever built, and every empire that has come to its inevitable end. We are now on the verge of discovering the truth!!! We may at first see thi s to be ugly…but then…a most beautiful thing to behold!!!  Perhaps, when the God who is Love, who is truth, who is not some physical f orm of ritual, some secluded discourse, some secret mystery, some impo ssible being to get to know, in His most simple, most pure form, becomes in our heart… pure and simple truth, love, ethics, emp athy, compassion, patience, goodness, grace, mercy, peacefulness to all, leaving none without, then perhaps all humanity will have learned its lesson. Perhaps it has already discovered this lesson apart from man’s governa nce which shuns these  things, giving only to a few the  privilege of fulfilling its destiny in the physical form throughout t he universe while robbing humanity of the desire of their heart…which is to care for one another.  No loving Father would give His kingdom over to these few in the universe .  Checks and balances have existed all down through history. This is our lesson book. Look into it! Take your lessons!!! Learn from the ways of redemption and the science that angels desire to look into. Learn from the empires who have fallen before us. No power has been given to mankind for vengeance upon others, for conque st or supremacy. That is the deceit of the lie…but all power has been gi ven to mankind to forgive all, as well as all the powers that belong to thi s…this is the only Godly power that is given to humanity from God. All o ther powers are supplanted, usurped by the few, who create them, and the n claim ownership for them.  Paternal governments, formalized governments, masses who followed, power that was gained, power that was abused, masses who were deceived, masses who by conscience protested, masses who by loyalty followed, ma sses who died, governments who were destroyed…this is the way we cont inue…but should not. It is the checks and balances that keep us at libe rty…at least until we are able to fully appreciate what that liberty i s.   Yet, each time, humanity gains a little more by conscience… though it might be at a greater and greater cost to more and more of these same masses…unless we can learn the lesson sooner. Gradually it is be coming the reality we desire. We have the power…it is given…take hold of it and change the world!! !!  There is nothing new under the sun. What is was, and will be again. This is the way God uses His checks and balances until we latch onto His ways.  According to science, it takes the average man 30 times to repeat someth ing before he finally gets it. #0 times to try and disprove a truth before he finally must accept it. Loo k through history in order to see the end of what now is. Latch onto it toda y in mass, preparing to suffer and perhaps die for it if necessary, or pre pare to live as we were created to live.   If we do, if we wax perfect, our children, and their children after them m ight gain from what we give up…which is the imperfect governance of ma n apart from the spirit of God…which is truth, which is the kindness of His love, found in the grace of eternal forgiveness, and given as the pow er of God for mankind to possess.  This is our hope for the humanity that we all belong to.

A Nation Blind to Their Disgrace

A must watch 4 minute video
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article11799.htm

Like Silt in a River

“What no one seemed to notice . . . was the ever widening gap . . . between the government and the people. . . And it became always wider. . . the whole process of its coming into being, was above all diverting, it provided an excuse not to think for people who did not want to think anyway . . . (it) gave us some dreadful, fundamental things to think about . . .and kept us so busy with continuous changes and ‘crises’ and so fascinated . . . by the machinations of the ‘national enemies,’ without and within, that we had no time to think about these dreadful things that were growing, little by little, all around us. . . Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, ‘regretted,’ that unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these ‘little measures’. . . must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. . . .Each act is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even talk, alone. You don’t want to ‘go out of your way to make trouble.’ . . . But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves. When everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. . . .You have accepted things you would not have accepted five years ago, a year ago, things your father . . . could never have imagined.” From Milton Mayer, They Thought They Were Free, the Germans, 1938-45 (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1955)

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Dumb As A Fox

DUMB As A Fox By Hugh K. Lipsius

 

Here is Dumb: for a nation to blindly believe that their leaders have their best interest at heart.

 

Here is the fox: to count on that.

 

For the last year or so, our political leaders, whether Republican in loyalty to their leader; or whether Democrat in support of the popular belief of fearfulness, or whether independent because they cannot make up their mind, certain politicians, media, and spin doctors have made known through their own machinations, whether by investigative committee, congressional hearings, or by popular polls, that the security of our nation is at risk and in grave danger of attack.  They have not failed to point out to the world, which includes the enemies of this nation, and especially this nations own people that we are vulnerable and weak at every point.

 

“Our military is stretched too thin throughout the world,” they will say, even though they have created this through their intent.  “Our Homeland security has so many holes in it that a child could infiltrate,” they will profess, even though billions…even trillions are spent on improving it. They will sight facts and figures and circumstances to boggle the mind. There are no ends to the vulnerabilities that they will advertise to the world, even inventing with all imagination every nuance of what could be. Every weakness is exploited and advertised; as though this is something we would wish our enemies, who are growing, to know. Let’s give them a few more ideas, eh! And they continue to do this as though it is in the best interest of every American to know in order to keep us informed so that we can petition our elected officials to do something about it. And then sit back in disgust as we are disappointed by the results.

 

At the same time, our executive administration, i.e. Bush and company, is antagonizing every opposition, every non “New World order Nation” with words of daring and bravado as if to antagonize these so called enemies of our national interest and the power bases they control into acting out against this nation we call the United States of America. They do this also as if to appear superior, but hoping the world will view it as a bluff, while breaking every known international law designed to keep the peace. They threaten nuclear annihilation, with first strike option while disallowing any other nation the right to build in order to defend them selves against our aggression. What daring!!! What arrogance!!! This administration and their minions push, pull, taunt, and bate as if daring anyone and everyone to attack.

 

Why? When it has been established that our economy is on the downslide, our military has no real affect, our dollar is slipping, our leadership has fallen to disillusioned hypocrisy, our nations people are apathetic, our congress is ineffective, our judicial system is a mere farce, our religious institutions are as perverse and corrupt as the system they serve, our homeland is vulnerable, and our ruler is out of touch with reality?

 

Why advertise your weakness while antagonizing your enemy?

 

What makes this even more frightening is that it will take a national crisis to keep the powers that be in power.

 

In other words, if you want to remain in power, you pass many presidential decrees that will give dictatorial powers, while advertising your weaknesses, antagonizing your enemies, and when a national crises appears from this…you assume full control and power over all that this nation does hold…and then you go out and destroy all that stands in your way, even if that means the destruction of the nation you are dictator over.

 Welcome to the beginning of World War Three.

Our Fathers Call Across the Years

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Then the devil, taking Him up on a high mountain, showed Him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time.
And the devil said to Him, All this authority I will give You, and their glory; for this has been delivered to me, and I give it to whomever I wish.
“Therefore, if You will worship before me, all will be Yours.”
And Jesus answered, and said to him, “Get behind Me Satan! For it is written, ‘You shall worship the LORD your God, and Him only shall you serve.‘ “Luke 3: 5-8.

And Moses (drawn out, rescued) built an alter and called its name, The-LORD-Is-My-Banner.
Exodus 17:15.

“For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?” Matthew 16:26

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