The Hebrew Bible speaks of the witch of Endor, who raised the spirits of the dead, including that of the prophet Samuel.
Witchcraft has been around since before Christianity. It is a spiritual practice and we all know what it is to pray. Their incantations are their expressions of hope and acknowledgement of the spirit world.
We should all know what it is to be misunderstood, which is surely what happened to Jesus who was put to death though he committed no crime. Is not that what happened to the accused witches of Salem?
Jesus had no time for dishonest government officials. He doesn’t know them, and if you don’t know that, you don’t know him.
Jesus would be among the first to stand with the witches, for a witch is a wise woman. She is an elder in her community or an old soul. She is spiritual and she can understand patterns of light and darkness that are nothing but shadows to you.
Sunday, October 14, 2018
In Honor Of The Modest Man
Sometimes God selects people to do a job that they don’t seem to be most qualified to do.
In the Bible this is true of Moses, a stutterer who was chosen to speak for the liberation of his people.
The Bible also speaks of the sealed book that cannot be read by the literate man, and neither the unlearned. That places both men at an equal disadvantage. And so the unlearned prophets came to be shown the future revelations that formed two new religions.
Great things can come from unexpected people.
Not only great religions, but great examples of self sacrifice and humbleness can be learned from the most modest of men.
I speak here of my father:
He worked hard, tirelessly,and there was more honor to it than those who were all words. He wasn’t a talker. He quietly went to work each day, working two and sometimes three jobs to support his family. He never finished high school but he taught me to respect his labor and I honor his service to our family. He was a poor man, who served his country and sent home his pay to support his own mother and siblings when she became a widow.
We hear many tales of the destructiveness of some men and women, and it’s time we spoke of the good that is done in the world by modest men and women who get up and serve us each day, by quietly supporting our society and their families. Their good work is not gone unnoticed. We are here because of them.
This is a thank you to my adoptive father. He is gone but never forgotten. 18 years ago he went to heaven. His life reminds me of these words by Jesus Christ:
“many who are first will be last, and many who are last will be first” (Matthew 19:30)
In the Bible this is true of Moses, a stutterer who was chosen to speak for the liberation of his people.
The Bible also speaks of the sealed book that cannot be read by the literate man, and neither the unlearned. That places both men at an equal disadvantage. And so the unlearned prophets came to be shown the future revelations that formed two new religions.
Great things can come from unexpected people.
Not only great religions, but great examples of self sacrifice and humbleness can be learned from the most modest of men.
I speak here of my father:
He worked hard, tirelessly,and there was more honor to it than those who were all words. He wasn’t a talker. He quietly went to work each day, working two and sometimes three jobs to support his family. He never finished high school but he taught me to respect his labor and I honor his service to our family. He was a poor man, who served his country and sent home his pay to support his own mother and siblings when she became a widow.
We hear many tales of the destructiveness of some men and women, and it’s time we spoke of the good that is done in the world by modest men and women who get up and serve us each day, by quietly supporting our society and their families. Their good work is not gone unnoticed. We are here because of them.
This is a thank you to my adoptive father. He is gone but never forgotten. 18 years ago he went to heaven. His life reminds me of these words by Jesus Christ:
“many who are first will be last, and many who are last will be first” (Matthew 19:30)
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
The Best Commentary I’ve Seen Yet on this Sad Sack President
"In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing "Amazing Grace" in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina.
These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.
And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.
The scion of a multi-generational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. Watch him again, behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."
~Charles P. Pierce
These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.
And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.
The scion of a multi-generational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. Watch him again, behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."
~Charles P. Pierce
Sunday, October 7, 2018
The Takedown of America
By the time the Trump administration finishes its first term, liberty and justice will be as perverted as our new Supreme Court Justice!
Those who refused to vote in opposition to these oppressive politicians will now be forced to fight for freedom.
By stacking the court, the crimes of these soulless political hacks will go unpunished.
All branches of government, and the FBI are now seized and there may be no way to remove these people from office.
Playing Russian roulette with your vote has destroyed the dreams of many Americans.
I am speaking to you false Democrats, your zealous idealism has wrought this.
Those who refused to vote in opposition to these oppressive politicians will now be forced to fight for freedom.
By stacking the court, the crimes of these soulless political hacks will go unpunished.
All branches of government, and the FBI are now seized and there may be no way to remove these people from office.
Playing Russian roulette with your vote has destroyed the dreams of many Americans.
I am speaking to you false Democrats, your zealous idealism has wrought this.
Friday, September 7, 2018
Knocking at the Door
Have you ever been afraid to knock on someone’s door?
Were they angry with you, and you came to make amends?
Were you coming to apologize?
What if you were blasted at that moment?
The very moment you were trying to be most sensitive and reach out someone hit you with the red hot lava of boiling anger.
Shakespeare tells this story of a newlywed husband Othello, who in a rage murders his bride, thinking her unfaithful. He was wrong, and no amount of remorse can bring her back to him.
The scarring of such behavior kills both parties to a relationship and Othello takes his own life.
When you knock on a door, you take your chances.
Your higher mind stands behind the door to your consciousness. He too may be angry. Carl Jung found frightening monsters to slay or befriend behind his door.
The famed psychiatrist wrote it all down and had the courage to face his inner demons,
What do you have locked behind your door ?
Who are you really?
Dare you find out?
Were they angry with you, and you came to make amends?
Were you coming to apologize?
What if you were blasted at that moment?
The very moment you were trying to be most sensitive and reach out someone hit you with the red hot lava of boiling anger.
Shakespeare tells this story of a newlywed husband Othello, who in a rage murders his bride, thinking her unfaithful. He was wrong, and no amount of remorse can bring her back to him.
The scarring of such behavior kills both parties to a relationship and Othello takes his own life.
When you knock on a door, you take your chances.
Your higher mind stands behind the door to your consciousness. He too may be angry. Carl Jung found frightening monsters to slay or befriend behind his door.
The famed psychiatrist wrote it all down and had the courage to face his inner demons,
What do you have locked behind your door ?
Who are you really?
Dare you find out?
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Miracle of the Sun
The lights whirled about and grew closer, larger.
All was peaceful and comforting until suddenly they swooped in upon me.
The intensity of the light was too much and I lost consciousness.
At that moment, the Collective light was the only conscious presence in my mind.
This is the pattern of a supernatural visit.
May I offer this as an enlightened explanation of the miracle of the sun.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miracle_of_the_Sun
The people of Fatima saw what they believed to be the sun as it emerged from behind the clouds. It whirled loose from the firmament, put on a dazzling light show and mesmerized the people. But only the enlightened saw this. The sun swooped in and the intensity became almost too much before it returned to the heavens. This is the miracle of the sun.
In my case, this was a visit from the Collective. Their light did not halt and retreat until they had completely merged with and overwhelmed my consciousness.
The pattern is as a tsunami of light, with a swift influx and then departure of brilliant light.
I can imagine how amazing the miracle of the sun must have been to those good souls who were rewarded with this supernatural visit from the Lady of the Rosary.
All was peaceful and comforting until suddenly they swooped in upon me.
The intensity of the light was too much and I lost consciousness.
At that moment, the Collective light was the only conscious presence in my mind.
This is the pattern of a supernatural visit.
May I offer this as an enlightened explanation of the miracle of the sun.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miracle_of_the_Sun
The people of Fatima saw what they believed to be the sun as it emerged from behind the clouds. It whirled loose from the firmament, put on a dazzling light show and mesmerized the people. But only the enlightened saw this. The sun swooped in and the intensity became almost too much before it returned to the heavens. This is the miracle of the sun.
In my case, this was a visit from the Collective. Their light did not halt and retreat until they had completely merged with and overwhelmed my consciousness.
The pattern is as a tsunami of light, with a swift influx and then departure of brilliant light.
I can imagine how amazing the miracle of the sun must have been to those good souls who were rewarded with this supernatural visit from the Lady of the Rosary.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Whirling Dervish
I’ve surmised for many a year that there is an element of Truth in each religion.
I embarked upon a mission to connect them, find the the Truth that links them.
Some years later I was rewarded with the memories of my time in the Light Heavens.
The Light Heavens
One thing I remember is sharing my gifts with the world by whirling several times and pronouncing those attributes to be shared.
I watch the Sufi dervishes and almost cried as I recognized their dance as a devotion to the One creator.
These mystics came to a realization of the whirling through their own path, but recognized it’s Truth!
They knew long before the astronomers that their dance represents the dance of the universe, whirling in harmony to God’s vibration!
I embarked upon a mission to connect them, find the the Truth that links them.
Some years later I was rewarded with the memories of my time in the Light Heavens.
The Light Heavens
One thing I remember is sharing my gifts with the world by whirling several times and pronouncing those attributes to be shared.
I watch the Sufi dervishes and almost cried as I recognized their dance as a devotion to the One creator.
These mystics came to a realization of the whirling through their own path, but recognized it’s Truth!
They knew long before the astronomers that their dance represents the dance of the universe, whirling in harmony to God’s vibration!
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