Friday, September 30, 2011

A View From Lookout Eyrie . . . .



Overlooking the Valley of Battle
(From Lookout Eyrie)

There from the dark, rocky butte, high above the fray . . . it was eventide, darkness was setting in full and heavy and dark--purple-brown-black, all in shadows except the horizon,where the ever-present son shone via the light of His sun--a dense violet-red-orange hue and then hot, pure white blade of light cracking through, as if on the other side was all blinding light, separated by a sheet and a veil, and all on this side was dark, earthy and furtive.

But from the ledge, overlooking, we could see a portion of everything.  The light calling; but down below, a battle raged, with armies tossing back and forth, and encampments all around, and a train of provisions on both sides with women, families, pets, tents . . . even shops for wares, which helped finance the campaigns . . . .

It was allotted by the king of light that we should be in this battle, where every soul was soldier of some kind, fighting for either side, and that our life would be nothing else but war . . . for a period, a length of time.  This, until our Lord was finished with our part that he had wrought with us and intended for our own individual causes combined and in the mix with his pre-eminent plans and intentions.

So, he put us on the field, where we find ourselves, and now we must take up cause, one or the other; to fight for him, our Lord, or to become lost in the intricacies of the conflict, squandered down side-roads, sidetracked by carnival barkers, wasted and of little use.

The glory of God?  Or, the seedy alleys of the canton, amongst the troop-following villagers escaping into lusts and vices, avoiding the battle, but part of the train, nonetheless . . .?

The foolish makes homes in the midst of the encampments, as if they could live there, within this valley of death and despair.  It is clear from the lookout ledge that all will end in decimation.  A smoking ruin, vast but complete, will finally result as untruth rules all the land, therefore, none can find their way and all are subject to the wicked machinations of timeless overlords and a dark prince and until he is utterly destroyed, no life in that earthy creation can survive; innocence has been defiled and will take a new heaven and a new earth, sacrosanct, under God, to exist successfully, peacefully, joyously, forever.

God's love is a most beautiful and exquisite example when it exemplifies itself . . . in His love for the individual.  The soldier in the field awakens to God's love for him or her, and then that soldier finds he/she can love all . . . .

The weapons of the children of light are much different from those of the evil side.

They fight on two different planes, the light and the dark; the dark fighting fire with fire, the light fighting with the love of God.  Simple as that.

       "In Peter's heart the shame and anguish grew
       As the day broke, and though no man was by
       To see his sin, he knew his own offence
       And blushed deep for his guilt.  A noble heart
       Needs no observer to arouse his shame,
       But is abashed at sight of his own guilt,
       Though no one but the heavens and earth can see it."*



There is no escaping the Valley of Battle.  Not until he decides that it is time to return with an accounting.
That you went and returned and are mustered into his royal, eternal kingdom, is solely up to him, the sovereign.  But have no doubt, he will have an accounting for the acts you committed, while engaged in the conflict on the ground.  It is true, he has granted you a lieutenant-ship while in the place that he has sent you, and a commission you do have and must hold, until the final call.

Now, what is to be done, when you have lost your wits, and forgotten what your purpose was?  What you were sent to accomplish? 

In other words, you partially wake up to the fact, that you are in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by murderous zombies (the living dead) and hucksters, and recalcitrants and self-seekers, all seeking inglorious fame on the march--a moment in the dark sky sun . . .
Yea, you find yourself in circumstances you can barely remember how begun, and many of them are simply related to the wreckage of other lives in your proximity--other clueless soldiers, flailing . . . .
Yea, and here is the folly.  Like a base dog returning to its vomit, continuing to put stock into the fallen and doomed world, where the war rages; attempting to build a house, gain name, and if possible a modicum at least of fame, even if just in the neighborhood . . . . And so, the inattentive soldier gets lost in all the fracas, forgetting the sacred, divine ending, where mortal meets Creator, and becomes one with the Father, and so finally puts away childish things, the things of the world, temporary gain and pleasure . . . .

All fear, all trouble, all depression, ultimately imbues a soul when the soul mistakes the temporary with the eternal.  It is either one or the other.  Two sides rage.  Which side are you on?

Then FIGHT as if you were!...Committed!  ALL IN!

Until then, a petulant and slippery wankering carries on amongst the rabble, many of those only to be swept away--the zombies and those never alive, and the fleetingly alive dark monster souls roaming and devouring as puppet-masters . . . .

A supreme weapon in your arsenal, is when you find yourself alone, with only heaven and earth to hear, and you feel shame and recognize the hopeless cause of the temporary self fighting soldier, lost and purposeless, roaming the fallen bodies and the carnage all around.

What then becomes all to do, is to bring water to the fallen, those still moving and clinging to life.  To take them water and courage and love and caring, in the middle of the bloodthirsty factions as they fight overhead, conniving and vying and assaulting, even randomly, on all sides . . . .

There, in the blood and gore, hurting oneself and in pain . . . but casting about to save and succor one of the weak, fallen, or lost . . . to find comrades amidst the numbers, and heal one another, with the power of light and love, HIS light and love, being a conveyor, a transmitter, a link, straight to the love of God.

For it is truly only a waiting game.  THIS is not our world.  Our world is beyond, but coming.  Deep inside you know this.

But must remember! 

When all thoughts, and all actions,
and all intent, and focus,
and a purposeful investment of time and energy,
part of oneself,
devoted,
to those things which are pertinent on THE OTHER SIDE; and retreating from the hand-to-hand combat of those who literally are fighting over lost, doomed ground--THIS ground . . .

Only then, when you are working strictly and only for the Lord and His kingdom, do then the vicissitudes of temporary, violent, cruel, unjust life--as life is known on the lost and doomed battlefield--no longer have a hold on you.  The evil hands of a thousands angry demons begin to lose grip, for you are no longer on their level, so THEY no longer have right to assault; so at once you begin to slip away and become an ambassador--yea, even a lieutenant--for the God of light, who waits on the other side, and will soon wrap up this portion of His program, His divine play . . . .

One is nothing. 
There is no hope.
All is doomed.
There is no purpose . . . no meaning . . . at the end, for a life lived in temporary infatuation with the present reality--the scene of the day . . .. For a life alone, away from the will and purpose of God . . . .

All of it shall be swept away, one way or another, but surely, all gone, eventually of everything existing now in this snapshot of time . . . .

But the soul was created to yearn for everlasting life.  And so, the ambassador wakes up--the soldier awakens to finally quickly grasp the rod of life, which is the truth, Who reveals Himself to those He would.

Once revealed, the soul--by design and by sheer weight of the realization--slowly, but surely begins to only pay attention to
the promptings of deity within.  For there the kingdom starts, and a taste of it is felt and seen, and so, the deadliest soldier--a bane upon the wicked--is he/she who only commences with thoughts and activities that serve the Lord's purposes.

Being a standing for others--a strong, comforting shoulder to lean on, and with hands to help and words to heal, and songs to entertain, and meals to fix--these are some of the simple things, the destroyers of life, the weapons, of a warrior of the light, in the field, amidst the battle, what they will do;
for nothing else will matter, at the end, except what was done in the spirit of the Master . . . .

So they say, from lookout eryie . . . .


[*Tears of St. Peter by Luis Tansilo/Cervantes: Don Quixote]

Thursday, September 29, 2011

To break from Living-Dead Mass-Trance Thinking (YH)

I don't believe I am trying to develop anything novel.  I maintain very classical biblical Christian beliefs.  Like the once-smoker who becomes the most vociferous anti-smoker . . . I have looked and trekked down many diverse roads in the quest for truth, but now find a visceral repulsion towards concocted theories and "new interpretations" of scripture which fundamentally CHANGE the scripture's intended meaning.

Just as much, I loathe needlessly narrow-minded thinking and legalism--uninspired and unimaginative  group-think based in little more than dumb tradition and calcified habits, over time, becoming dogma with a false air of sanctity . . . .

Mostly, I am writing here for fun and simply for the love and awe of God and this life opportunity, which never ceases to amaze me . . . and for a love of writing and thinking and analyzing . . . and now having accrued some mileage, sharing lessons learned, dangers to be addressed, dealt with along the way . . . .

And thrown in . . . is the fact of having been focused on "end times" events/developments, from dreams and visions, and reading books and observation and study . . . since my pre-teen years . . . and just continuing that observation, naturally, here, still writing, but now on the interwebs . . . .:)

I apologize if others couldn't care less or find this current "YH" thesis uninteresting or irrelevant.  I do think it is important to stay interesting and I try to overall . . . . But I must say to me, I consider this the most important area of analysis and expose that I've probably ever done.  I know it may be hard to see that--may even be impossible to convey certain subjective realizations to another person in meaningful fashion . . . but for the love of writing and sharing I must try.

Involved . . . is a radical break from living-dead mass-trance thinking . . . .  I think few realize or achieve the utterly radical departure the Gospel of Jesus is capable of producing in a soul--most just keeping it corralled in mind as a set of rules to be followed and worldview to be believed.  Yes, that is critical and natural . . . but I am suggesting a whole different level of BEING and thinking and acting, where one is truly transformed, changed, and no longer in the grasp of the world and it's seductions and lures.  Freedom!  Freshness . . . peace . . . and especially being caught in a transcendent FLOW . . . guidance . . . carrying along . . . IN AND BY THE HOLY SPIRIT . . . day to day, hour by hour . . . in the eternal now, DIRECT relationship with God . . . and rescued from much, and finally ALL of the madness and entanglements of other peoples' ignorance--though still being amongst them . . . .

I am suggesting that we are deplorably controlled and formed--our minds are--by a demonic agenda, through the ages! . . . which seeks to shut us down, limit us, kill our freedom and joy and wonder, create automatonic slaves, and ultimately possess, then destroy . . . .This is not new, I know, but I see many fine Believers still thinking with and locked within the world's mind and suffering for it.

And that there are ways OUT of the mental conditioning . . . and away from the mass of anxiety that that state of mind yields . . . .

And that it all has simply to do with the Lord, the Father . . . Holy Spirit . . . and is the final, real, potent, transformative effect . . . of the bible . . . .

In very practical terms . . . learning how to extricate . . . from the world's agenda for conditioning your mind (which is rooted in a broad "theory of evolution" notion) is very helpful in current times.  I personally believe it is something that is happening especially AT this time--to help Believers cope and thrive and persist in the coming hard days . . . . As in, this fresh (Spirit)-transformed way of thinking and operating . . . is especially particular to this time--these end days.  For instance, entering into and holding fast within the "Yeshuah Hoop" . . . has the absolute power to transform a, for instance, PRISON experience--being captive . . . in rough conditions . . . . And in rough conditions of ANY kind--it is the way to get through!  To maintain even GOOD CHEER and be able to be a useful servant, tool, weapon . . . in the Lord's Hands as He does His work in this world . . . .

No worries if it is not clear what I am talking about, lol.  It may not be possible to convey directly--though I expect it is happening anyway, and of course not dependent on me but coming "from above" . . . . It just may help sharpen it and put some definition and acknowledgment to it . . . here . . . to be talking a bit about it, sharing the experience amongst friends . . . . eh? :)

Take care, God blessed you,
soul brother, thomas

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

YH note (It Takes A Village)

It takes a village.  Well, sometimes the whole village has gone corrupt.  A wicked spirit has moved in and slowly but surely coursed through everyone . . . except one.  That one will become the scapegoat and unless they can escape, will be sacrificed in some horrible way.  Or, a village will permeate with the spirit of God and all will be uplifted--even the recalcitrant, dragged along by the literal show and reality of goodness within the group.

Whole towns have gone one way or the other (or somewhere in between, more usually.)  Good grief, even a whole city, ie., may become infested by demonic spirits and there is only one family left holding the tide of darkness at bay, standing for the light.  See Lot.

In this impermanent village, it would be helpful if a scribe could gather together the "YH/Mind of God" discussion.  I'm going places not gone before here.  It is not about reincarnation.  That is just the foil--a useful subject to enter into far deeper and more important matters of the mind and spirit . . . . I believe there will be continuity throughout the depiction, rounding out in a "whole" . . . a "hoop" of sorts . . . completed by the end.

Further angles to be addressed . . . are . . . the dreadful danger of "the grass is greener over there" dis-ease . . . and the "Light-house Tower" effect/power . . . of focus/magnification.

Don't worry.  I've been listening to a lot of Kansas and so, the language is florid regarding titles . . . but these are all experiences and concepts which are practiced by one and all, familiar, though . . . especially in this day and age, it takes a shaking and jarring . . . to alter the collective trance . . . to try and break through . . . to awaken and stimulate . . . the materialized soul . . . into new and fresh and life-giving comprehension . . . (and recognizing that most thinking themselves out of the trance, actually aren't.)  Yup.

Surely, you have experienced the recurring tendency to think that your personal situation is uniquely more difficult than another's?  That if only you could "change it up" . . . "move" . . . attain a long sought goal/dream . . . THEN everything would be much better? . . . . AND . . . surely, everyone has experienced . . . that when you focus the mind . . . the light of the mind . . . the mind's eye . . . on a subject/object . . . you are actually able to delve into it and learn it better?

Very simple, every day tasks and experiences . . . .

AND . . . intrinsic to this relative phenomenon of ie., feeling like you've lived before . . . know certain people already . . . have some memory of even Heaven or pre-existence . . . other lives . . . other paths, cultures . . . .

The idea of reincarnation . . . is incidental to this discussion; but it's a good example and useful.  But what is actually being addressed here is something far, far more pertinent, relevant . . . to THE PATH/THE WAY . . . . and functioning as one dedicated to THE WAY, like a disciple . . . in CLOSE communication . . . with Divinity!

Yep.

:)

Anyway . . . I've been wanting to get to some of the deeper matters . . . since the beginning here... and feel I have laid enough groundwork (just in terms of nomenclature, metaphors, concepts etc.) to delve . . . to the places where I tend to dwell . . . .

WHICH, . . . I'm just sayin' . . . is a place . . . that deflects a lot of needless worry, trouble, "drama" . . . as this life marches along . . . .

Of course, some people love drama . . . and conflict.  Indeed, they seek it out, and if it is not there, they will conjure it up!  This they do for their ego's sake, to feel important and useful and necessary.  Meanwhile, they wreak all kinds of unnecessary and tiresome havoc . . . causing problems . . . and then "fixing" them . . . "correcting" others endlessly . . . . Tedious makework to justify one's proffered, self-vaunted position/"station"/title . . . .

 And for the most part, it's simply dross that will all be swept away in the Fires . . . forgotten muckraking to little good end, though a lot of smoke and noise . . . while it happened . . . .

{note re double posting of last blog... odd... my son also mentioned it .. but from here on my computer.. i can't see it..?  It just looks normal... but obviously "out there" ... its double posted and a bit messed up... sorry... can't figure out what happened there... oh well....thank for the heads up anyhow:)}

"Cede Now" redux

I just can’t shake the feeling that, yes, this is it. . . we are hitting the rapids after a longish stretch through what I once called “the fast moving waters”.   But now, the rapids. . . .   As I’ve been alerting for the past few weeks–hold on! Be girded. Get right and all that other good stuff. Preaching mostly to the choir here, I know . . . .   :)

    As I have been saying, there will be so many things happening on so many different fronts, and all so fast moving, that most people will simply go into a sort of shock. The danger to this is the decisions made while in that numbed state of mind. There will be the tendency to just follow authority figures–and while that may not be unavoidable, depending on how they are directing things, and WHO is the one directing . . . it will be the decisions made in crisis, much like acts performed in dreams–which show THE TRUE INNER SPIRIT and heart of the person.   It is one thing to talk online about standing for Jesus, amongst friends, with all danger in the abstract.

It will be quite another when there are literal knocks on the door and coercive threats to do “such and such” or else.   This past season of “fits and starts” has been helpful in acclimating the mind of the earnest observer to mentally and spiritually prepare for actual onslaught of real live, on the ground events. . . .   I am seeing many–more than I’ve ever noticed before–people starting to lose it. I mean friends, family, starting to buckle a bit from the pressure, from the madness, the surreal paradigm just too much where up is down and down is up, day after day. 



One tendency I’m noticing, which seems oddly ubiquitous at present, is a tendency towards overmuch self-pity, pouting, whining, utter despair. . . . .   It is suddenly pervasive and no doubt linked to a larger mechanism . . . .   Nevertheless, the immediate action to take is gratitude. It is not difficult to realize how much worse things could be for oneself. This self-pity comes from a mind and heart that have not fully surrendered to the complete will and sovereignty of God. The little mind, the ego still has “important things” it wants done for itself . . often some dream or fantasy . . . which is yet unfulfilled. And so the ego is not ready to fully cede to God, until a few “personal” objectives, aspirations are complete–THEN will come the surrender.



But that can be too late . . . . Herein lies the WHOLE TEST!   But for the child of God, those dreams will never come. Not like expected. For they are a form of idolatry. And the Lord will prevent them from taking over the life of the believer, in spite of their best efforts, otherwise the soul would have been lost forever. It’s hard for the fallen human to apprehend, but a life must be lost, surrendered wholly, before true life is gained, which is eternal.   Anyhow, run to gratitude for every little thing. Shrug off the personal disappointments. Cleave to righteousness–to the Holy Spirit, where comfort is quick and strong and real, amidst all that is ‘coming down’.   Cede to Him, for deliverance is nigh.   April 19, 2007I just can’t shake the feeling that, yes, this is it. . . we are hitting the rapids after a longish stretch through what I once called “the fast moving waters”.  

But now, the rapids. . . .   As I’ve been alerting for the past few weeks–hold on! Be girded. Get right and all that other good stuff. Preaching mostly to the choir here, I know . . . .   When I first heard the V-tech shooter’s voice and words–the things he was saying, my first thought was how perfectly he seemed to be echoing the things I’ve heard ritual abuse and mind control subjects describe–the things done to them as children, where the mind-spitting first starts taking place. . . . The deliberate fracturing of the mind through torture, humiliation, sexual and mental abuse. . . .  

Anyway, I understand that war preparations are near complete against Iran. They could break at any moment.   As I have been saying, there will be so many things happening on so many different fronts, and all so fast moving, that most people will simply go into a sort of shock. The danger to this is the decisions made while in that numbed state of mind. There will be the tendency to just follow authority figures–and while that may not be unavoidable, depending on how they are directing things, and WHO is the one directing . . . it will be the decisions made in crisis, much like acts performed in dreams–which show THE TRUE INNER SPIRIT and heart of the person.   It is one thing to talk online about standing for Jesus, amongst friends, with all danger in the abstract. It will be quite another when there are literal knocks on the door and coercive threats to do “such and such” or else.  

This past season of “fits and starts” has been helpful in acclimating the mind of the earnest observer to mentally and spiritually prepare for actual onslaught of real live, on the ground events. . . .   I am seeing many–more than I’ve ever noticed before–people starting to lose it. I mean friends, family, starting to buckle a bit from the pressure, from the madness, the surreal paradigm just too much where up is down and down is up, day after day.   One tendency I’m noticing, which seems oddly ubiquitous at present, is a tendency towards overmuch self-pity, pouting, whining, utter despair. . . . .   It is suddenly pervasive and no doubt linked to a larger mechanism . . . .  





Herein lies the WHOLE TEST!   But for the child of God, those dreams will never come. Not like expected. For they are a form of idolatry. And the Lord will prevent them from taking over the life of the believer, in spite of their best efforts, otherwise the soul would have been lost forever. It’s hard for the fallen human to apprehend, but a life must be lost, surrendered wholly, before true life is gained, which is eternal.   Anyhow, run to gratitude for every little thing. Shrug off the personal disappointments.
Cleave to righteousness–to the Holy Spirit, where comfort is quick and strong and real, amidst all that is ‘coming down’.   Cede to Him, for deliverance is nigh.  

blogpost, bt, April 19, 2007

Monday, September 26, 2011

Quick Jot & Tittle

fireballs are in the news . . . and the increasing anti-capitalist protests in NY and LA . . . fireballs and riots .. markers . . . . More of all it coming..... Putin is back and ready to take the reigns in earnest, so the bear will start becoming more and more prominent (but as the "liberator" of those oppressed by "global wall street capitalism") . . . many will look to Russia as the champion of the people--yikes..... Mainly the tittle here is . . . to remind to check that you have addresses . . . contact addresses, numbers kept safe in HARD COPY ... not just digital format .. but on a paper somewhere ... so that, if you want . . . folks of like mind and spirit can stay in touch via pony express or hopefully the post office will still be operating ... good old fashioned written letters! ... note my po box there ... and double check with old friends that their address is the same etc. as one you might have for them ....

Just sayin' . . . . Well, things are clearly ramping up now ... it's gonna get ugly..(btw, try to stay cute the uglier it gets!)....... especially free speech and ease of communication like we have now will be curtailed and remember fondly . . . .

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Divine Ethereal Time & Spacecraft: Imagination (YH)

I was an only child for the most part.  I did have a lot of Mormon cousins about and later in 'tween years briefly lived with a couple of half brothers (lived 1 year in Cali with them at 14-15, visited in summers since 5) and an adopted baby brother at age 12 . . . lived with for less than a year until another divorce upended the table . . . but mostly grew up an only child . . . with a vivid and relentless imagination as my playmate . . . .

"Pretending to be . . . . " fill in the blank was the order of the day.  Loved, loved, loved to "pretend" . . . .

I've mentioned early character roles, such as considering myself a Cherokee Indian around 4-5 . . . . Then an intense, visceral period of pretending to be certain kinds of animals.  I remember practically, literally BECOMING them.  PRE-tending . . . morphed into a kind of BE-coming . . . .

I was always very good at running "on all fours" . . . won all the races in school for that, heh . . . and could move fast, very fast . . . especially when I was a cheetah (my favorite childhood animal).  Next, I loved primates--gorillas, chimps . . . . When I created a scenario in my mind of being a powerful gorilla leader . . . I could feel the immense strength in my arms, chest, shoulders . . . . Primate mannerisms were all there.  I liked to watch "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom" and read books on animals . . . .



I still remember a day I decided to investigate and BE . . . a wolf.  It was similar but starkly different in ways than, ie., being a cheetah or lion.  As a wolf, the movements were more linear, angular, straightforward and direct.  As a cat everything was more fluid, circular, liquid and furtive.  Mental, attitudinal characteristics came with the pretension.  I would think like a cat, maneuver like a cat . . . when a cat . . . or, as a wolf felt the dog's more blunt boldness, face value style, direct approach . . . . As a chimp, I reveled in the unpredictability, spontaneity, silliness . . . which could shift suddenly to fierce aggression . . . .

Going large, I could be a bear . . . . Then, it was all about power with dominant abandon . . . casual, savoir faire . . . unconcerned because no other creature was likely to take me on . . . .

I recall, in the blessing time of childhood, where imagination is so strong and there is an innate connection bodily to the earth, to nature, to other creatures . . . that when I was pretending to be an animal . . . I WAS that animal.  There was no faking to it.  I mean, I could feel its body, the way it moved, thought, viewed others in comparison . . . like the native tales of "skinwalkers" . . . or so-called shamans who can enter the bodies of animals . . . or shapeshifters who actually morph into another type of creature . . . this was very nearly the feeling and knowing of what happened there . . . "playing" . . . as a child.



I have also experienced something like looking out of the eyes of an eagle, a bird . . . while in flight.  The Indians especially, but truly all "native/indigenous" people . . . were always very closely tied to the other creatures in their environment . . . from jungle aboriginals . . . to ancient Celtic druids in the highlands . . . . "Primitive man" . . . before he/she is utterly ensconced in the mental fences of "modern" socio-cultural" conditioning . . . is naturally and organically linked to all of other creation, creatures . . . .

Depending on a people or person's locale . . . needs and intent . . . they could focus on a type of creature and, in a sense, become it--learn its ways, habits, personality . . . deeply--I say, from "within."

In short, being created in the "image of God" . . . we share (though infinitesimally) His qualities and abilities.  Our minds--mental abilities--must be contoured similarly to His, or we could not be capable of having the "mind of Christ" (1 Cor.2:16), which we are basically commanded to do.

Imagination . . . is a divine characteristic, particular to humans.  As a child, we are yet close to our source, before society and family upbringing begins its "education", clouding and contorting the profound eye of innocence which "sees" directly . . . and "as children" closer to the innate characteristics, abilities, "image" . . . of God. 

Sadly, it is taken for granted, missed and so abused by others' agenda's . . . we do not realize how much our imagination is LIKE God.  Limitless.  Unbounded.  Free . . . and independent.

In the "mind's eye" . . . you say, "let there be a table" . . . and immediately, there is a table.  There it is!  You can say, "let there be a deer . . . pausing in the forest . . . by a sunlit brook . . . in fall."  And . . . THERE IT IS!

We call Him The Creator, because that is one of His most apt and basic descriptors.  He CREATES.  Creating . . . is what we know Him by.  He created the world; created us; created the plan . . . .

And WE create, like Him, in our own (albeit limited) ways.

Being in His image and being able to take upon us the mind of Christ, which we are to do, it is no wonder that our minds . . . are able . . . to be one with His . . . in completion . . . WHOLLY . . . but also in discrete ways . . . . For, we are separate individuals . . . having discrete and separate lives/experiences . . . .

Operating . . . in discrete avenues . . . within circuits . . . connected as we are to the MIND OF GOD . . . we have as a natural ability, so created, the ability to VISIT and practically experience . . . another creature or person . . . AS GOD is so able to indwell another.

Yep.  I just said that.

Such an ability can obviously be used for evil; for it is a most powerful and divine attribute . . . requiring perfect responsibility (as only Holy Spirit/The Lord can properly direct) . . . but also, it is used for the greatest good, for it is the SAINTLY ABILITY to feel and know and see/hear and take on the suffering of another, for instance--where Christlike empathy and compassion . . . LOVE!--is exercised.



Time and space are encompassed via the transport "craft" of the divine attribute of imagination.

The living dead abhor imagination and attempt to stifle, ridicule, destroy, subvert this most incredible of sacred functions.

"Indigenous" . . . "primitive" . . . "childlike" . . . people know its power well, and guided by Holy Spirit, it combines with faith--sacred will--to "move mountains"!

Within what I have termed the "Yeshuah Hoop", or "the mind of God" . . . we are able to focus on a subject . . . and go there . . . become it in many subtle and objective ways . . . "knowing" the target even better than it may know itself.  "Pretending" . . . is an inadequate word to describe what is actually happening in this mode . . . . but because it has been deliberately avoided in our Godless culture, there are not more accurate ways to describe easily used . . . .

There are other processes going on as well, involving DNA . . . cellular memory . . . the machinery of the body . . . which I will continue describing . . . as I give my answer on why and how it is that we sometimes seem able to know, feel, see . . . ie., "past lives" . . . other times, places in history . . . mistaken for being "reincarnated" . . . .

But you can see now, generally, where this is going . . . . :)

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Mystic Puritan Flying Rainbow Armored Spirit



Mystic puritan in flying rainbow'd armor . . . .

I don't ken with those who've stolen language . . . . For instance, the above phrase sets off all sorts of negative triggers in the mind because of post-modern religio-politic conditioning . . . .

I fancy more the freedom of spirit untethered to current religious and social taboos and morays . . . where words are not loaded, but simply tools to describe reality.  And I don't buy that everyone "has their own reality", their "own truth."  No, there is a fundamental truth and reality which can be searched and found and followed . . . .

Puritan . . . . The Puritans have a bad rap; and while there are imbalances and extremes which ruin any mode of living . . . basically, the Puritans were about self-control/discipline . . . purity . . . love of righteousness . . . moderation . . . adherence to principles . . . self-denial--all critical practices and concepts for the spiritual seeker, but hated by the lovers of the world, of pleasure and "do what thou wilt."  I tend towards Puritanism, austerity, self sacrifice, though like anyone else in this world, struggle to live the ideal I hold in my mind for ultimately how I would like to be.  I learned a while ago that "self-discipline" . . . "control of self" is a tricky business and the tendency is exert one's will . . . maintain for a stretch, fall, go through a period of self-loathing and repentance, then gather oneself, strive again, binge, purge, in cycles . . . but each time of failure becoming more and more despondent. 
Actually, there is a subtle move one can make, within, where, yes one still strives, but you finally and fully accept that NEVER will you succeed through your own effort, but only when the Lord comes in and transforms, does real, lasting change happen.  Keeping the inner (spiritual) eye on the ideal held in the imagination . . . but then praying for, asking God to make you BE THAT . . . is the real "secret".

Mystic . . . . The suited pulpit men and their scholars have determined that "mystical inspiration" is heresy.  I think it is a matter of semantics.  I was not conditioned by church people or seminaries.  My whole journey to the Lord, to THE BIBLE has been what I would easily call a "mystical experience."  If it were not for the Holy Spirit guiding me WITHIN . . . WHERE JESUS SAID THE KINGDOM IS (which description sounds utterly mystical to me, by the way) . . . and for having visionary experiences, and noting signs, and meditating on reality and on the person of God . . . well, I would be a lost soul, wandering the hellish worlds within and without.  Simply to me, a mystic . . . is someone who understands the Lord's symbolic parables and guidance that "the Kingdom of God is within you."  And it is someone who loves the spirit of the Lord WHICH IS WITHIN and is fascinated by--deeply interested in--the reality of this existence, of BEING, of this world and promises of the world to come . . . . An UN-mystical person . . . thinks only about cars, sex, a showy house, fine clothes, entertainment, competing to be "the best", etc.,--"the pleasures of the world" . . . with little or NO thought about the meaning and purpose of life and life after death.  There are the living . . . and the living dead.  As I see, the "living" are all natural mystics . . . the "living dead" are "practical" . . . "scientific" . . . materialists . . . .


A "Christian mystic" is just someone who seeks the meaning and purpose of life . . . and finds it in the supernatural experience of meeting and believing in the divine person of Yeshuah Ha Mashiah, Jesus Christ Messiah . . . .

Rainbow . . . . I have not let the sodomites steal the rainbow in my mind.  I understand why they would want to.  Rainbows are magical, wonderful things in this world to the human eye.  So beautiful and inspiring.  And a sign of hope, symbol of diversity.

I have supreme hope--indeed, no doubt that God exists, that He loves each and every one of us and has a plan to include our eternal being.  And I love His diversity.  Many times here I have gone on and on in wonder and appreciation over the multiplicity, diversity of God's creations.  All the different races, cultures, personalities, lands, cities, religions, histories . . . in the world . . . I find endlessly intriguing and rich.  It is the left-wing Luciferian globalists clods who want to homogenize everyone and everything . . . creating one, monolithic, authoritarian conformist culture.  Contrary to popular secular programming, I find that Believers, and real Christians love diversity and are the most tolerant of others.  Fake Christians?  Yeah, they are just as ignorant and authoritarian as the Satanists; indeed they tend to actually be Satanists, though they claim the Name . . . .

And Flying Armor . . . . Some people run from the imagery of war--the depiction of this life as a battle.  Often, these are people who simply want you to surrender, lol.  "Peace, peace, disarm!" the communists protest and shout . . . as they roll up the tanks in the back alley to blow your head off from behind . . . .

But, He came with the SWORD OF TRUTH . . . to divide . . . to engage in the battle between good and evil, the fallen angels and His disciples are locked in mortal combat . . . daily . . . this place is a battle ground whether one likes that fact or not.

AND . . . flying . . . is great.  By that, lol, I just mean . . . freedom of thought, of action . . . reveling in the free will arena we DO have--in itself is like a miracle and an incredible blessing that most obnoxiously (to me) are dead to.  Blah . . . another day . . . dour . . . rote . . . get a job with benefits is their pinnacle experience.  Blech!  This place is a wonderland!  This life, hard as it is and horrific . . . IS ASTOUNDING to the living soul--to mystic mind which SEES beyond the merely material.  And I reject many of the limitations that legalists and churchy-minded bureaucratic types are constantly trying to place on believers, "A 'christian' doesn't believe that . . . you can't do this . . . you can't say that

Today . . . as any other, I toast the mystic puritan flying rainbow armored FREE SPIRIT, ruled by the Lord, not self-will and others . . . .

Salut . . . .

Friday, September 23, 2011

The New Creation...be it today

As for me, my Creator, I shut my eyes to all exterior things, which are but vanity and vexation of spirit, (Eccles. i. 14,) that I may enjoy in the deepest recesses of my heart an intimate companionship with Thee through Jesus Christ thy Son, who is thy Wisdom and Eternal Understanding. He became a child that by his childhood and the folly of his cross, he might put to shame our vain and lying wisdom. Cost what it may, and in spite of my fears and speculations, I desire to become lowly and a fool, still more despicable in my own eyes than in those of the wise in their own conceit. Like the apostles, I would become drunk with the Holy Spirit, and be content with them to become the sport of the world.

I find Thee everywhere within. It is Thou that doest every good thing which I seem to do. I have a thousand times experienced that I could not of myself govern my temper, overcome my habits, subdue my pride, follow my reason nor will again the good which I had once willed. It is Thou that must both bestow the will and preserve it pure; without Thee I am but a reed shaken by the wind. Thou art the author of all the courage, the uprightness and the truth which I possess; Thou has given me a new heart which longs after thy righteousness, and which is athirst for thine eternal truth; Thou has taken away the old man full of filth and corruption, and which was jealous, vain, ambitious, restless, unrighteous and devoted to its own pleasure. In what a state of misery did I live. Ah! could I ever have believed that I should be enabled thus to turn to Thee, and shake off the yoke of my tyrannical passions?

But, behold a marvel that eclipses all the rest! Who but Thee could ever have snatched me from myself, and turned all my hatred and contempt against mine own bosom? I have not done this; for it is not by our own power that we depart from self; no! Thou, O Lord, didst shine with thine own light into the depth of my heart which could not be reached by any other, and didst there reveal the whole of my foulness. I know that, even after beholding, I have not changed it; that I am still filthy in thy sight, that my eyes have not been able to discover the extent of my pollution; but I have, at least, seen a part, and I desire to behold the whole. I am despised in my own sight, but the hope that I have in Thee causes me to live in peace; for I will neither flatter my defects nor suffer them to discourage me. I take thy side, O God, against myself; it is only by thy strength that I am able to do this. Behold what hath God wrought within me! and Thou continuest thy work from day to day in cleansing me from the old Adam and in building up the new. This is the new creation which is gradually going on. fenelon

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Don't Let Them Steal Your Mind, Your Soul....

Going to do a talk with Zeph in the morning . . . thurs. morn.  It's been a while . . . .
Snapshot of the moment . . . the cutting edge of Holy Spirit says, don't let them steal your mind, your life.

We live in a time of virtual reality--most of what is poured into our heads . . . is calculated simply to draw us away from the simplicity of the Spirit, of truth, . . . from the Lord of the soul.

Events come and go.  Most fears are never realized.  But a good citizen keeps his eye on the doings of the world, but not to be conscripted into its madness.

The spiritual path . . . is always one of simplicity.  Once upon it, the "simple things in life" all become profound and wondrous.  Do not let anyone . . . ANYONE . . . take you away from relationship with the Creator, which is your birthright.

And each soul, each individual--YOU! . . . are infinitely important, meaningful, and intrinsic to the completion of God's design.  They would have you just a mechanized cog, part of a process, living and dying for some intangible "greater good."  This is a lie and an assault on the individual . . . on YOU!  YOU . . . reading this right NOW!..............

You stand at the cusp of eternal significance . . . as important and valuable in God's eyes as any one thing He has ever created.  Love--HIS love . . . watches over you every moment and cares . . . .

You are part of a sacred, holy, unique . . . cosmic . . . family . . . .

Wars and tyrants, comets and earthquakes . . . come and go . . . .

YOU . . . stand . . . forever, who believe so simply and beautifully . . . on the name of the intervening Saviour.

THIS is what is to be reiterated, aside from the usual cacophony . . . .

:)
cosmic brother, thomas

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

YH: The Importance of Urgency vs. Ongoing Process

Rather than an amoeba starting out and then progressing, evolving . . . into a so-called "higher life form", it is more like . . . that a we start out already knowing the truth, and then fall, and simply must be saved.  The devil came in early and established the concept of "evolving"--that we start from a basic, mindless cell, and then grow and evolve continuously, "higher" and "higher" . . . progressing, getter "better", becoming more and more godlike, over time, through lives and ages . . . until we "realize" that we are the very God we were seeking all along.

There is a deeply insidious and downright evil component in this paradigm.  Primarily, it is that the Saviour is displaced and instead all is just process and work of the self . . . to eventually achieve perfection/godhood.

An example:  When I was a young boy, I was filled with the Holy Spirit.  I inherently believed in God, spoke to Him, felt Him, heard Him . . . and it was all very natural.  Part of the blessing of innocence, of being a child, childlike.  I could easily feel what was right . . . what was wrong . . . that there was sin . . . and that there was the sacred.  I understood in very basic, simple terms . . . that the purpose of this life was to submit wholly to God and stay away from all things . . . and people . . . that would lead me astray.

Then, demons came in, tricked my mind to consider other possibilities and to try out alternative ways of living, different beliefs, practices.  So, leaving the original innocent and blessed state of childlike knowing, I went off on tangents, took sideroads, attempted shortcuts, and also, just out of curiosity and with a love of adventure, explored various other realms of consciousness, so-to-speak.

But always still speaking to God, whether confused and deluded, still attempting to find Him, understand Him only deeper and more profoundly.

Now, the "evolutionist" would say that this is all good; that a person starts at certain "low" level . . . and then, gradually, albeit in fits and starts, GROWS . . . EVOLVES "upward" . . . closer and closer to "realization" (or God) and that the original innocent state was incomplete--that it is important and part of the "plan" to go through all these diverse experiences . . . because it's all a part of "awakening" . . . or, as they like to say, "ascending" . . . . And, while there may be richness added to our final state of being because of the routes we happened to take, I dare say many, if not most, of the excursions were not "necessary".  They tend to be little more than time wasted, opportunities lost, and paltry self-seeking depriving the Lord an able and willing body in this world to do His service.

I say no.  It is NOT a ever increasing evolution going on, ie., through different lives, reincarnated, progressing, learning . . . learning . . . working . . . working . . . on "self realization/godhood" . . . . Actually, it is a case of . . . once already knowing the truth . . . then LOOSING it . . . FALLING into sin and distraction . . . . and only because God Himself steps in to retrieve the lost soul does one have the opportunity for reaching perfection.

I believe much of science has been fudged and manipulated . . . in the extreme . . . to create the mental construct within us all to even subconsciously . . . believe in the general rule or paradigm of "evolution" as being the natural order of things, including how we progress from ignorance . . . towards God realization (ie., reaching heaven). . . .

A great danger in evolutionary thinking/paradigm . . . is, as stated earlier, that immediately . . . the focus of one's spiritual efforts becomes more concentrated on the self--the work of the self . . . ie., the history, past lives, ongoing progress etc. of the self "on it's way" to God.  PROCESS jumps in the driver's seat, steered by self.  Instead of SPIRIT operating from a position of complete brokenness and desperate need for a Saviour.

The evolutionary approach . . . says . . . "hey, it may take some time . . . several lives, maybe hundreds of lives . . . and maybe even different worlds . . . multiple bodies . . . BUT SOMEDAY . . . eventually . . . I will get "there" . . . . "

Whereas, seeing the truth of the matter--that we are fallen, sin-wracked creatures in a fallen, devil-ruled world and INCAPABLE of any good on our own--there is an URGENCY to get right!  There is a cry and desperate plea NOW to the Lord to be saved!  No wending through countless lives and bodies . . . over eons of time . . . slowly but surely . . . becoming perfected . . . . RATHER, TODAY!  NOW!  I need the Lord to SAVE ME~! Oh, He has?  He sacrificed Himself for me?  For my sins?  Now, this brings immediacy and instant deep felt gratitude and the inclination to praise, to worship such a God . . . and wait earnestly upon Him in humility!

A person believing in the theory of evolution . . . thinks that things are always getting better, regardless of appearances.  The new agers say, "yes, we need to go through some growing pains . . . it will get rough . . . but this is all to birth a new, "higher evolved" being" etc.  So, they are able to turn a calloused, functionary, mechanistic eye . . . to the suffering of others.  Hey, it's all necessary . . . just part of "growth" and "ascension".

On the contrary, the creationist view looks at the suffering of even one person right now . . . as something to be alleviated!  No, the world is not "getting better" . . . more "enlightened" . . . "ascending" . . . . Rather, it is devolving into a virtual hell and souls need to be saved!  Since the fall, it has been an ongoing tale of violence, lies, treachery, rape, abuse, theft, betrayal, torture, year after year . . . . Sometimes waning for a while in some locale . . . sometimes lessening for a stretch, but then here comes King Edward (Longshanks) butchering Scottish children, women and boys, hanging them from the Tower to be stoned, abused . . . . Here comes Mao . . . Stalin . . . Castro . . . . the Prescott boys . . . . Here comes surveillance on every street corner, enforced vaccinations of babies, millions of bloody abortions, rampant pedophilia, militant sexual liberation . . . pictured in every magazine, at the news stands for children to see, or on the Disney channel . . . pervasive, ubiquitous, oppressive, overflowing . . . filth, perversion, cruelty, pollution, poisonous food, air, water and social injustices hourly, wars, depleted uranium, sabotaged nuclear facilities, broken families, drug and porn addicted masses . . . . 

Things are evolving?  The kind of delusion that can think so . . . is actually insane and of a type that will not bat an eyelash or skip an afternoon latte macchiato . . . when the hindrances to "higher evolution"/ascension (certain people) are outright massacred or hauled off in chemically residued trains . . . necessary for the "progress" of the "greater good".

Most importantly, in one's own life, the tendency to view life as one of evolving to truth . . . is fraught with danger, for there is a (fallen) reflex to put off repentance and surrender.  While putting it off and so, not feeling the sense of urgency which recognition of our awful condition engenders . . . a perfect SPACE and opportunity is made for the demonic realm to slip in and divert and cause trouble.  While "exploring" . . . the "evolving" soul . . . is open season for all the evil and powerful supernatural entities who await in the bushes and permeate the grounds appurtenant "adventurous" sideroads and curious forks leading off into alluring darkness.

No, it is not that we are evolving, progressing, growing . . . .

But that we once had paradise, and lost it, and now must be saved . . . .

Very different, the ramifications upon the psychology of a person, which view is taken.  And while many think they follow the latter, actually, the evolutionary meme is SO ingrained into our education and upbringing and psyche . . . that subconsciously, it still rules much of how we make decisions in our lives.

Life--in the broadest sense) is  more like a circle, a circuit, a "hoop" . . . rather than like a straight, ascending line.  We don't go from infancy . . . progressing to youth . . . growing, improving, perfecting . . . to middle age . . . culminating in a stronger body, brighter mind, purer heart at the point of old age.  Instead, we are an infant, learn some things and do alright for a while, getting stronger, more able . . . until . . . middle age . . . then begin to decline in health, ambition, energy, and often intellect . . . returning more back into a (older aged) state similar to the neediness of a baby at the end.  A circle.  Not a straight ascending line.  Also, it often happens that we were better people, more honest, more sincere, more giving, brighter and more loving . . . when we were a child, compared to those who become bitter, resentful, complaining, diseased, forgetful, mean, unimaginative, lethargic etc. in older age.

But note, that the power of the intervening Holy Spirit, or Spirit of the Lord, can come in at ANY age, young or old, and immediately transform a life--change a person at once; can make an "old-aged" person "born again" . . . new . . . fresh . . . alive . . . vibrant . . . awake . . . anointed . . . despite the entropy of the material body's life . . . .
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Now, . . . I have much more to say on all of this.  This is just a start . . . . I am eager to get to the exciting part--why it is so much more fantastic and wondrous and sacredly mysterious and empowering . . . to consider the "Yeshuah Hoop" answer to, ie., this supernatural-like sense  that . . . we have lived before, or lived as other people, or even as another kind of creature . . . . . A hint:  Imagination is . . . a sacred, divine power . . . and deliberately marginalized and belittled and obfuscated as to its Holy power . . . . . .

(to be continued shortly....assuming Elenin or some monster CME doesn't extirpate the writer herewith and anon . . .   :)bt

Monday, September 19, 2011

Intro to the YH and other bits....

"YH" introduction:

The concept of evolution . . . is startlingly effective as a psychological straight-jacket to keep one away from the truth.

I am going to skirmish at the edges of this grand topic . . . as provided . . . for I don't believe it can be apprehended straight on or by one simple sentence or paragraph.  I will give the answer up front, basically in a sentence, yes, but it will fall like a pebble hitting a wall of shining, solid armor, no dent . . . and quickly lost in the rest of the bramble on the ground.

Somewhat poetic language is required, because the truth is so vast, so holistic, utterly organic . . . that many miss it like the miss the forest for the trees.  Straining at gnats while swallowing camels also comes into play.

The concept of evolution . . . is so deeply entrenched in our psyches and inculcated to be our basic worldview, life-view, spiritual view, etc. that it is like the water a fish swims in.  The fish does not feel "wet".  Water, to the fish, is like air to us; ubiquitous, invisible . . . "the air we breathe".

So too is the ages-long evolution meme.

And entering this topic . . . is part of the skirmishing at the edges . . . to get at this question of reincarnation--or, more specifically, that sense and belief that many people have of being linked to a certain historical period or race or era . . . . And a host of other questions that the thoughtful, spiritually-minded person naturally has as they ponder life and its mysteries . . . .

Here is my conclusion on the matter, in a sentence:  "the mind of God".

Now, I will attempt to "un-pack" what I mean by that.  I will do so in a series of writings--not in one fell swoop, but as the days go along.  When I am addressing this basic topic I will use the acronym "YH" in the title to show that this particular discussion is underway--"the skirmishing at the edges" is continuing . . . .

By "YH" I mean "the Yeshuah Hoop".  I have mentioned this concept before.  By "hoop" I am implying a circuit . . . a circle . . . a closed circuit or ring--something whole and complete.  It is also a term I devised denoting "the mind of God." 

By the way, I see a new fellow on the scene claiming to be the reincarnation of Jesus Christ, this Alan John Miller in Australia and his wife (reincarnated Mary Magdalene) . . . .

Wow, between this guy and David Wilcock . . . we've got the reincarnations of the son of the God AND the sun god Ra~! 

Anyway, zinger's aside, I think this is a most important topic and will share what I've discovered after years and years of study, thought, meditation, prayer--and I believe a breakthrough--on the matter . . . . Developing . . . . .
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Meanwhile . . .  what a week we've got here . . . heading into the 25th-27th purported window . . . among other things . . . . The kick-off "day of rage" where the commi's and anarchists (ironically financed BY the banksters) gets underway on the march to the eventual "riots" . . . .

The "Travelers" squatter eviction in Essex . . . the "Dale" community clashes to be . . . .

Rosh Hashana . . . .

Barry Soetoro to be rolling in at the creepy Denver airport . . . in Denver (the supposed eventual new nwo capital) the 27th . . . . interesting timing .... ?

The satellite crashing to the earth at the end of the month . . .

And so many other odd things going on . . . . What a time . . . .

Which is why I like to . . . yes, keep an eye on things . . . but also continue on in normal fashion, considering deep issues like "the Yeshuah Hoop" . . . .

I do not fret one whit about the future.  Normal concerns, yes.  Plans and preps, advisedly, of course.  Working hard . . . staying reasonably fit, healthy, but not obsessive . . . and so on . . . .

All . . . complete . . . finished . . . in His great sacrifice . . . .

The rest, always developing . . . .

In the world, not of it; rendering to Caesar what is Caesar's . . . and to God . . .what is God's . . . .

GBU
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love ya, I do!
thomas, brother

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Ignore the Cynics... to Advance Boldly Kingdom Way

It's interesting.  There is a great spiritual resistance every time I go to write here.  The cynic would say I'm being presumptuous, but I absolutely believe it is typical demonic attempts to thwart ANYthing done sincerely for and on behalf of truth and the Lord.  I believe . . . based on experience and study, undoubtedly that the fallen spirits are ubiquitous and constantly at hand to try and subvert any and every effort made by a person in the direction of proclaiming the Gospel.

I don't view them as unusual, Hollywood-style creatures causing dramatic special effects-like scenarios; but rather they are constant companions, as natural to our present condition as is the sun, the wind, insects, animals, food and water.

Their greatest weapon has been to inculcate--within the culture and general belief paradigms . . .a knee-jerk, cynical, mocking attitude to dismiss their reality as only being something fanciful, mythological, delusional etc.  For they operate most effectively when their presence and power is ignored, shrugged off, disbelieved . . . .

They love to sow discord at every opportunity--especially between loved ones, family, friends, community.  Specific ones are often assigned to specific people, and they know your life story and familial history so that they can "tailor-make" their attacks on you, always in camouflage, hiding in bad habits, proclivities, repetitive thought patterns . . . to make you think it is all just part of your mind and personality.

You can see them often in a conquering mode when a person finally acquiesces . . . to some negative trait and finally proclaims accepted defeat by saying things like, "Well, that's just the way I am."  Their philosophy is libertinism . . . disguised as a sort of cool, laissez faire attitude of "do what you want, so long as you don't hurt anybody."

Budding believers . . . who are beset with particular sins--drug and alcohol abuse, homosexuality, promiscuousness, lying, greed, adultery, etc.--acknowledge surrender to the demon when they, rather than condemn themselves and their sin, just throw in the towel and quit trying to overcome, saying, "this is who I am; accept me; I accept myself for who I am" and what was once a habit or tendency to be renounced actually becomes a flag, a banner . . . to be aggressively waved:  "This is who I am!  Accept Me!  I'm ok, you're ok!"  And the defeated soul then will even start to become a champion for the sin, PROMOTING it and perhaps even starting a religion or club or society based on the sin!  Here, the demon has won and such people will increasingly grow from desiring tolerance of their sin, to asking for tolerance . . . to demanding tolerance followed by a growing anger and militancy and defensiveness and, ironically intolerance of others . . . to eventually demanding that OTHERS now begin to practice or at least support and accept the relinquishing to the particular sin.

And in small things, every day, the invisible ghouls are at work.  Constantly.  They are ignored at one's peril, for they always start small, get a foothold, make a nest, then become the life/blood-sucking parasite within, with designs to finally consume and destroy the host.

As mentioned, their greatest weapon is to create a climate where discussion such as this is seen as kooky, absurd, fantastic, delusional etc.  For the great weapon used against them is LIGHT and in recognizing their presence and devious activities--Seeing their reality!

One of the most profound means of escaping continued trouble and oppression in one's life . . . is to recognize that there is a devil and that he is real . . . and he has minions . . . who are daily attempting to steal you from the Lord and His protection.

At first, when you seriously begin to notice and observe the demons' deeds in your day-to-day life . . . they throw a fit.  They will jump to a spouse or child or friend or boss or co-worker and attempt to stir up some vitriolic drama, a diversion, a crisis . . . to throw you off their trail.  Most times, you will find that you fall for it.  But once you learn to observe how they move about, from person to person and how they devise situations and dramas . . . you become adept at noting their unique calling card . . . for they too have personalities of a sort and they each specialize in different modes of harassment.  As in, they will focus on a certain weakness and then practice various and sundry ways to provoke and expand said weakness.  Demons specializing in inhabiting specific sins . . . can be found targeting a variety of different people, though separated now in time and space, who fall to that same sin.  So, for instance, let's say a famous actor or musician . . . suffers from a kind of drug addiction; and you do too.  Well, you may be host to the very SAME arch-demon who harassed Alice Cooper or Kurt Cobain, or Robert Downey Jr.

This is why we sometimes find ourselves inexplicably drawn to certain celebrities or world figures . . . identifying with them in a deep, peculiar and profound way . . .  as if we knew the character closely and personally . . . and we find ourselves succumbing to the same sins, weaknesses that attack them.  This is another great trick of the demonic.  To hide within hero worship or obsession with another personality, whereby, you start taking on the traits of that personality . . . which is actually, just the demon moving to and fro, through time and space, between the two of you, tying you to them on a psychic level, and yoking the sins together, to strengthen the sin in your case.

Learning how they work, and not being afraid to acknowledge their reality, and steadfastly shining the light of observation on them . . . eventually makes it so they cannot abide your presence.  This is why reading the scripture regularly and associating with other believers, and reading other believers' testimonies and earnest expression . . . is so important.  When you are cut off from such, the demon goes to work and very soon you will find yourself isolated and just holding court with the resident devilish parasite.

But personal awareness . . . consciousness . . . presence of mind . . . combined with purity of heart . . . focused on Jesus and always inviting Jesus within . . . is the great sterilizer; is in the mode of spiritual Light.  Being un-astonished and matter-of-fact about the reality and pervasiveness of these supernatural creatures . . . is a great radiating factor against their fungus-like operations--a fierce and effective weapon to banish them from your existential arena.  They are always lurking and will continuously be looking for new entry or a "back door" left open . . . but they can certainly be kept at bay most of the time and pushed out of, and away from, your daily, nightly, close, personal atmosphere . . . . Ignoring the cynical, thoughtless fool who would say believing in demons is silly . . . is a fast, powerful way, to advance quickly and boldly in the Kingdom Way . . . .



They are the cause of many and diverse annoyances and crises mistaken for legitimate issues.  In other words, a lot of issues and causes and problems we spend precious time and effort on, trying to fix via complicated means, . . . are actually little more than the torment of one or more personal demons--actual supernatural beings, assigned and attached to you, prescribed to divert and confuse your mind and heart and send it off on great adventures, wasting days and years, in eventually pointless, meaningless wild pursuits.  Whatever it takes to displace the Lord and replace with a thousand and one other goals, agendas, programs, works, causes etc., is their primary objective.

The Other Is Hell Demon (OISH-Demon) works closely with all the demons in their basic effort to marginalize and mock the notion of the reality of demonic attacks.  This is effected by making you afraid to talk about such a topic with anyone else, though you believe it privately.  The OISH-Demon makes sure that you fear ever discussing or even entertaining the idea that demons are real and a part of daily life.  "People will think I'm crazy . . . if I talked about such a thing or if they knew I believed it" . . . .

So, hardly . . . even in churches . . . is this most critical topic ever mentioned, let alone seriously addressed.  Meanwhile, there in the pews, tens, scores, hundreds of members, sitting there . . . are attacked, infested, practically possessed and suffer daily for it, ascribing the suffering to anything BUT simply the warfare extant on the spiritual plane . . . this ongoing battle between Satan's little helpers and the soul who seeks God.

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btw, I still intend to cover the reincarnation question . . . . will try to get to that tomorrow morn or asap.... It relates to a huge topic and concept and, I dare say, reality . . . that I want to make sure I can capture and relate clear enough to be helpful, if not at least interesting to consider . . . :)

I've also fixed the typos in the last entry.  Sometimes I write in a rush and don't have time to proof-read so there are dumb typos . . . but I usually go back and correct these, which sometimes even changes the meaning and emphasis of the piece, if serious enough of a mistake . . . . so, just saying, if you read a blog and it doesn't make sense in some passage . . . perhaps check back and I will have found and corrected it . . . . . ie., I don't have time to quick proof this here writing... but WILL and correct mistakes as needed . . . fwiw....:)

also... RD you were right, my b-day is november . . . I was vague when I mentioned  a feeling of warning re the 8th as to what month . . .  Thanks:)

And . . . I've added some new/old songs to soundclick . . . . I don't think I've ever released Open Club before, but maybe I have.  It's an old silly 80s club song I tossed off one day in BH's home basement studio . . . for kicks and giggles . . . . The live saxaphone playing on Heat Wave and Tears Like Rain is exceptional... wish I could remember the guy's name who did it... he had blond hair... looked nordic ... heh... that's all i remember . . . recording these at Club Andiamo in Aspen Colorado, circa 1989 . . . .

Heh, I just found this old article (link below) which references the place . . . .

God bless and love you,
thank you,
brother thomas
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http://bla.fleetwoodmac.net/index.php?page=index_v2&id=6826&c=2

excerpt :  "Don Johnson is hot-dogging down Aspen Mountain, forcing fellow skiers to seek cover.

Ski novice Chris Evert catches a ride downhill on the back of her new husband, super-skier Andy Mill. And Robert Wagner massages Jill St. John's face with No. 30 sunscreen. ''I've worked on my skin all my life, and I'm not giving up now,'' she says.

It's another holiday weekend in Glamour Gulch. The mens' World Cup ski races ended Sunday - but that wasn't the only show in town, even if it did include Italy's party-boy Olympian, Alberto Tomba, who scooted around in pink baseball cap and black four-wheel-drive Lamborghini.

In Aspen, the stars are out 24 hours a day. Julianne Phillips, freshly divorced from Bruce Springsteen and seeking mountain air, checked into a suite at the Hotel Jerome, as did Rod Stewart's sidekick, model Kelly Emberg.

Steve Winwood, with Fleetwood Mac's Christine McVie, surprised the apres-ski crowd at the Paradise Club by taking the stage. After a little rhythm & blues with the band and a guitar solo, his rendition of Elvis' Hound Dog had red-faced skiers standing on their chairs screaming for more. . . . . .  . . . .


Eating Tex-Mex on a recent evening: the mayor of Aspen, St. John and beau ''R.J.,'' local cabbies and Texas billionaire Sid Bass. Bonfiglio also caters. Her best party? December's Kennedy New Year's Eve bash - including John F. Kennedy Jr., who tore into the food before it was set out.

Stars who prefer more city-chic settings head for Club Andiamo, Mezzaluna, Andre's and the Paradise.

For dinner, the fur-clad crowd converges on Club Andiamo, Pinons or Gordon's, where entrees begin at $ 25 and soar heavenward."

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Other Is Hell Demon

The other is hell . . . .

One of the greatest fronts of attack in the ongoing demonic warfare . . . is the vast region ruled by the demonic influence . . . where one leaves the peace and solitude of inner relationship with the Lord . . . and begins rooting around the garbage heaps and gang-infested haunts of "the other."

It's a lurker, a hiding ghoul, this one and few there be who recognize the depths of its insidious and invidious infestation.  It is a generational wraith, wending through families, tribes, villages, homes . . . saying, "what will the others think?"



Conformity . . . to the fallen spirit of the world is its program.  It hates conformity to the Lord's spirit and is the first to accuse and malign when one chooses the will of God in a matter over what "society" . . . or "the neighbors" may think.

It is the demon who contorts the Lord's impetus within to do good, in His name, in His spirit . . . into philanthropy, fund raising, "good works", high profile "charity" events . . . . The one who neglects family and loved ones but is forever fawning over strangers and desperate to please others above all.

A person infested with this demon agenda and presence . . . is hounded all day long, and into the night, and even in dreams, and upon fitful waking moments . . . with the ever pressing concern to keep up a certain image, reputation.  A whole story of reputation is told to oneself and then it becomes a dictatorial monster which pushes and cajoles the subject ALWAYS to be engaged in deeds and talking and plans meant to maintain one's "reputation."  And horror of horrors is always lurking, threatening, when mistakes are made, or one has a slip up (which is inevitable, being human) and all peace and joy of the moment is chased from the soul as the subject worries frantically, "what if 'they' find out?"  So there is an ongoing covering of tracks and general mode of dissembling and obfuscation surrounding the host of said demon; and when you are in their presence you feel all the unease and edginess and it makes you want to run away from such a one.  They are infested and spilling over with ego-driven worry and concern and compulsion, regarding THE OTHER--what others will think.

Mothers and fathers torment their children in all sorts of unnatural and unhealthy ways for concern over what others will say or think . . . of the child and especially the family.  The child must conform!  The child must displace all originality and individuality . . . and put in the dictates of others, of "society", of "the church", of the clan, the tribe, the country, etc.

And with the displacement of the child's innate portion of timeless soul, connected to God . . . comes in a bevvy of rotten, uncaring, goading harpies and ghouls, which fill up the little innocent one, and here is where bullying begins in the schoolyard; to harass and torment the "oddball", to make conform the "free spirit" to "fit in" . . . or, just plain, old sadistic pleasure of the demonic to torture the weak, the meek . . . .

I know an infested person . . . whose every waking thought is tied to fretting and worrying . . . about what others think.  This person has a "reputation" in the community; loves to hobnob with "muckety-mucks" and "bigwigs" . . . and believes that the others think highly of her and laud her.  Whereas, she is an empress with no clothes--a clown and buffoon to most people, who laugh behind her back and mostly try to run away whenever she barges into a room, onto a stage; all her interactions and relationships are false--everyone is just a tool, and object to be used and abused to satisfy her rampaging ego's demands . . . which demands are ALL tied to maintaining a certain "standing" in the "community"--what OTHERS think.  And this displacement within and dislocation . . . from the inner Holy Spirit . . . is HELL.

This is where the demonic has pushed out what should be concern over what GOD thinks and installed an obsession to conform to what the world or others think . . . .

Such people, so afflicted, exist in living hells and they are the source of much of the hellishness of this world . . . . .

Beware . . . the demon of the other is hell . . . .

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Breaking the Trance of 2011/Spirit Speaks to the "Primitive"

"Perhaps there is no sound on earth so compelling, so symbolically expressive of the stark, naked reality of life.  In that one cry is at once all the triumph of the freed flesh and the despairing shout of the soul plunged into the depths from agonizing effort, throughout all the length of its imprisonment.  Never again in life does the tone of man reach this high key-note; thereafter, like primitive music, it lowers little by little in a descending scale."

I thought that was a nice patch of writing.  The whole book is full of earthy, poetic, cosmic observances, tinged with Indian holistic spiritual philosophy--Pueblo, more specifically.  It is from a little, old paperback I found for a dollar "The Man Who Killed The Deer", written by an author I'd never heard of, Frank Waters.  He was part Cheyenne, born in 1902--this book, considered his masterpiece and up there with "Black Elk Speaks", written in 1940.



I hope, if so interested, you continue to take my advice to find and read old books to help break the current mass mind-control and oppressive psycho-political propaganda (aka "Socialist Realism") going on . . . .

It is a matter of not being compelled to exist mentally in the "24-hour news cycle", where all your thoughts are led, shaped and directed along certain prescribed avenues of concern--ie., the crisis of the day, the new doom threat, the pop culture outrage of the moment, etc.

Some people have completely opted out of paying ANY attention to such things and fancy themselves transcendent to it all, considering it pure garbage and beneath them.  However, I find spiritual pride then has a sneaky way of replacing thus renunciation of the mundane and is even more treacherous.  Rather, I like to keep any eye on things current, including all the crap in the "24-hour news cycle" . . . ie., the "presidential race"--stuff like that . . . yet, I am not invested in it, "in it but not OF it" . . . balanced . . . able to converse about "relevant" civic topics with . . . a neighbor, a client . . . BUT, quite actually transcendent to it, living in another world, the spiritual world (the INNER world) . . . so that my thoughts originate from WITHIN, from the SPIRIT and its interaction with my own personality, destiny, . . . and NOT led by others' agenda's . . . especially these days putting into real practice something I wrote and advised 26 years ago in my song "Holy Man":  "And I won't leave my life up to fools anymore . . . . "

Old music too--old recordings . . . have the inherent frequency-busting power to break the modern trance . . . . especially when listened to on vinyl or cassette (magnetic) tape . . . .

"Trapped in life's parade, a king without a crown
In this joy of madness, my smile might seem a frown
With talons wrought of steel, I tore the heart of doom
And in one gleaming moment I saw beyond the tomb
I stood where no man goes, above the din I rose
Life is amusing though we are losing
Drowned in tears of awe."


That's from good old Kansas, the band, and  from the song "The Pinnacle."  25 cents!  A couple of weeks ago when I veered by the yard sales on my way to the Saturday job, early morning . . . there was a cd, "The Best Of Kansas" . . . for 25 cents!  I think of all the work and effort and fastidious production that went into those albums by the "classical" rockers in the 70s . . . their own "masterpieces" . . . and now just tossed in a plastic bin for a quarter at a yard sale.

It's also part of my inclination to remember the forgotten . . . . Kansas was a band I really liked growing up.  I loved their epic production, the bombastic, spiritually inclined lyrics etched with images of the fantastic, "They say the sea turns so dark that
You know it's time, you see the sign
They say the point demons guard is
An ocean grave, for all the brave."

The musicianship of bands like Kansas, Emerson-Lake and Palmer, even Styx and Yes . . . Zappa . . . was really quite amazing.  Most of them were classically trained. I loved the 8-10 minute songs with all their movements, themes and orchestration.  It use to awe me as a youthful musician wanna-be myself age 10-15 .
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The thing I liked about Kansas is that their songs were almost all about being a "seeker" . . . about the quest for enlightenment, heaven, God, the meaning of life . . . and NOT about dumb rock'n'roll topics like "rockin' all night" . . . "party every day" . . . "that girl was shakin'" . . . .

I was a little stunned to find a Kansas song on this 25 cent cd that I'd never heard before which was about shunning the devil!  Imagine that!  A rock band warning blatantly to escape Satan, warning that he "will take you" . . . and that he is liar and deceiver and will ruin your life.  Very cool.  I knew these guys were alright!  Though it's a somewhat uphill battle, I've been trying to foist the band on Isaac and Jackson, heh . . . . Kinda drives them crazy, all the synths and chord changes and time signature shifts . . . the 10 minute long songs, lol . . . but they are getting a grudging respect for the band . . . .

Back to Frank Waters . . . . What a fascinating, individualistic, free spirit thinker and writer I stumbled across . . . . Very helpful in my current studies, so-to-speak, regarding "native Americans" as his writing poetically and mystically captures their culture and thinking processes--traditional (ancient) world view . . . which I always find interesting--that is, how the "primitive" . . . apart from exposure to "The Word" . . . yet receives God in his own way . . . the Spirit speaks to and finds everyone It will . . . including the hidden "savage" deep in the jungle, or far in the wilderness.  There is the fleshing out of the Gospel, brought by the written record, The Bible . . . which is wholly necessary to shatter the iron grip of the devil's treachery and lies in this world . . . . AND there is the voice of the Spirit within, which can and does find every lost soul it will; every lost sheep will hear the Master somehow, even if the Book does not reach them in this world.  The LIVING BOOK . . . the Holy Spirit . . . and angel messengers . . . will find and speak through the trees, the wind, the sun, the mind and heart . . . and sometimes these "primitives" reveal a more DIRECT and visceral EXPERIENCE of the reality of God connected to this creation . . . than the dry, intellectualized recitations of the biblical scholar, who, while maintaining a FORM of godliness . . . nevertheless denies the power and mystery thereof . . . .

Anyhow, this Frank Waters was quite the literate fellow--I'm learning a bevvy of new words and enjoying a tour through the mind of the mystical Pueblo/Hopi  . . . which is a tour through the ancient past and through a people who the Lord loves as well as any other and spoke to as He would . . . . Here is another snippet by Frank having to do with the Hopi conception of time . . . .

"A far different view is seen by the Hopis in Arizona.  I have been particularly interested in this tribe, as you know, and have written at some length about its beliefs.  Hence I don't want to risk boring you with repetitious observations.  Let me recall to you only that the Hopi language does not have our three-tense system of past, present, future.  Time to the Hopis is not a flowing horizontal stream, but a deep still pool of duration holding all that has been and will be -- as does the unconscious.  So in Hopi there is no time and space, no velocity, no kinematic action; only intensity, a factor we do not include in English."

And, as to Words . . . language . . . . 

"Words, words, words!  Each has shape and color, sound and fragrance, a music and a meaning, all its own.  How sharp and curt they are, how long and alliterative, how melodious and mysterious!  They roll like the drum-thunder of hoofs from off the horizon, they swoop down like hawks to rend with bared talons; they purr from firelit pages, smooth the wrinkles from sleepless nights.  But ever they speak as foci for unmeasured power with the mystery of their divine origin"

The Frank Waters website is rather nice and there is a foundation there which provides retreat for artists, writers, poets . . . in Arroyo Seco, New Mexico.  I suppose folks down that way know quite well who Frank Waters is, was . . . .

The point here is . . . to revel once again . . . in the accidental discovery .  . . the cheaply bought mine of treasure . . . remembering the forgotten . . . the grand efforts of artists, thinkers, individuals passed by . . . . And breaking the current, degenerate trance of 2011 . . . .
God with you today,
brother thomas




http://www.frankwaters.org/

http://www.kansasband.com/2010/music.html 

(if there's any old Kansas fans out there . . . wow, I just checked out their website, and it's very well done and expansive.   I sort of lost track of them in the late 70s but  I see that they put out an album in 1982 called "Vinyl Confessions" which Contemporary Christian Magazine voted album of the year . . . . Will have to check that one out.  In fact, I plan to retrace and and find all the old Kansas albums I use to listen plus look into all the stuff they have done since I stopped sorta following them.  They are incredible songwriter's and musicians and clearly operate from the light side of things--not the usual devil worshiping rocker types . . . . )

Sunday, September 11, 2011

To Mourn And Remember

14 But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth. 15 This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. 16 For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. 17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure , then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. 18 And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace. James 3:14-18

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9-11
Not to diminish or marginalize those who died and suffered the insidious events infused in this date . . . for some reason, I have almost reflexively tended to look another way when the crowd is saying "look at this."  A day of mourning and remembrance . . .  ceremonially designated causes me to acknowledge for a directed moment, but then, I cast about thinking of  all those NOT included in the communal dirge.

It is said roughly 3000 died that day.  That's a lot and every soul is precious.  Likewise, I wonder at the tens of thousands who have suffered terribly and died in the subsequent military actions.  Likely, hundreds of thousands.  

There are those languishing right now in dark, dirty, cold, lonely prison cells--many completely innocent, forgotten, unheard, right now . . . dying by the hundreds every day, all over the earth.  Thousands are starving to death in Somalia today, women, men, children, animals . . . .

Millions suffer a living death, today, for instance, in North Korea, shut off from the rest of the world, starving, terrorized by secret police, conscience-less soldiers inflicting daily tortures, families split apart, children taken, made to be work and sex slaves . . . in underground gulags, playthings for sadistic demons in uniforms and suits . . . . Right now.  I look their way and mourn and remember . . . the hidden, the forgotten, the neglected, the ignored.

Everywhere, stoic but worried old men and women, scraping together scraps of food and pennies, in hot, sweltering houses during summer, freezing, dank rooms in the winter, because they cannot afford energy, and barely food.  Abandoned by families, friends, forgotten, alone, scared, struggling, sick . . . today . . . .

I remember and mourn the millions of children, teens, young men and women, and the middle aged . . . trapped in ghettos, addicted to drugs, so desperate as to steal and murder and sell their bodies for abuse just to get a fix, to alleviate the pain for one brief moment, then back to the daily, nightly horror of a body addicted . . . the simply joys of life far, far away, vague and impossibly out of reach to ever recover, it seems.  The beatings, rapes, child abuse, elder abuse rampant in the decadent, decaying dystopian cities of false promise where government ghouls, evil police, demonic politicians steal and divert the peoples' money leaving no resources for hope, for change, where all is mired in corruption, perversion, disease, poison and pollution, each generation born into chains from the first breath, where the sun doesn't shine, or bring health, but bitter smokey cocktails fall from the skies, as flying demons criss-cross the air with evil spew . . . . 

No, childish, selfish, comfort-loving self-seeker, I will not hush and just try to "be more positive" and take your advice to just focus on the "good things" in life, as if YOU knew what the "good" things in life actually are.  Sure, there is time for that, and I am grateful and expectantly joyous every day alongside the melancholy awareness of this world's travails . . . but today is a day, they say, of mourning and remembrance, and so, I find myself considering the forgotten, the thrown away, the victims, the innocent, the lost, the suffering meek who are NOT on t.v. today . . . and who will NEVER be on t.v. or in the paper, and few will know they even lived and fewer will note their passing, if ANY.



So we turn to scripture, and God . . . and pray . . . and, praise God, get some solace!  But, dare I say,  He leaves us often times, as far as we can tell (in our present condition) . . . pretty much yet alone  . . . . We are in the midst of a desert walk . . . in the dark night of the soul.  Somewhere within us we know there is so much more . . . . We crave peace, joy, simply happiness, energy, health, and mostly find these wanting, for now . . . . Though, in faith, which He gives, we persist, doggedly onward; and I dare say again, He sees this and is pleased and holds out a great reward and final achievement and celestial celebration which will bring it all together in wholeness and made completely good and surprising worthwhile . . . .

But meantime . . . it can get rough, I know . . . and feel . . . and remember.

I cherish your occasional notes and cards that come in the mail, or slipped into the comments, ships in this dark night we are, waving lanterns as we pass, knowingly . . . pressing on, each toward our communal and individual harbor, as it will finally culminate in that great, wondrous day . . . . 

I think of you often, as I think of all the others, scattered around this hellish world; this world with its frightful beauty and impermanence, harshness, violence, where also tenderness and caring still thrive in ageless veins of spiritual blood, coursing through the ages . . . saints and sinners alike, together, working it out, saved by grace . . . so horrendous, so spectacular, so heavy, so fleeting . . . .

Do know . . . and I pray it soars out immediately on the wings of angels to carry to the blackened, hurtful dungeons . . . to the lonely rooms . . . to the bodies on the street . . . and even to the enslaved "birds" in gilded cages living in sterile opulence, trapped, empty, . . . to all corners, heights and valleys . . . I pray and know that . . . it is true, that there are others also, like you, and for you, out there in the world today, who haven't forgotten, though they know not your name or face . . . . They are praying for YOU . . . and mourn with you, and remember you . . . and you will meet them some Day--on THE bright and holy and resplendent, endless day . . . in the presence of perfection and love, which is our Creator, Father . . . and angels are beside you, to watch over you, and nothing happens but that our Lord has authored it, though we not fully understand His inscrutable ways . . . and they intervene more than you know . . .  for He is MYSTERY Yahweh, the one TRUE mystery, above all others . . . and I shall meet you there . . . in just a short time . . . where we shall be remade, and fully reborn and sanctified . . . and arrayed in His glory . . . and but for this brief, albeit dire and lonely and treacherous, challenging . . . pitched night trek . . . in the time of separation and fire . . . then we would not be meet to BE THERE--TO ARRIVE THERE . . . so, through this we must go, and shoulder burdens with our brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters . . . .

THIS is what I see and remember . . . today, and every day, to some degree . . . and will not forget . . . .

my friends and fellow travellers,
God bless you today and forever!
a brother o'er here . .. . thomas  

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