Saturday, May 27, 2017

Takeover 101

Well . . . can't tell for sure, but definitely some weird stuff going on.  One thing that's obvious, big picture, is that a coup occurred over the past 8 years.  One of the signs I wrote early on to watch for, was the picking off of prominent "conservative" politicians and media types.  We are in that phase now and moving into the criminalizing of "conservative" thought and opinion.  Fewer and fewer dare to speak their minds.  "Brownshirt" intimidation as is happening on campuses and public events, public shaming . . . it's all there--and all very classic communist dictatorship tactics.  "Gang stalking" will be common targeting steadily any one who dares to resist--no conversations will be safe, not even whispers. . . .

As I've said before (probably too much, forgive me) the reason I've been able to predict so accurately where we were headed (back when people still laughed at the concern that "communism" was still any type of threat anymore) is because I  had spent years prior reading, studying. talking to Russians . . . learning about all the methods and history of communist conquest over other nations.  They really haven't done anything novel in our case.  It's been the same tactics.  Infiltrate the schools, churches, arts, psychology, media . . . early on . . . control all the levers of power in the various critical institutions, rewrite history, employ universal "cultural icon debasement"--destroy the nation's heroes, pull down statues, turn children against parents--empower the youth to be the battering ram against remaining tradition, universal monitoring and tracking/surveillance . . . and so on and so on . . . pretty much by the book "Commi Takeover 101". . . .

I believe the Donald was allowed to get in office . . . to be made the "poster child"/monster symbolizing the last dying gasps of "American" sovereignty and culture.  He is the perfect foil, as his ego is easily manipulated and he (apparently) lacks guidance of the Holy Spirit.  Could be wrong, but I don't believe he is a believer.  He has no real core principles based in Biblical teaching.  Worldly wisdom and ego are what inform his maneuvers.  And while he seems to have an inkling of the actual forces and purposes arrayed against him, he is not a humble man who could be guided and protected by God.  Without God, he doesn't stand a chance.  And they knew this about him and helped create his seeming "rise" to power . . . with the full intent and program ready to implement . . . which is isolate him, construct a persona which will be used to symbolize "the enemy" . . smear any who support him/"traditional American values" . . . and eventually criminalize them (in the beginning it's ostracize, isolate, provoke . . . then criminalize). . . . When they are finished with this final destruction of hope, they will sweep back into power (back into VISIBLE power, as they have not ever really lost power) and that is when the real, overt persecution will likely begin in earnest.  It will be hugely demoralizing,  The objective is to crush the spirit--the spirit of freedom and individuality.  It becomes the horrific drone , collectivised/enslaved world aptly depicted by Ayn Rand in "Anthem".

And bottom line . . . it is but the "synagogue of Satan" consolidating all the epoch-long threads of tyranny running throughout the world, tying it all together, if they could, for the final, complete knot of control--if they could, at last a world without God or any of His children.

But for believers . . . it will be a time of incredible faith strengthening and confirmation.  Touching, profound quiet acts and personal experiences of believers will continue on despite the near totalitarian controls.  Believers will experience a vital and astounding deepening of real, personal relationship with the Spirit throughout the events.  Their faith will grow, their knowledge of the Truth will NOT be extinguished.  Nothing, no one, will ever come between the love of God and His people, no matter the intense and devious wiles of the enemy.  NOTHING . . . NO ONE!  And there will be a final, just, severe judgment on the matter.

There will be a continued stifling and darkness hanging over and through all . . . ever more pitch and seemingly hopeless . . . but then, The Light returns!  Once and for all!  Praise God!

Cultural Icon Debasement Initiative

Friday, May 26, 2017

Still out there?

Hey lovely Christians... Please let me know thru comments if you are still seeing my blog posts, such as this one.  I think they finally are coming around.  G stalk....infiltraitors...... hack....

Thursday, May 25, 2017

The Curse Of Self Pity

Feeling sorry for yourself.  The curse.  You didn't see it coming.  You couldn't.  Who woulda thought?  Who woulda thought that while you are jsut struggling along, some witch, some demon, some focused evil . . . would have put a spell on you . . . to make you feel sorry for yourself?  No, really . . . that's it.  A creepy, unexpected spell . . . that debilitates you by making you feel sorry for yourself.  Who woulda thought?

Well, the key to breaking the spell--if you got it, and dare admit it . . . is this:  GRATITUDE!  Yep.  Need I go over the litany yet again?  Okay, I will.

Arm.  Do you have one?  Do you have two?  Some people don't.  They've got none in fact.  No hands, no fingers.  Stew on that--the implications for daily living, being able to do the simplest tasks. . . .

Torture prisons?  Yes.  Men, women, children and innocent animals are there.   Suffering, cold, hungry, alone . . . in pain.

So many things to be thankful for. . . .

But the curse, the spell of self-pity will find a way yet to complain, to feel especially picked upon, regardless.  The sense of being entitled, owed something, deserving . . . is part of the evil.  There is nothing good in and of ourselves.  What good there is . . . is of God.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Tripartite Layering/Electronic Fences

Emergency message....

It's just like I said/thought it would be.  Tripartite ( or was it "tate"?) ...anyhow...... Layering, electronic fences, . . . remember?  Everybody in their own lane......Digitized.....

Monday, May 22, 2017

Over The Target? Or Just Fallen World Boloney?

Ha!  The hits just keep on comin'!  I'm not a complainer.  I always look at the bright side of things--which drives some people nuts.  They want a good wallow whine--not to turn it around and find the silver lining.  But it's just in my make-up. . . .

Anyway, this recent string of crises and minor disasters, for me has gotten in the farcical realm.

Just as I had been resisting Facebook and social media, but finally had to delve in when I started my bands, I've also been resisting getting a smart phone.  I liked my little flip phone and for the paint work I do, it was handy and appropriate for the job.

But, I wore out the little phone and finally relented and got Isaac's hand-me-down, a nice little Samsung Galaxy S Note smart phone.  It was fairly easy to learn and was perfect so now I can check my emails and notices while working--helping with the band stuff.

And somehow, on Friday.  It's gone.  I can only imagine that someone reached in my car window and nabbed it while I was in 7-11 for just a couple minutes.  Oy.  I had a ton of contacts on it, impossible to replicate...hadn't backed them up of course, still being a newbie.....

Then it's the worry that it's connected to all my email accounts and who knows what other personal information is on there.  Cue a panicked day of changing passwords, monitoring accounts, reporting to police (because we thought we saw it immediately on sale online). . . . A day wasted and scrambling when I was suppose to be figuring out how to fix the dumb backflow pipes to the sprinkler system which froze and split over the winter. . . .

Yay!  Lol.  They say your not receiving flak unless you're over the target. . . . BUT, not complaining.  Always . . . I think and recall . . . there is so much to be grateful for.  Above all, to have been given the eyes to see Truth, to know and have relationship with The Creator.  THAT is the treasure.  THAT is the main purpose, the only real goal worth striving over.  This life is often silly, frustrating, difficult and quickly over.  God God Lord God is what it's all about.  HIS glory.  So much to be thankful for!

[Now, that wasn't the "word" I got although it is related and I should be able to get to that share here shortly, take care, God bless:]

Friday, May 19, 2017

Bizzaro Times

These are bizzaro times.... don't worry, I'm still here, tracking it all. . . . Got a Word.  Like I once said, the tripartate fencing would be brutal and is intending (and remarkable often, but not always DOES) to block spiritual transmissions.  I warned of all of this.  It's here.  AND, it hits me too.  But, I never stop looking for holes in the fences:) Praise be to God:) Who never leaves His . . . alone . . . to flail . . . forever.  Nope.  He comes and rescues . . . always, but just when and as He sees fit.  No complaints here.  Praise God!

Anyway . . .

Will write more . . . the word, the message . . . some tips on dealing with this assault.  Those with eyes and ears and heart and soul . . . know what I mean:).

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

No Way

I was perusing some past posts going through last election season, thinking about somewhere where I wrote that I just don't believe "they" will allow a genuine, people-powered recapture of the Republic to take place.  I couldn't find what I was looking for, but came across this blurb I wrote just about 1 year ago exactly . . . kinda interesting.....basically says the same thing I was concerned about. . . .

posted 5-17
"I can now see how this might just be what happens.  If Trump does get elected . . . there will be civil protest, chaos, disruption like never before, I expect.  I can then well imagine that he does something like suspend the Constitution and forcefully try to restore law and order.

The only thing is, when I "look" ahead . . . I just don't see him there.  So I toggle back and forth between the other possibility I keep sensing (or perhaps just dreading) . . . where, something big, unexpected happens before the coming election, and some type of other arrangement is made.  A state of emergency pre-empts the election. . . .

In any case, I continue to expect that tptb will not allow a popular revolt against the tyrannical globalist status quo.  They will burn the whole thing down before they will see a genuine "democratic" revolution by the fed up, awakening masses. . . ."

Missing You

Hello... Well.... meantime, amidst the fallen chaos, I managed to battle through and get a song finished and mixed for release as my first single ever.  Heh.  About 40 years of writing and recording my songs...and here we last a release.  It is an extremely personal and important song to me. Wrote it just a few months ago.  When I first wrote it and brought home a demo of it to play for wife Lindsay, I broke down into tears...a rare thing for me.  Not the crying type (no offense to criers...I'm just of a more stoic, non-emotional variety.)

Anyway here are some links to hear it. And the lyrics,
take care, God bless you each!
bro t.


Once I had a vision, living in an ashram
You'd be here coming soon
There was some grand fate, a voice had told me
I wrote some poems and a tune.
Gave my apologies, sanyassin libertine
I told her I'm not that man
And thus I sailed on, wrote them some letters
Sent some cards, I had a plan.

Wandering alone, nobody to guide me through.
Elders said run, I didn't know what to do.
Know that I've been missing you.

In my scheme of things, I owned some mansions
I toured the world and set aside
A golden chest brimming with treasure
I'd make it up to you in style.
But as the days wore on, I got dissipated
My demons, they were running wild.
That time you spoke to me, I couldn't find the words
All was lost, intentions filed.

Of all the things that make me feel wrong and blue
Glaring is one that stands out among the slew.
Know that I've been missing you.

Run, gonna run, gonna have to run away
Run, gonna run, why'd you have to run away
And now you pay, that's what they say.
There's no time, just fleeting rhyme.

Know that I've been missing you.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Isaac's Rebirth:)

Stumbled across some great photos of when Isaac got baptized as Born Again believer:)

Saturday, May 13, 2017

A Day In The (Yikes) Life, Part 2

Okay... so where was I....?  Roaring disaster fans, dippy eggs, scrambling to keep it all afloat. . . .

Now, I've got . . . well had . . . the 2 bands.  One, the best Bowie tribute band in the world ( I believe:) stuck in the middle of nowhere (high desert Utah) and the other, a little ensemble that is learning my new, original songs and trying to record a debut album.

My guitarist for the Bowie band is a fantastic guitarist.  One of the best I've ever worked with--can play anything.  Mr. Milquetoast--looks like an insurance salesman, or a school teacher, which he is/was . . . a guy I'd known for just a year since I cobbled this band of pro musicians together to play Bowie's best, most complicated tunes.  I thought, why not have him come put a solo on my originals project.  He was game, but, shockingly informed me through text that he's just lost his job.  What? He was constantly whining about playing weeknight gigs because (being the oldest member in the band) it messed with his work schedule and he needed a good night's sleep.  And his teaching job meant more than anything to him--security above all . . . and though I've never had such "security" myself, I understand and tried to accommodate.  Didn't want to lose this great player--the major linchpin--in my band.

"Broke some school policy" was all he texted and I could tell he was fairly well devastated.  But then I thought, hey maybe now we CAN do some weeknight gigs!  Whatever, we had 2 important shows coming up soon and I had just lost my also crucial keyboardist who was frustrated we weren't touring the world yet, lol.

So I had some time booked in the studio and went to pick him up.  Got to his house, noticed an unusual amount of cars on the narrow street and thought maybe he had family over consoling him about the job loss.

Heading for his door, suddenly a burly policeman marched promptly out and turned me away.  "I need you to leave the area . . . we have a situation here." he said pointing back to the house.  Wait, what?  What's going on?  Is my guitarist suicidal?  Has he gotten abusive towards his wife?  Didn't seem likely.   He was an immensely mild-mannered dude, on the obsessive-compulsive side, yes, but not the violent type.

Shocked, I forged on to the studio and ended up adding some guitar parts myself, less than stellar, but not a total waste.

Well, I got the sad, tragic tale via text from his wife the next day.  My guitarist was in jail.  Thank God he never did anything to anyone--it was all in his own little world . . . but the school had found evidence of his collection and keeping of photos of the underaged on school property.  What a nightmare.  A few days later he was the leading story on all the local t.v. stations, mug shot blazing, school teacher found with ... etc, and etc.  I'm guessing several years in the "big house" and who knows what else will result.   Such folk are not taken too kindly to within the prison walls....Just terrible, the whole thing:(

And, while not SO dire in comparison, so much for the very important, high-brow. $1,800 per table, downtown Children's Charity Benefit gig I had landed for my Bowie band!  I have had to cancel all pending shows until I can figure out where to go from here. . . .

Oy, what a shock . . . and sad situation, all 'round.  His poor wife was totally blindsided, as were we all.  And all the money, time, promo, sacrifice I/we(my family) have put into this . . . destroyed . . . by sin.  He use to bridle whenever I would proselytize about the One, True Way.  Post-modern, new-agey confusion was his conception of Truth, and although I feel sick for him and his horrifying fall . . . the effects of muddled, self-serving cosmic philosophy are what they are.  No one is an island.  We affect all around us according to our worldview and behavior, for good or bad.

I do not intend to just give up.  My originals' project forges on, though taking a fair shake more time and money than I had hoped. . . .

Still trying to get the basement back to normal . . . slowly but surely.  My mother . . . continues to deteriorate, but at least now it seems she is realizing that she must not be stubborn and in denial and will need to enter a more assisted-care facility.  I can only do so much with all else that is on my plate

Onward we go, praising God always!  His will be done!

Friday, May 5, 2017

A Day In The (Yikes!) Life (PART ONE)

Oh my . . . what a couple of weeks it's been.  First off, my mother is dying.  Of course, yes, we all are, but she is clearly on the last leg of the mortal journey.  She is in "hospice" care, which has been less than impressive, and it has been left to me to fill in all the gaps of her increasingly needy care, as much as I am able.  I am fairly jaded about death, having faced it squarely in mind and heart since a young age but it is still a heavy reality, especially when it's your mom.

So, while pretty much daily attending to the various needs of getting my mom set up so she can function reasonably well in her alone time in her little new old folks apartment . . . there is also the matter that I have 2 rocknroll bands to attend to.  One is a David Bowie "tribute" band of sorts and the other is a vehicle for my own original music.  I am in the midst of trying to record a "debut" album with my originals band, with 2-3 days/nights per week spent in the studio recording, mixing, producing, trying to keep relatively within budget expectations (Ha! those expectations got blown away when I plowed through the last of the money I raised through crowdfunding and only had 2 songs finished and mixed with 8 others songs in various stages of development.  Oy, find more money...and gotta keep the momentum going)..... So there's that situation tucked into the ongoing worry and work for ma, which also includes that my millennial snowflake bassist has stopped showing up for recording sessions and practice--yikes....

And then there is my Bowie band, where my atheist, hard-leftist keyboardist quit saying he needed to work with "people who share my same ideology" and also because we weren't already touring the world (after less than a year as a band together) with Aussie Pink Floyd.  Lol.

AND . . . we've got two important gigs coming up.  So I'm also scrambling to find a keyboardist replacement for the impending shows.

So . . . one night--it's about midnight and I am on the phone with my studio engineer discussing another disappointing "mastering" job on my two finished originals songs sent to a "mastering" outfit in Boston . . . after a prior awful effort by a young "masteriong" fellow in Vegas . . . and I notice Isaac hovering about. . . . I finally get off the phone and he says, "I want to show you something". . . .

So we go to the basement, to his bathroom down there and he points to some apparently water stains and moisture newly appeared. . . . Hmmm.  Interesting.  We venture out, down the hall to the unfinished room in the basement and I see a small pool of water in the middle of the floor there.  My first thought is some pipe must be leaking in the unfinished ceiling.... I look up.  It's fine.  Walk around to where the furnace and water heater and voila!  Water is pouring out the bottom of the water heater tank.  Yikes again.  Scramble.  All my musical equipment is just feet away and the water is moving out, a couple inches high.

After a quick panicked search on Youtube "water heater leaking" . . . I figure out how to shut off the water and turn off the gas . . . and then its scramble time again to get all the boxes and equipment up and out of the water of the still pooling overflow.  And yes, I have managed to shut the water source off ... BUT . . . there is still all the water in the tank that is continuing to drain out.  And the lovely builders of the house have made the drain into a volcano shape so that no water makes it to the drain but instead falls back into the wall and under, going into the previously mentioned (Isaac's bathroom... where, it turned out, water now was squishing up through the grout line as you walked on the tile...bad news.)

Next day is all bustle calling emergency plumber types and disaster clean-up crews.  In they come, dudes all day, tearing up tile, cutting out walls, setting up an industrial array of high powered fans which now must be left on roaring for days to follow.  Of course we get hammered for the "emergency" cost of getting a new large water heater which isn't covered by homeowners insurance and then its dance time with the insurance investigator to see what paltry sum we can finagle to cover the costs of all the various damage/repairs. . . .

Then the garage door breaks.  Won't open all the way.  Me and Lindsay try to fix it ourselves and only screw it up more.  Now it can't be shut and locked, which is disconcerting since not too long ago, some neighborhood creep creeped into our garage and stole a bunch of (rare, of course) cd's and money and things from my car.  Cue garage door fixer guys.  Fans still roaring 24-7 in the basement. Mom needing me to swing by and make her "dippy eggs" and do her laundry.  Did I mention I'm not real big on body stuff?  Kinda squeamish in that category.  Anything to do with issues, body functions, weeping swollen lymphodema skin profusions--uhh, not my bag.  BUT, I'm great in a crisis and I manage to help as I can in the midst of my own home chaos.  Hey, and somewhere in all this I gotta keep working, yet it seems that all my regular paint clients think I'm a rock star now and don't need my day job and have stopped calling.  Scary.  And I don't have the time to alert them and others that, hey, I still paint and need the work--when I can find the time away from all the other costly stuff I'm engaged in (buying new water heaters, promoting the band(s), garage doors etc.)

Well, since that wasn't all apparently enough to deal with, the old trickster came up with a doozy in the middle of all this. . . .

So . . . I want my fantastic guitarist from my Bowie band to put a couple lead solos on my original songs I'm recording in the studio.  I text him.  He's slow to respond, mentioning that he just lost his job but that he wants to help me out.  Great.  Except, I'm a bit shocked.  You see, he is/was a school teacher at a charter school and he was obsessive about his job--maintaining it proper and was always whining if I booked the band for a weeknight gig.  He's the oldest in the group and needs his sleep.  He said it screwed up his work if we played late on a weeknight and his job came first (that is until we got to that world tour thing).

Anyway, yeah, I'm really surprised he lost his job over, what he said was "breaking a school policy".  Mr. Milquetoast--the most "anal" . . . slightly obsessive and finicky of fellows somehow screwed up and broke a rule.   Didn't quite compute.  But oh well, I thought, maybe now I CAN book weeknight gigs.  Anyhow, we have 2 important gigs coming up regardless.

[AND now I must pause, because also while all this was going on, I've been driving on grinding breaks.  Yeah, down to the rotors.  But didn't have the time or the money to get new brakes so have been utilizing my down-shifting skills to get about until I can figure it out...... Fast forward to today... my car is in the shop finally getting brakes and now I'm out the door to retrieve it . . . and then to get some wallboard to begin the downstairs repair (since the insurance scammers didn't really give us enough money to hire proper dudes to do it)  So this is PART 1 of the saga . .. . and stay tuned for PART 2 . . . it's a mind blower and . . . and . . . well, just wow.....]


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