Anonymous "R"--
My thought on "fireballs" was that...for me anyway, I don't remember hearing the term or having any contact with it, or interest in them until an oft-written of vision I had in St. George in 2004, April 16th; where a major part of the vision involved a dramatic sequence including what I called "fireballs." I began writing about it soon thereafter in the Lamb Cafe and since. Many times I have talked about that vision with Zeph and within a day or two (is all), there is a major report in the news about a "fireball" sighting, which I have taken as a confirmation that it is and will be an issue or event of similar magnitude as I saw in my vision. I agree, it would seem obvious to call the "fireballs", but honestly, I hadn't heard that phrase--that I can remember--at all or much, when I started using it to describe what I "saw".
I'm not claiming to have made up the name. More, I'm taking the now familiar usage of the term to be a further confirmation that "fireballs" are something to be up-close relevant, in a big way, at some point in the nearer, rather than later, future.
There's been "no moving of words around". I've been very clear about it. I'm just being honest about what I saw, reporting it, fwiw--fine, if nothing to you--sharing my thoughts and suppositions as to what it might mean . . . .
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The Big Three, for me
The big three ... for me, when I need to bring it "in", and help the Spirit reach me--in times of stress, or a stretch of necessary materialistic endeavor, ie., day-to-day constant survival mode . . . which is most of the time these days .....
The big three ... are . . . death, God's infinite reality, & gratitude ......
I will choose one or the other, depending on the mood, or need at the time.
For instance, often, at night, when all is quiet in the house, lying there in bed in the dark . . . I find that the mind calms and close to that state just before falling asleep, there is an opening to apprehend in a deeper more profound way, certain realities/realizations . . . and I will contemplate death, my eventual death. For a long time, moving my conscience/consciousness to the inevitable time of my mortal death, has proven exceptionally purifying.
What sort of life do I want to look back upon? Did I spend my days chasing money, status, fame, women, pleasures, diversions, possessions--all but dust to be taken/lost at time of death? Or, did I fight the hard but good fight and try to subdue my body, my ego--serve the Lord, others? What was the majority of my thought, energy, heart and time spent towards, other than the sheer "sweat of the brow" labor necessary to keep body alive? For there WILL be an end. And I want that moment NOT to be one of sad regret and a feeling of having wasted the opportunity of life.
When I put myself at that moment of expiration . . . the finality of it . . . and then look back on my life . . . I feel the importance of having at least tried to be good, to be spiritually minded, to have sought above all God and His truth and revelation, flaws and failures included--at least I struggled to do right.
This locating of consciousness to that forward time, braces me in the present and re-commits me to the daily Walk . . . .
OR, sometimes I just think of God. That He IS! That He was before the beginning--that He IS the beginning . . . and the end . . . . That He is infinite, omniscient, omnipotent . . . and created me . . . and others . . . how wondrous this creation and divine drama . . . . When I feel and think of how HE IS . . . I fall to a state of simple awe and worship and love and devotion to be His . . . .
Or, sometimes I think of all the suffering in the world. I think of how at this very moment, there are innocents in prison . . . being tortured, left alone, great injustices worldwide by the wicked, by the devil . . . and there but for the grace of God go I . . . . My own troubles and struggles I put into perspective against those many that are far more onerous compared to mine . . . and then I think of all that I DO have that is wonderful, which the Lord has provided . . . shelter, food, family, friends . . . and I find a way to be in deep gratitude for it . . . .
These are, for me, the big three . . . methods I choose at times when I feel I am growing hard of heart . . . or faltering . . . or getting lost in too much materialistic thought and action, every day . . . and it seems the Spirit has receded.
At least, for me, these approaches work quite well . . . to bring me back . . . .
Also, I recognize that much of daily life is necessarily spent on material labors--work and effort--"sweat of the brow"--a curse we are under, whereby so much of our time simply must be spent . . . surviving . . . and there is not much to be done about this, though kept in its proper place and not elevated above the purely spiritual purposes of this life. We must forge on, often overwhelmed with the needs of our bodies, of those in our care . . . and just do the best we can, when we can, to keep reconnecting with the Spirit. Sometimes the Spirit simply withdraws, and it is part of God's way to teach us resilience and fortitude . . . to see how we cope--whether we throw in the towel, or redouble our own efforts, Spirit or not . . . .
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I see that "fireballs" continue to light up the sky . . . ie., Nebraska recently and elsewhere . . . and I find it interesting that "fireball" has become the standard term used for these and that they are indeed . . . fire balls . . . .
The big three ... are . . . death, God's infinite reality, & gratitude ......
I will choose one or the other, depending on the mood, or need at the time.
For instance, often, at night, when all is quiet in the house, lying there in bed in the dark . . . I find that the mind calms and close to that state just before falling asleep, there is an opening to apprehend in a deeper more profound way, certain realities/realizations . . . and I will contemplate death, my eventual death. For a long time, moving my conscience/consciousness to the inevitable time of my mortal death, has proven exceptionally purifying.
What sort of life do I want to look back upon? Did I spend my days chasing money, status, fame, women, pleasures, diversions, possessions--all but dust to be taken/lost at time of death? Or, did I fight the hard but good fight and try to subdue my body, my ego--serve the Lord, others? What was the majority of my thought, energy, heart and time spent towards, other than the sheer "sweat of the brow" labor necessary to keep body alive? For there WILL be an end. And I want that moment NOT to be one of sad regret and a feeling of having wasted the opportunity of life.
When I put myself at that moment of expiration . . . the finality of it . . . and then look back on my life . . . I feel the importance of having at least tried to be good, to be spiritually minded, to have sought above all God and His truth and revelation, flaws and failures included--at least I struggled to do right.
This locating of consciousness to that forward time, braces me in the present and re-commits me to the daily Walk . . . .
OR, sometimes I just think of God. That He IS! That He was before the beginning--that He IS the beginning . . . and the end . . . . That He is infinite, omniscient, omnipotent . . . and created me . . . and others . . . how wondrous this creation and divine drama . . . . When I feel and think of how HE IS . . . I fall to a state of simple awe and worship and love and devotion to be His . . . .
Or, sometimes I think of all the suffering in the world. I think of how at this very moment, there are innocents in prison . . . being tortured, left alone, great injustices worldwide by the wicked, by the devil . . . and there but for the grace of God go I . . . . My own troubles and struggles I put into perspective against those many that are far more onerous compared to mine . . . and then I think of all that I DO have that is wonderful, which the Lord has provided . . . shelter, food, family, friends . . . and I find a way to be in deep gratitude for it . . . .
These are, for me, the big three . . . methods I choose at times when I feel I am growing hard of heart . . . or faltering . . . or getting lost in too much materialistic thought and action, every day . . . and it seems the Spirit has receded.
At least, for me, these approaches work quite well . . . to bring me back . . . .
Also, I recognize that much of daily life is necessarily spent on material labors--work and effort--"sweat of the brow"--a curse we are under, whereby so much of our time simply must be spent . . . surviving . . . and there is not much to be done about this, though kept in its proper place and not elevated above the purely spiritual purposes of this life. We must forge on, often overwhelmed with the needs of our bodies, of those in our care . . . and just do the best we can, when we can, to keep reconnecting with the Spirit. Sometimes the Spirit simply withdraws, and it is part of God's way to teach us resilience and fortitude . . . to see how we cope--whether we throw in the towel, or redouble our own efforts, Spirit or not . . . .
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I see that "fireballs" continue to light up the sky . . . ie., Nebraska recently and elsewhere . . . and I find it interesting that "fireball" has become the standard term used for these and that they are indeed . . . fire balls . . . .
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Pain Is Felt Where There Is Life
"I cannot express to you how deeply I sympathize with you in your time of suffering. I suffer right along with you, but still it cheers me up to know that God loves you.
And the very proof that God loves you is that He does not spare you, but lays upon you the cross of Jesus Christ. Whatever spiritual knowledge or feelings we may have, they are all a delusion if they do not lead us to the real and constant practice of dying to self. And it is true that you do not die without suffering. Nor is it possible to be considered truly dead while there is any part of us which is yet alive.
This spiritual death (which is really a blessing in disguise) is undeniably painful. It cuts 'swift and deep into our innermost thoughts and desires with all their parts, exposing us for what we really are.'
The great Physician who sees in us what we cannot see, knows exactly where to place the knife. He cuts away that which we are most reluctant to give up. And how it hurts!
But we must remember that pain is only felt where there is life, and where there is life is just the place where death is needed. Our Father wastes no time by cutting into parts which are already dead.
Do not misunderstand--He wants you to live abundantly, but this can only be accomplished by allowing Him to cut into that fleshy part of you which is still stubbornly clinging to life. Don't expect God to deal with those vulgar, wicked desires which you renounced forever when you gave yourself away to him. That part of you is already dead. But, He will deal with the parts of you that are still alive. He might even test your Faith with restrictions and trials of all kinds."
Fenelon
Isaiah 35:8-10
A highway shall be there, and a road, And it shall be called the Highway of Holiness. The unclean shall not pass over it, But it shall be for others. Whoever walks the road, although a fool, Shall not go astray. No lion shall be there, Nor shall any ravenous beast go up on it; It shall not be found there. But the redeemed shall walk there, And the ransomed of the LORD shall return, And come to Zion with singing, With everlasting joy on their heads. They shall obtain joy and gladness, And sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
And the very proof that God loves you is that He does not spare you, but lays upon you the cross of Jesus Christ. Whatever spiritual knowledge or feelings we may have, they are all a delusion if they do not lead us to the real and constant practice of dying to self. And it is true that you do not die without suffering. Nor is it possible to be considered truly dead while there is any part of us which is yet alive.
This spiritual death (which is really a blessing in disguise) is undeniably painful. It cuts 'swift and deep into our innermost thoughts and desires with all their parts, exposing us for what we really are.'
The great Physician who sees in us what we cannot see, knows exactly where to place the knife. He cuts away that which we are most reluctant to give up. And how it hurts!
But we must remember that pain is only felt where there is life, and where there is life is just the place where death is needed. Our Father wastes no time by cutting into parts which are already dead.
Do not misunderstand--He wants you to live abundantly, but this can only be accomplished by allowing Him to cut into that fleshy part of you which is still stubbornly clinging to life. Don't expect God to deal with those vulgar, wicked desires which you renounced forever when you gave yourself away to him. That part of you is already dead. But, He will deal with the parts of you that are still alive. He might even test your Faith with restrictions and trials of all kinds."
Fenelon
Isaiah 35:8-10
A highway shall be there, and a road, And it shall be called the Highway of Holiness. The unclean shall not pass over it, But it shall be for others. Whoever walks the road, although a fool, Shall not go astray. No lion shall be there, Nor shall any ravenous beast go up on it; It shall not be found there. But the redeemed shall walk there, And the ransomed of the LORD shall return, And come to Zion with singing, With everlasting joy on their heads. They shall obtain joy and gladness, And sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The new Young Pioneers
In a world of deceit, liars, gamers, cons, frauds, cheats, subversives, et al the man or woman who stands boldly on the truth is a hero worth lauding, cheering on.
I thoroughly enjoy Lord Monckton's erudition in slamming down the commi-fascist-global government nonsense--especially taking on the loud-mouth brainwashed footsoldier "YOUNG PIONEER" enviro-fascist youth . . . . the whole of this phony movement responsible for killing millions of the starving poor worldwide through their "green" agenda, where food has been replaced with "Bio-fuel" production in the fields and so on . . . .
Bravo Monckton! The silent majority hails your courage in the face world tyranny! Go man go!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21lfedR3b8A
I thoroughly enjoy Lord Monckton's erudition in slamming down the commi-fascist-global government nonsense--especially taking on the loud-mouth brainwashed footsoldier "YOUNG PIONEER" enviro-fascist youth . . . . the whole of this phony movement responsible for killing millions of the starving poor worldwide through their "green" agenda, where food has been replaced with "Bio-fuel" production in the fields and so on . . . .
Bravo Monckton! The silent majority hails your courage in the face world tyranny! Go man go!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21lfedR3b8A
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Five Funnels Meld Into One Huge Churning Monster
It could be a view of some literal event . . . and/or it suffices for a bold metaphor:
Haven't had any kind of epic, dramatic dream since the last one I mentioned--and forgive me for sharing dreams; I know it can be tedious to hear others' dreams, and I really don't intend to make a habit of it . . . but again, this one was so detailed, darkly beautiful, ominous . . . with both threat and hope conveyed......
My wife and I . . . with my mother . . . and some younger child we'd taken in ... lived in a dilapidated (once opulent) Spanish style apartment/condo complex ... in the valley, in the city....
A storm was coming from the West... a dark curtain across the sky that way, with flashes of sharp, severe lightning--everything that direction near black, excepting for the bolts of light from the sky and from exploding power stations and lines....
Then we saw one dark, blackish funnel cloud forming....in the distance..... Then another . .. and another . . . until there were five funnel clouds in a row . . .
I ran through the two story apartment and covered the windows with the curtains, thinking of blown-in glass . . . . We were pacing . . . imagining what to do-- wondering how bad it might get . . . the storm approaching fast ....
Then a knock on the door. I hesitated. I was worried that strangers on the street--and it wasn't a great part of town--would overwhelm us in our place, take advantage, loot--maybe displacing us...
Protective of the people in my care... I paused.... but the knocking persisted... and I realized it could be someone in need regardless and I must open the door... which I did ... and an older, handsome Spanish woman pointed up to the building we were in... to the bending, cracking stucco railing and bowing walls and said, "this place will not make it, it will collapse."
Sadly, i agreed, I told her and with new worry and ran back inside. But it would be too dangerous to go outside in the storm. We would have to weather it from within. I figured we should go to our bedroom on the top floor . . . maybe on the bed and try to ride it down, if the whole thing collapsed.
I looked out the window to see the progress of the storm.... and watched with horror as all the funnels came together to make one, humongous miles' wide funnel monster-of-a-wall of black cloud, debris, pelting rains, lightning.... and saw it surging closer, just blocks away now .... stripping everything in its path....buildings being lifted off the ground and shucked . . . .
I knew we were going down--that our building would collapse... and thought that we must quick at least get our shoes on .... for no doubt, after the storm we would be (if not dead) buried in rubble, in the rain... and needing to recover and help others as well in the aftermath . . . and shoes would be indispensable....
Upon waking . . . my thought was that ... a literal storm like this...or similar will come . . . but that here was a metaphor ... for what is coming in the broad sense....
In the dream I saw a flash vision of the aftermath...and it was me crawling out of the rubble, the boards, walls, crumbled building pile... in the rain, storm passed... people wandering dazed on the streets, boulevard, police lights flashing, rushing by... some bleeding, hurt... and beginning the process of finding the survivors, the wounded . . . a new beginning....
Several different developing issues ... economic....commercial real estate collapse...health care reform costs/taxes... environmental cap and trade taxes and redistribution . . . and so on . . . each of them a storm or "funnel cloud" in their own right . . . . BUT NOW all coming together into one perfect awful storm . . . .
Which will leave devastation, rubble in its wake . . . and survivors ... with just their shoes and what's on their backs . . . wounded . . . but alive . . . to pick up some pieces, help one another survive further . . . . At the time of realizing that was the inevitable result, knowing the power of the storm would necessarily cause great damage . . . there also was a sense of impending liberation .....I must admit.... A vision of a new start, and thrilling a bit to allow innovation, creativity, adaptation arrive on the ruins of the aftermath, bringing yet new hope, new experiences, new modes of living ......
I awoke .. just before the black-grey thick, wall of churning destruction was about to strike ....
heh... fell back asleep .. and oddly, went into a scenario of being amidst some old, faded collection of ex-Zappa acolytes, roadies, groupies... hanging out it some hovel... impressing them with my memorization of DinahMoeHum ... and my tale of singing it verbatim, a'capella on my AM talk radio show one bored night in 1999 ....Zappa? ... weird transition lol . . . . .
Ok, sorry... I really won't mention a dream unless I think it has some real value... some lesson or warning worth note ....
God blesses you through all... every breath.. every thought, challenge, trial, test... all accruing to His Glory... which.. is wondrous ... When I think of Him... His infinite nature....His matchless creativity and design....The fact of LOVE, of grace and mercy and judgment. . . of friends like you . . . . . . all . . . of it . . . . a wonder to behold and live . . . . . .
Haven't had any kind of epic, dramatic dream since the last one I mentioned--and forgive me for sharing dreams; I know it can be tedious to hear others' dreams, and I really don't intend to make a habit of it . . . but again, this one was so detailed, darkly beautiful, ominous . . . with both threat and hope conveyed......
My wife and I . . . with my mother . . . and some younger child we'd taken in ... lived in a dilapidated (once opulent) Spanish style apartment/condo complex ... in the valley, in the city....
A storm was coming from the West... a dark curtain across the sky that way, with flashes of sharp, severe lightning--everything that direction near black, excepting for the bolts of light from the sky and from exploding power stations and lines....
Then we saw one dark, blackish funnel cloud forming....in the distance..... Then another . .. and another . . . until there were five funnel clouds in a row . . .
I ran through the two story apartment and covered the windows with the curtains, thinking of blown-in glass . . . . We were pacing . . . imagining what to do-- wondering how bad it might get . . . the storm approaching fast ....
Then a knock on the door. I hesitated. I was worried that strangers on the street--and it wasn't a great part of town--would overwhelm us in our place, take advantage, loot--maybe displacing us...
Protective of the people in my care... I paused.... but the knocking persisted... and I realized it could be someone in need regardless and I must open the door... which I did ... and an older, handsome Spanish woman pointed up to the building we were in... to the bending, cracking stucco railing and bowing walls and said, "this place will not make it, it will collapse."
Sadly, i agreed, I told her and with new worry and ran back inside. But it would be too dangerous to go outside in the storm. We would have to weather it from within. I figured we should go to our bedroom on the top floor . . . maybe on the bed and try to ride it down, if the whole thing collapsed.
I looked out the window to see the progress of the storm.... and watched with horror as all the funnels came together to make one, humongous miles' wide funnel monster-of-a-wall of black cloud, debris, pelting rains, lightning.... and saw it surging closer, just blocks away now .... stripping everything in its path....buildings being lifted off the ground and shucked . . . .
I knew we were going down--that our building would collapse... and thought that we must quick at least get our shoes on .... for no doubt, after the storm we would be (if not dead) buried in rubble, in the rain... and needing to recover and help others as well in the aftermath . . . and shoes would be indispensable....
Upon waking . . . my thought was that ... a literal storm like this...or similar will come . . . but that here was a metaphor ... for what is coming in the broad sense....
In the dream I saw a flash vision of the aftermath...and it was me crawling out of the rubble, the boards, walls, crumbled building pile... in the rain, storm passed... people wandering dazed on the streets, boulevard, police lights flashing, rushing by... some bleeding, hurt... and beginning the process of finding the survivors, the wounded . . . a new beginning....
Several different developing issues ... economic....commercial real estate collapse...health care reform costs/taxes... environmental cap and trade taxes and redistribution . . . and so on . . . each of them a storm or "funnel cloud" in their own right . . . . BUT NOW all coming together into one perfect awful storm . . . .
Which will leave devastation, rubble in its wake . . . and survivors ... with just their shoes and what's on their backs . . . wounded . . . but alive . . . to pick up some pieces, help one another survive further . . . . At the time of realizing that was the inevitable result, knowing the power of the storm would necessarily cause great damage . . . there also was a sense of impending liberation .....I must admit.... A vision of a new start, and thrilling a bit to allow innovation, creativity, adaptation arrive on the ruins of the aftermath, bringing yet new hope, new experiences, new modes of living ......
I awoke .. just before the black-grey thick, wall of churning destruction was about to strike ....
heh... fell back asleep .. and oddly, went into a scenario of being amidst some old, faded collection of ex-Zappa acolytes, roadies, groupies... hanging out it some hovel... impressing them with my memorization of DinahMoeHum ... and my tale of singing it verbatim, a'capella on my AM talk radio show one bored night in 1999 ....Zappa? ... weird transition lol . . . . .
Ok, sorry... I really won't mention a dream unless I think it has some real value... some lesson or warning worth note ....
God blesses you through all... every breath.. every thought, challenge, trial, test... all accruing to His Glory... which.. is wondrous ... When I think of Him... His infinite nature....His matchless creativity and design....The fact of LOVE, of grace and mercy and judgment. . . of friends like you . . . . . . all . . . of it . . . . a wonder to behold and live . . . . . .
Friday, December 11, 2009
Spirals
Strange coincidence . . . or the antennae thing . . . .
I've been working here and there when I have some moments . . . in the garage (very cold btw--it is 7 degrees Faren. here right now) . . . working on a couple of fjording sticks I need to finish up and get in the mail .... and one of them is made of an unusual kind of wood unlike the others which lends itself very nicely to inscription and engraving designs . . . . A new angle re fjording stick decoration I've been toying with . . . .
On this particular stick, about two weeks ago I felt compelled to draw a spiral design. So I did. I knew it was a sort of Celtic design, but little more than that...
Later, working on the stick another time . . . again, compulsion to make another spiral. I hesitated, thinking one was enough . . . but, then relinquished and now I think there are three spirals on various places on the stick . . . .
Anyway, just kind of hit me yesterday, that I was drawing spirals for the first time in my life that I can recall . . . and here happens this spiral phenom in Norway . . . . .
From that . . . I would just take that there is some lasting significance in the event.
Myself, just taking a quick cursory glance at the story, photos and such . . . I would probably fall on the side of it being some type of Project Blue Beam experiment/exercise . . . meant for the global elite collecting in Denmark, in the neighborhood . . . . The fact that it is spinning clockwise may be significant as to its intended meaning to those meant to receive it . . . if such is the case....
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"Most scholars believe they are universal symbols of the spiritual balance between inner and outer consciousness, the sun, and the Cosmos. Some Celtic art scholars believe the direction of the spiral may be significant. Some say clockwise spirals are associated with the sun and harmony with the Earth, while counter-clockwise spirals are associated with manipulation of nature in the form of Pagan spells.
Celtic spirals are the symbols most often seen in ancient burial mounds and sacred places. Many believe spirals have mystical powers to prevent evil from entering into the sacred tomb of one who has passed into the Otherworld."
http://www.fantasy-ireland.com/Celtic-spirals.html
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The spiral in ancient art sometimes referred to the sun. I know someone probably thinks themselves Apollo the Sun God who happens to be in Denmark . . . uniting the world and bringing on a new age under global governance . . . under a sort of neo-pagan world religion . . . .
Whatever . . . I just realized that I've been drawing spirals the past couple weeks for the first time . . . and then this event . . . so I'm suspecting it has some longer term import, whether we, the plebs, ever hear about it or not--or are just subjected to it . . . .
I've been working here and there when I have some moments . . . in the garage (very cold btw--it is 7 degrees Faren. here right now) . . . working on a couple of fjording sticks I need to finish up and get in the mail .... and one of them is made of an unusual kind of wood unlike the others which lends itself very nicely to inscription and engraving designs . . . . A new angle re fjording stick decoration I've been toying with . . . .
On this particular stick, about two weeks ago I felt compelled to draw a spiral design. So I did. I knew it was a sort of Celtic design, but little more than that...
Later, working on the stick another time . . . again, compulsion to make another spiral. I hesitated, thinking one was enough . . . but, then relinquished and now I think there are three spirals on various places on the stick . . . .
Anyway, just kind of hit me yesterday, that I was drawing spirals for the first time in my life that I can recall . . . and here happens this spiral phenom in Norway . . . . .
From that . . . I would just take that there is some lasting significance in the event.
Myself, just taking a quick cursory glance at the story, photos and such . . . I would probably fall on the side of it being some type of Project Blue Beam experiment/exercise . . . meant for the global elite collecting in Denmark, in the neighborhood . . . . The fact that it is spinning clockwise may be significant as to its intended meaning to those meant to receive it . . . if such is the case....
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"Most scholars believe they are universal symbols of the spiritual balance between inner and outer consciousness, the sun, and the Cosmos. Some Celtic art scholars believe the direction of the spiral may be significant. Some say clockwise spirals are associated with the sun and harmony with the Earth, while counter-clockwise spirals are associated with manipulation of nature in the form of Pagan spells.
Celtic spirals are the symbols most often seen in ancient burial mounds and sacred places. Many believe spirals have mystical powers to prevent evil from entering into the sacred tomb of one who has passed into the Otherworld."
http://www.fantasy-ireland.com/Celtic-spirals.html
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The spiral in ancient art sometimes referred to the sun. I know someone probably thinks themselves Apollo the Sun God who happens to be in Denmark . . . uniting the world and bringing on a new age under global governance . . . under a sort of neo-pagan world religion . . . .
Whatever . . . I just realized that I've been drawing spirals the past couple weeks for the first time . . . and then this event . . . so I'm suspecting it has some longer term import, whether we, the plebs, ever hear about it or not--or are just subjected to it . . . .
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Deep Deception
The deception is going to be . . . and already is . . . so thorough and strong that few, VERY FEW will truly be able to distinguish what is what, who is who.
You haven't seen anything yet. "Freedom fighters" will be fighting FOR the enemy and will not realize it, thinking they are on the front lines of righteousness . . .
Some will be called traitors who actually are doing more good than most to stop the actual designs of evil.
The best and brightest will be mistaken for being fools, mostly just misunderstood.
The craven and secretly manipulative and duplicitous will be considered great holy men, holy women . . .
The most honest will be found oftentimes among ie., pagans, wiccans, the godless and they will be a better friend . . . whereas the so-called "believer" will miss the mark and be the one who persecutes and judges and betrays . . . .
Almost all will betray, though portraying themselves as enemies of tyranny--they will RUSH to be bought off when the opportunity arises . . . .
Great wonders in the sky, on the ground, broadcast all around will be shown and seen and will take the minds of nearly all . . . .
The majority who now think they are on the right side and who believe themselves impervious to the subtleties of the deception will be some of the worst of the turncoats . . . and will sell out the lambs for profit . . . .
Those who stay true to the Lord will be mostly alone, bereft, persecuted and thought mad . . . .
The mind control will be so complete that most who consider themselves free thinkers and free spirits will be utterly enslaved and deceived into relinquishing complete control of their minds and hearts, though they think themselves sovereigns . . . .
Pride will be instilled in ALL and only the most doggedly righteous will resist . . . for most will think themselves a special law, unique and worthy of worship and praise though externally they will portray themselves as but a humble servant--yet they will crave adulation, their hearts hard against the truth . . .
Arrogance will crystallize, even among the elect, for they think themselves special and beyond the grasp of the devil; yet they are fully in his employ and know it not . . . .
It will be a hard time, for many will come, tickling the ears saying "don't worry, be happy, all is well in Zion" . . . "you must be liberated" . . . "free your mind" . . . . "create your own reality" . . . . and many shall be led astray . . . .
The degree and depth of the deception will dwarf all previous ages . . . .
The wise one who is also good . . . gets prepared . . . and remains very cautious and discerning throughout . . . for many will lose their right minds and not know it, so powerful will be the illusion, delusion . . . .
Jesus said LET THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD . . . .
Let them fight over THIS world . . . the dead . . . . Who believes that this world can be saved through activism when it is written that there shall be a new heaven and a new earth?
Being a light and boldly proclaiming truth is another matter. Oppression, tyranny, . . . will easily find those who live in and who serve truth.
Jesus submitted. Are we better than He? OR do we follow in His footsteps? He submitted . . . and He overcame . . . .
The zealots wished Him to smite the enemies, overthrow, establish an earthly kingdom . . . but He said "My kingdom is not of this world."
FEW indeed will perceive this but many will fight in and for this world's kingdoms . . . . .
Great wonders shall deceive many in the days to come . . . and many shall be lost, not perceiving the subtleties . . . lacking discernment . . . ready for pride . . . . . . lacking proper fear . . . indeed scoffing at fear of anything . . . .
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28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Matt. 10:28
You haven't seen anything yet. "Freedom fighters" will be fighting FOR the enemy and will not realize it, thinking they are on the front lines of righteousness . . .
Some will be called traitors who actually are doing more good than most to stop the actual designs of evil.
The best and brightest will be mistaken for being fools, mostly just misunderstood.
The craven and secretly manipulative and duplicitous will be considered great holy men, holy women . . .
The most honest will be found oftentimes among ie., pagans, wiccans, the godless and they will be a better friend . . . whereas the so-called "believer" will miss the mark and be the one who persecutes and judges and betrays . . . .
Almost all will betray, though portraying themselves as enemies of tyranny--they will RUSH to be bought off when the opportunity arises . . . .
Great wonders in the sky, on the ground, broadcast all around will be shown and seen and will take the minds of nearly all . . . .
The majority who now think they are on the right side and who believe themselves impervious to the subtleties of the deception will be some of the worst of the turncoats . . . and will sell out the lambs for profit . . . .
Those who stay true to the Lord will be mostly alone, bereft, persecuted and thought mad . . . .
The mind control will be so complete that most who consider themselves free thinkers and free spirits will be utterly enslaved and deceived into relinquishing complete control of their minds and hearts, though they think themselves sovereigns . . . .
Pride will be instilled in ALL and only the most doggedly righteous will resist . . . for most will think themselves a special law, unique and worthy of worship and praise though externally they will portray themselves as but a humble servant--yet they will crave adulation, their hearts hard against the truth . . .
Arrogance will crystallize, even among the elect, for they think themselves special and beyond the grasp of the devil; yet they are fully in his employ and know it not . . . .
It will be a hard time, for many will come, tickling the ears saying "don't worry, be happy, all is well in Zion" . . . "you must be liberated" . . . "free your mind" . . . . "create your own reality" . . . . and many shall be led astray . . . .
The degree and depth of the deception will dwarf all previous ages . . . .
The wise one who is also good . . . gets prepared . . . and remains very cautious and discerning throughout . . . for many will lose their right minds and not know it, so powerful will be the illusion, delusion . . . .
Jesus said LET THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD . . . .
Let them fight over THIS world . . . the dead . . . . Who believes that this world can be saved through activism when it is written that there shall be a new heaven and a new earth?
Being a light and boldly proclaiming truth is another matter. Oppression, tyranny, . . . will easily find those who live in and who serve truth.
Jesus submitted. Are we better than He? OR do we follow in His footsteps? He submitted . . . and He overcame . . . .
The zealots wished Him to smite the enemies, overthrow, establish an earthly kingdom . . . but He said "My kingdom is not of this world."
FEW indeed will perceive this but many will fight in and for this world's kingdoms . . . . .
Great wonders shall deceive many in the days to come . . . and many shall be lost, not perceiving the subtleties . . . lacking discernment . . . ready for pride . . . . . . lacking proper fear . . . indeed scoffing at fear of anything . . . .
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28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Matt. 10:28
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Oooo! . . . Oil, Opium, Obama . . . oppression.....
When the figurehead declared on ratcheting up the "troop levels" in Afghanistan, I got a familiar foreboding feeling, which recurs every time now the topic is mentioned.
I was reminded of a day in late winter/early spring, just weeks before the 2nd war on Iraq began in 2003. An old childhood friend had happened to drop by and was peppering me with a few questions on the events of the day--my opinion, thoughts on things like "9-11" and the big drumbeat at that time (March 2003) by Bush and co. to wage a new war on Iraq.
My friend, Scott . . . is typical of the person who gets their news from a smattering of newspaper headlines plus a bit of network nightly news . . . and when feeling real bold and investigative, turns on CNN . . . .
He asked me, "So, what do you think about this war? Do you think we should take out Saddam, attack Iraq?"
"No way. It will be a disaster." I replied.
He was taken aback. All the news and media had well stoked the impetus and sense that we MUST go! "Weapons of mass destruction" etc., etc.
My friend laughed. He smirked, expecting that I probably had some "conspiracy" angle on the whole thing; whereas he likes to keep things simple.
I reiterated, "I think it will be the beginning of a nightmare. We will end up bogged down there for years and too many innocent people will be destroyed. No. I think it is utterly foolish and horrible."
He snickered. "Not me. I think we should go kick their ass."
"Really?" I asked somewhat bemused by the ignorant bravado. "And how do you think it will go?"
My friend shrugged and tossed off, "Aw . . . I think it'll take about a month and we'll kick their ass and that will be it. It'll be over quick."
I shook my head. "No. No, it won't. It will be a disaster . . . for years to come....."
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Anyway, I distinctly remember the deep and dark sense of foreboding I had just prior to the beginning of bombing, "Shock and Awe"/"Shak-In-Ah" . . . the morass and suffering I could feel about to be unleashed . . . .
Another instance in that stupid war that I felt especially horrible about--was what happened at Fallujah. I know that what was sown there will someday yet be reaped, the death and misery inflicted . . . .
Well, for whatever reason remains to be seen, I have felt the same sense of dread all surrounding this "surge" strategy regarding the Afghanistan "conflict".
For one thing, I think the lives lost there are about little more than oil and opium, directed at the behest of the global Marxist/Occultic corporations who rule the world.
It has nothing really to do with "war on terror", "al-cia-duh", and the rest of the tripe fed to the masses . . . .
And here comes again this impending doom feeling . . . like the mission will be no where near so simple or painless as everyone would like to hope. What sad, pathetic surprises . . . new morass . . . grand failure awaits this new upgraded military venture . . . ? I don't know . . . though no doubt there will be plenty of new demoralization of the troops--persecution of officers doing their "job" . . . unreported brutalities on both sides . . . tons of physical and emotional suffering, torment all around . . . .
Something feels really, REALLY wrong about the whole thing to me . . . and, I'm afraid it will not end well . . . again . . . .
bastards . . . .
I was reminded of a day in late winter/early spring, just weeks before the 2nd war on Iraq began in 2003. An old childhood friend had happened to drop by and was peppering me with a few questions on the events of the day--my opinion, thoughts on things like "9-11" and the big drumbeat at that time (March 2003) by Bush and co. to wage a new war on Iraq.
My friend, Scott . . . is typical of the person who gets their news from a smattering of newspaper headlines plus a bit of network nightly news . . . and when feeling real bold and investigative, turns on CNN . . . .
He asked me, "So, what do you think about this war? Do you think we should take out Saddam, attack Iraq?"
"No way. It will be a disaster." I replied.
He was taken aback. All the news and media had well stoked the impetus and sense that we MUST go! "Weapons of mass destruction" etc., etc.
My friend laughed. He smirked, expecting that I probably had some "conspiracy" angle on the whole thing; whereas he likes to keep things simple.
I reiterated, "I think it will be the beginning of a nightmare. We will end up bogged down there for years and too many innocent people will be destroyed. No. I think it is utterly foolish and horrible."
He snickered. "Not me. I think we should go kick their ass."
"Really?" I asked somewhat bemused by the ignorant bravado. "And how do you think it will go?"
My friend shrugged and tossed off, "Aw . . . I think it'll take about a month and we'll kick their ass and that will be it. It'll be over quick."
I shook my head. "No. No, it won't. It will be a disaster . . . for years to come....."
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Anyway, I distinctly remember the deep and dark sense of foreboding I had just prior to the beginning of bombing, "Shock and Awe"/"Shak-In-Ah" . . . the morass and suffering I could feel about to be unleashed . . . .
Another instance in that stupid war that I felt especially horrible about--was what happened at Fallujah. I know that what was sown there will someday yet be reaped, the death and misery inflicted . . . .
Well, for whatever reason remains to be seen, I have felt the same sense of dread all surrounding this "surge" strategy regarding the Afghanistan "conflict".
For one thing, I think the lives lost there are about little more than oil and opium, directed at the behest of the global Marxist/Occultic corporations who rule the world.
It has nothing really to do with "war on terror", "al-cia-duh", and the rest of the tripe fed to the masses . . . .
And here comes again this impending doom feeling . . . like the mission will be no where near so simple or painless as everyone would like to hope. What sad, pathetic surprises . . . new morass . . . grand failure awaits this new upgraded military venture . . . ? I don't know . . . though no doubt there will be plenty of new demoralization of the troops--persecution of officers doing their "job" . . . unreported brutalities on both sides . . . tons of physical and emotional suffering, torment all around . . . .
Something feels really, REALLY wrong about the whole thing to me . . . and, I'm afraid it will not end well . . . again . . . .
bastards . . . .
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Rule Of Brother Thomas
To accede to the inevitable
and then make the best of it;
let bygones be bygones . . .
Do not fuss with the world;
pay attention to God alone.
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This is a "rule" I was given last night, amidst a Word, meant for this time. Some are led to fight the powers that be, "make a stand" . . . "take back the country" and such.... and I am not minimizing or disparaging their responses, positions . . . .
Just as I would not want my own p.o.v. to be smeared as being defeatist. If I thought that activism would change the course of things, I would be happy to be involved; and even though I think it is ultimately doomed to fail, I still take part in the debates, the speaking out--genuine citizens' duty stuff . . . .
But I do think that we will have their "new world" in some fashion. The collectivists have control. They allow some controlled opposition to create the illusion that there is still some functional debate, "democracy" operating . . . but really, it is all said and done. There will eventually be "cap and trade", global taxes, world czars and regulators controlling every aspect of one's individual life.... There will be a near-complete redistribution of wealth, taking it from the "wealthy" nations and doling it out to the communist dictators who rule the "third world".
There will be no "taking back America". It is gone, over. Those who rise up and forcefully resist . . . will be made an example of. I do think for the sincere of those, it is a noble way to die, nevertheless.
There will be no real private property rights left. People will be herded from the countrysides into city, government tenements . . . . There will be stoked and violent racial divisions on the ground . . . race wars, turf wars, gang wars, civil wars . . . .
Remember though, that God makes good out of bad, so even though this is all treasonous subterfuge and conquest of the freedom (constitutional) movement . . . on a global scale . . . and that humanity-hating, earth-worshiping communist Wiccans do rule and will rule the planet . . . God will bring about some GOOD unintended consequences.
The wise monk in such times, learns to find the good in everything--knows where the real battles should be fought and won (WITHIN!) and leaves the foolish of the world to their own schemes and distractions . . . .
Many of these passionate and angry "patriots" would do well to put the same kind of obsession and energy and drive into changing THEMSELVES rather than trying to "recapture" a world that actually never was . . . .
Countries come and go. Experiments are born . . . and die . . . .
The worldly seek a million and one distractions to occupy their attention, rather than do the only work that matters, and that is the work of salvation, of finding and pleasing God--which occurs WITHIN oneself, and can and does go on, regardless of the machinations, twists and turns in the EXTERNAL WORLD.
So, to this end, here was a "rule" I was "given" last night to help focus in the right way . . . . fwiw ;)
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To accede to the inevitable
and then make the best of it;
let bygones be bygones . . .
Do not fuss with the world;
pay attention to God, alone.
and then make the best of it;
let bygones be bygones . . .
Do not fuss with the world;
pay attention to God alone.
-----------------------------
This is a "rule" I was given last night, amidst a Word, meant for this time. Some are led to fight the powers that be, "make a stand" . . . "take back the country" and such.... and I am not minimizing or disparaging their responses, positions . . . .
Just as I would not want my own p.o.v. to be smeared as being defeatist. If I thought that activism would change the course of things, I would be happy to be involved; and even though I think it is ultimately doomed to fail, I still take part in the debates, the speaking out--genuine citizens' duty stuff . . . .
But I do think that we will have their "new world" in some fashion. The collectivists have control. They allow some controlled opposition to create the illusion that there is still some functional debate, "democracy" operating . . . but really, it is all said and done. There will eventually be "cap and trade", global taxes, world czars and regulators controlling every aspect of one's individual life.... There will be a near-complete redistribution of wealth, taking it from the "wealthy" nations and doling it out to the communist dictators who rule the "third world".
There will be no "taking back America". It is gone, over. Those who rise up and forcefully resist . . . will be made an example of. I do think for the sincere of those, it is a noble way to die, nevertheless.
There will be no real private property rights left. People will be herded from the countrysides into city, government tenements . . . . There will be stoked and violent racial divisions on the ground . . . race wars, turf wars, gang wars, civil wars . . . .
Remember though, that God makes good out of bad, so even though this is all treasonous subterfuge and conquest of the freedom (constitutional) movement . . . on a global scale . . . and that humanity-hating, earth-worshiping communist Wiccans do rule and will rule the planet . . . God will bring about some GOOD unintended consequences.
The wise monk in such times, learns to find the good in everything--knows where the real battles should be fought and won (WITHIN!) and leaves the foolish of the world to their own schemes and distractions . . . .
Many of these passionate and angry "patriots" would do well to put the same kind of obsession and energy and drive into changing THEMSELVES rather than trying to "recapture" a world that actually never was . . . .
Countries come and go. Experiments are born . . . and die . . . .
The worldly seek a million and one distractions to occupy their attention, rather than do the only work that matters, and that is the work of salvation, of finding and pleasing God--which occurs WITHIN oneself, and can and does go on, regardless of the machinations, twists and turns in the EXTERNAL WORLD.
So, to this end, here was a "rule" I was "given" last night to help focus in the right way . . . . fwiw ;)
-----
To accede to the inevitable
and then make the best of it;
let bygones be bygones . . .
Do not fuss with the world;
pay attention to God, alone.
Monday, December 7, 2009
adversity considered
IT IS good for us to have trials and troubles at times, for they often remind us that we are on probation and ought not to hope in any worldly thing. It is good for us sometimes to suffer contradiction, to be misjudged by men even though we do well and mean well. These things help us to be humble and shield us from vainglory. When to all outward appearances men give us no credit, when they do not think well of us, then we are more inclined to seek God Who sees our hearts. Therefore, a man ought to root himself so firmly in God that he will not need the consolations of men.
When a man of good will is afflicted, tempted, and tormented by evil thoughts, he realizes clearly that his greatest need is God, without Whom he can do no good. Saddened by his miseries and sufferings, he laments and prays. He wearies of living longer and wishes for death that he might be dissolved and be with Christ. Then he understands fully that perfect security and complete peace cannot be found on earth.
a'kempis
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i was hoping to write today.. it snowed.. snowblower is dead.. put it in jacks old trooper.. then the trooper dies.. transmission arggh... so today is quite the manic monday..back asap
When a man of good will is afflicted, tempted, and tormented by evil thoughts, he realizes clearly that his greatest need is God, without Whom he can do no good. Saddened by his miseries and sufferings, he laments and prays. He wearies of living longer and wishes for death that he might be dissolved and be with Christ. Then he understands fully that perfect security and complete peace cannot be found on earth.
a'kempis
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i was hoping to write today.. it snowed.. snowblower is dead.. put it in jacks old trooper.. then the trooper dies.. transmission arggh... so today is quite the manic monday..back asap
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