Sunday, February 26, 2023

Change, Love & Trials

“As long as you live, you will be subject to change, whether you will it or not - now glad, now sorrowful; now pleased, now displeased; now devout, now undevout; now vigorous, now slothful; now gloomy, now merry. But a wise man who is well taught in spiritual labor stands unshaken in all such things, and heeds little what he feels, or from what side the wind of instability blows.”

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“Love is a mighty power, a great and complete good; Love alone lightens every burden, and makes the rough places smooth. It bears every hardship as though it were nothing, and renders all bitterness sweet and acceptable. The love of Jesus is noble, and inspires us to great deeds; it moves us always to desire perfection. Love aspires to high things, and is held back by nothing base. Love longs to be free, a stranger to every worldly desire, lest its inner vision become dimmed, and lest worldly self-interest hinder it or ill-fortune cast it down. Nothing is sweeter than love, nothing stronger, nothing higher, nothing wider, nothing more pleasant, nothing fuller or better in heaven or earth; for love is born of God, and can rest only in God above all created things.

Love flies, runs, leaps for joy; it is free and unrestrained. Love gives all for all, resting in One who is highest above all things, from whom every good flows and proceeds. Love does not regard the gifts, but turns to the Giver of all good gifts. Love knows no limits, but ardently transcends all bounds. Love feels no burden, takes no account of toil, attempts things beyond its strength; love sees nothing as impossible, for it feels able to achieve all things. Love therefore does great things; it is strange and effective; while he who lacks love faints and fails.”

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“It is good for us to have trials and troubles at times, for they often remind us that we are on probation and ought not to hope in any worldly thing. It is good for us sometimes to suffer contradiction, to be misjudged by men even though we do well and mean well. These things help us to be humble and shield us from vainglory. When to all outward appearances men give us no credit, when they do not think well of us, then we are more inclined to seek God Who sees our hearts. Therefore, a man ought to root himself so firmly in God that he will not need the consolations of men.”

--Thomas a' Kempis

Monday, February 20, 2023

Remembering, NOT OUR HOME!

 You'll be getting hit from all sides.  You are already, and have been for a while.

What to do. . . .

What to do?

Look . . . note . . . as is quite obvious now, even to some of the "normies" . . . is that we ("the people") are under attack.  There's that. . . .  

But, well, and guess what?  YOU!--if you are a Believer and Follower and one who has faith in God--have been targeted and are/have-been under attack . . . since inception/conception.

At the same time (even before!) however, YOU were chosen for life, life eternal!

Yes, this is like being in a leaky life-boat, amidst impossibly roaring and high waves overwhelming--can barely breathe, can't hardly see, think . . . let alone, this is no time to be worrying about water and food.

You are just trying to hold fast, hold on, hang tight as the tumult threshes and thrashes and nearly drowns you within the mayhem.

I do believe, because experiencing, some interesting interference in the night, "dream-world".

In the midst of that--no matter what "they" do . . . I find myself going straight to imploring, praying, humbling, deliberate striving to recall God, The Lord and what He did and does mercifully for us.  Always remembering that this is not our home!  We've been blessed with the holy script.  The horror and suffering and perversions, subterfuge--pure evil that we are at trial with, is a foretaste of the dreadful unending hell and punishment of sin.  It is obviously very real.  It is also obvious Who is most hated, targeted, attacked by this evil in this world.  It is a blessing that it has all become so apparent!  The PROMISES of unending glory, peace, rest for the faithful, with God, is our undying hope!  And so, as we witness and experience the attacks from all sides, we do well to ever strive to meet and know and experience the transcendent and powerful sustaining holy presence of God, reveling in His Holy Spirit and unfathomable gift, sacrifice of His Son!  Don't let the chaos and mayhem and constant threats and distractions thwart you from this most important of tasks in the life! 

"I consider that the sufferings of this present time are as nothing compared with the glory to be revealed for us." Romans 8:18

  

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Spaceships, Army Jets & "Train-Tracks" In The Sky

 Well . . . and a bit more detail that may (or may not) be warranted and interesting, regarding the longtime dreams of the sky event(s). . . . 

There have been many of these "visions"/dreams consistently over the years, fwiw.  It has seemed to be some sort of theme to maybe take note of, so I've wondered a bit, noting the oddness, detail and persistency of said "dreams/visions". . . .

Anyway, regarding this basic theme, which always involves the sky--what's going on in the sky, there are basically two versions.  One is very "ufo-y" --the other is more "military-craft-y" as pertains to the details and visual features.  I suspect they are both of the same cloth, but am just noting that it has always been mostly one or the other type scenario emphasis re a particular dream.

So, for instance, the "military craft" one: I am somewhere, perhaps in or around an old childhood memory home on the foothills--the "avenues" which look out over the (Salt Lake) city valley . . . OR I'm in some strange neighborhood or suburbs I don't quite well, but still vaguely recognize . . . or occasionally I'm in some random, populated location, big city somewhere. . . .

It is evening, going into night . . . someone alerts, shouts--people are startled then looking up to and pointing at the sky. . . . 

ONE of the two scenarios is very military looking.  Fighter jets--more than you'd ever see normally, are streaking across the sky.  Feels like something is up.  Then there are more.  Then there are all kinds of different military-looking aircraft now zooming across the sky, horizon to horizon . . . many different kinds in packs and, as it goes on, increasingly more of them getting intense-looking and modern strange--either massive or precise fighter-jet airplanes of clearly military type.  They tend to follow lines of dedicated trajectory, as if tracing a coded "highway" in the sky--they fly in tandem, two-by-two, in a straight-ish line, like along train tracks, the ships/craft seemingly connected together on their trail in the high sky altitude . . . fast, steady, intent. . . . And then there are more and more. They keep coming.  Everybody on the ground is awed and pointing and starting to get giddy but nervous and thinking of running for safety.  Obviously, something is going down. 

The people are looking up, watching, concerned, shouting, pointing, thinking that maybe they are needing to be running for cover.  [AND that there were bizarre other things . . . in that vision of the "train of craft" in the sky I had the other night--but I'm still thinking how to relate that part and hope to soon.] 

ANYHOW. . . . carrying on. . . .   

By the end of that particular (dream) scenario . . . the sky is fairly well filled with many different forms of military aircraft, eventually, flying this way and that--something big is going down. . . . . Also, sometimes--often actually--that scenario involves that there are also ground troops, mechanized units, tanks, trucks etc., pouring in from the sides--through the hills, over and through the mountains, in the streets. . . .  It gets into house-to-house, block-to-block, hand-to-hand investment, combat.  Certain areas of the city/neighborhoods are threshed, invaded, door-to-door . . . yet, a few locales were held by what roughly could be called "resisters", organizing as able amidst the chaos.  

But it was moving fast.  Yes, there were a few pockets of corralled people holding out, taking a stand, left alone for a bit . . . but the enemy forces were obviously and persistently overwhelming--to the point that it become a situation of eventually finding oneself fighting and hiding and running for one's life.

Now . . . THE OTHER ("ufo"-y) scenario is a little different.  It doesn't seem to involve troops on the ground (ie., the tanks, trucks, military-looking aircraft etc.)  And although I had dreams of this one long ago (circa mid 70s-80s, 90s and have had again even recently) before it was fashionable to talk about "fake alien invasion" script, I'll say, now, in retrospect, I recognize it as indeed more in line with that  concept/anticipation of an "operation blue-beam" type holographic "fake alien" invasion.  

So, recalling that scenario, re the dreams, I am in various of those same previously described vaguely familiar city/neighborhood locations. On the ground . . . it's nighttime . . . we . . . are hanging out, general people, some family, neighbors of sorts, out and about . . . THEN . . . there are suddenly things--lights in the sky . . . we stop what we're doing . . . I, we are looking up, seeing strange translucent jellyfish-looking and various MANY other odd luminescent "flying-saucer" kinds of crafts of all shapes and sizes, instantly manifesting out the black night sky, appearing right above and throughout the whole sky, from horizon to horizon, across the valley. . . . The sky is  ridiculously filled with multiples of all sorts of colored and designed kinds of "ufo-y" looking brilliant, "beautiful" "spaceships"!  It is breathtaking, ominous.

Indeed, they weren't there one moment, then, all of of a sudden they are, as if, "turning on"!

Well, and I've heard from others dear, who have apparently had similar "dreams" of these kinds of scenarios. . . .

I really don't like carrying on about dreams.  BUT . . . with recent "news" events . . . and the way things are going with rapidity . . . I thought to share and beg your indulgence for it.

God bless and be with you ALWAYS!

bro t

 


Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Wheat/Tares Times...Gray Terror

I've always had very vivid, intense, "movie-like" dreams.  Since about age 14 I started fairly often having dreams of apocalyptic type scenarios.  Some have been fleeting . . . many have been like in "real-time" and quite detailed.  Different motif's regarding the details, but in general . . . looking at the nighttime sky and suddenly all kinds of craft appeared.  Also, many dreams, very detailed, where "trains" and lines of military aircraft are suddenly, racing, filling the sky. . . .

It's longtime been one of that type of recurring dreams. . . . 

Many times, I have seen it manifest. . . .

There are more subtle details I could go into, but, I'm leery of sharing dreams. . . .

But, yeah, it's been an ongoing theme.  Fairly recently even.

One day, one night . . . it's like a big show in the sky.  

Just sharing, relating. . . . Fwiw.

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Meanwhile, as I've said for a while--We are under attack, on all fronts.  

One ought be thinking in such terms . . . as if . . . we are in the midst of a literal military takeover.  It's already done.  We are in the sweeping-up phase.  Sorry to say, but yeah, consider yourself now in enemy occupied territory.

Brace, spiritually prepare . . . for all that that eventually entails!

"Gray terror" is what is happening now, obviously.  Targeting of infrastructure. . . .

The teams and cabals are well settled in and scattered everywhere and have their instructions and you can, if you will or do, see it happening every day now.  It only gets worse.  It gets rougher.

BUT we know this life is rough from the get-go!  BUT THIS IS NOT OUR WORLD!  KEEP THAT IN MIND AND SOUL AND SPIRIT AND HEART!  All sorts of weapons being formed against you, need not be effective!  We are in wheat/tares separation times. . . .

 



Saturday, February 11, 2023

You Are Seeking The WHO!

[Thank you for your prayers regarding Lindsay!  So far, so good! It's a bit of process apparently, but I have no doubt that the genuine prayers of the faithful and caring, are truly effective!  Especially at this time.!]

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"The bottom line . . . is the bottom line"

Once all is said and done. . . . Where were you?  Where and what and WHO were you all about?

It has somewhat (quite a bit, actually) astounded me, since a child . . . to wonder and observe and be mostly shocked . . . that so few . . . do not . . . realize THAT DEATH is waiting in the wings! The moment you are born, you are dead--well, at least, well on your way . . . to "death".

SO, what is it all about?  Early on, I hoped to and sought to understand and KNOW that answer to that basic question.

And, I've long wondered . .  how does one not fathom, suss, explore, seek, yearn, desire, strive to KNOW WHAT is the purpose of LIFE?!

So, with that in mind, what do you want (or imagine) yourself to be doing, wanting, seeking . . . at the inevitable time of mortal death?

And so I've ever pondered: how is it that not nearly EVERYONE is not obsessed with seeking out and determining, best as able, to be in a mental, emotional, spiritual place . . . succinct as can be . . . resigned . . . IN MIND, HEART, INTENTION and SPIRIT as to deeply inquire, "where one is going next?"

Oh, and then I hear, as usual, a sort of tepid "the devil may care" type response--as in, "ke sera sera, what will be, will be"--type fatalistic, faux bravado. . . .

Nope!

Nothing more now is (nor has never been) more obvious to me than that LIFE HAS A PURPOSE!  HENCE ALL THE STRIVING for purpose, meaning--concocted, found or otherwise!  

Where will your heart and your head/mind/intention/spirit/soul be . . . at that final moment in this time?  When your "time" is done?

Tomorrow is not promised!  

Just ask those recently in Turkey--let alone, the thousands, millions at this moment, for one reason or another, who are in the midst of . . . passing. . . . 

Why?

What is the purpose?

Well, and I'll rephrase to say, more specifically: WHO is the purpose!?!!

It's not about what so much as . . . WHO!

Hence . . . take note WHO'S BEING and MESSAGE is most attacked and subverted, marginalized,  perverted, blocked, "cancelled", maligned, attacked etc., and etc., in this OBVIOUSLY wicked, perverse, subverted, fallen, demon-fired world . . . eh?

YOU KNOW WHO!

Yes there is the why and the what. . . .

Indeed, but find yourself searching for and striving for and yearning for and loving for HIM! 

YES HIM!  GOD! JESUS!

Don't let death catch you unawares following mindlessly the twists and turns of the day. . . .

HOLY SCTRICTURE! HOLY SCRIPTURE!

Your time is already done, and you know it, if you have the eyes to see it.  It was done and set the moment you were born and you Know it!  SO own it!  LOVE GOD!  SEEK GOD!  SEEK TRUTH! 

 HELL AND THE DEMONS, LIARS, MURDERERS, THEIVES, ET AL BE DAMNED!11



Friday, February 10, 2023

Burt Bacharach, Spies & Me

Burt Bacharach.  He was probably my favorite composer ever, since kindergarten.  My single mom would play his stuff, especially with Dionne Warwick.  It was a big influence on my own music.  I remember being about 5, 6 . . . whenever my mom put on his records, I would get my purple turtle-neck out, my mini fedora, put on some of my Hai Karate green cologne, grab my spy case (a blue, old Avon briefcase of my mom's) full of my tools of the trade, go out and play, looking and feeling "cool."  At the time I was way into "Flint" (James Coburn), James Bond, The Mod Squad.  Anything cool.  I wanted to be a spy.

Different times for sure; my mom had a boyfriend for a while who was a young cop.  He gave me a VERY real looking little black, metal pistol "cap" gun.  The blanks it shot looked like little copper bullets.  It looked, sounded--it was LOUD!--, felt like a real .22 hand-gun!  I'd run around the neighborhood, with my spy gear, hiding and shooting perceived bad guys when needed.  No one ever complained, freaked-out . . . boys will boys, ya know.  Yeah, I pretty much ran wild about the block. '67-68.  Def safer times!

A funny quick story from then:  I saw kids doing lemonade stands.  I thought, "hmm, I have an idea..." I found our little card table.  I made a sign "A cup for 25 Cents" . . . then got into my mom's kitchen cupboard, found a couple bottle of opened red wine, sat them out on the table with some paper cups and waited for customers.  An old wandering man or two stopped by (we lived kind of close to downtown, on "lower avenues".  Then, an alarmed lady neighbor showed up, knocked on our door.  My mom came out aghast, but laughing, and they made me put it all back, haha!  I did make a few coins though!  Enterprising young fellow, lol. . . 

Anyway. I know he (Burt) had a fairly troubled personal life, lots of marriages, romantic drama.  But man, his melodies, chords, lyrics.  Still to this day I/we listen to his stuff.

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[Here's a fun cool clip of Burt on Andy Williams '68]

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbxJdwmsaXc



Saturday, February 4, 2023

Joy Comes In The Morning

 Thank you for your prayers!  We are in a time where Faith and Prayer wrangle with sardonic, satanic cynicism. 

The devil is a liar.  Even the old saw, "you can have your heaven here, your hell later" and vice versa, seems to be wrought with cheap nodes of repartee'. . . .

BUT IT'S NOT!  That is a true statement.  

You are existing in a time where whirlwinds of chaos abound, day-to-day, and trying to pummel you into submission to the god of this world.

Nope.

Not bowing down, or submitting, or relinquishing the fight to the "god of this world."

I am wholly committed, come what may (in this fallen world) to THE GOD of all and of the perfect world to come.

It's all through the scriptures.  This is not our home.  Death is lurking, always.  Death will arrive.

HENCE!  The One Who overcame death!  Rose from death.  Defeated death!

It is truly so simple, yet, yes, demonic hordes crowded around the Message, The Word, The Promise . . . such that, if you give in to the Liar, well . . . you know the rest. . . . 

This life is a battle!  This is war!  This is SPIRITUAL warfare--we don't fight the flesh, but instead, we neglect and subdue the wanna-be hidden principalities of the air--of subtle subterfuge. . . . We fight in The Spirit!

Especially now!

The Kingdom of God is Within.

Faith, and allegiance to The Word of God Himself, will show you what "within" means. . . .

Not much longer, my friends. . . !

Joy comes in the morning! 



Friday, February 3, 2023

Prayer Request

My friends, brothers and sisters in God's kingdom, family . . . I'm asking for prayers. . . . Today, in an hour or so, is Lindsay's appointment for jaw-bone surgery at the dentist, bad-tooth removal, replacing some bone and then that will have a graft that will need to take, and then later install a new tooth.  She is generally freaked out by dentist work, like many are, so prayers for calmness and of course that it all goes well.  It's apparently going to be a 6-month overall procedure.  Today is day one.

Thank you for your care and prayers and positive thoughts!

And God bless you always! Each and every one of you!  We will get through this, God is with us!

Thursday, February 2, 2023

The LOW Down Joy

 [Thank you Lee for well wishes re mine and Lindsay's--wife's 39th anniversary today!

Groundhog day, lol . . . we had no idea of the day when we quick, decided to "tie the knot"....ran down to the local constabulary, smartly dressed as able kids that we were, and then needed the lady security guard as the witness. . . . Low key . . . low down . . . BUT intent on the commitment and aware enough of the Godly injunction.  GET MARRIED, take the vow. . . .]

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Meanwhile, tonight, coming home from our little dinner out to celebrate . . . I found myself grabbing my little old book sitting in the curios desk on the counter inside the garage door, and, like you do sometimes, just opened it to a page and read. . . . 

This is what I read: "Happy the soul that is little in its own eyes, and is as content to be above them; that makes its merit and delight consist in being unknown, abject, and despised, and longs as ardently to become the reproach and the outcast of the world, as others do to be esteemed and honored by it.

Such a soul is after God's own heart; it is great in the eyes of His majesty, and by its humility renders itself worthy of His greatest graces. To arrive at this degree of perfection we must love an abject and hidden life, do nothing for the sake of esteem or praise, cheerfully receive contempt and adversity as our due; accept with humble submission, blame, contradiction, and calumny, and nourish ourselves with reproaches in imitation of Jesus Christ; esteeming it our greatest honor thus to resemble Him."  -[-T o' K... I.O.C]

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Boy, do I get that one!  I love it!  Birds of a feather . . . man after my own heart . . . soul after God's own heart!  Hidden.  Unknown.  Reproached.  Pathetic calumnies that (re perpetrators) elicit pity, sadness, fear for them (as recently emphasized "I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy"--assuming one has some). . . .

The true LOW DOWN!  

How dare ANYONE imagine or dare to think they are going to have a better time of it than GOD HIMSELF WHO became the least, the lowest, suffered all for all!

So, yeah.  I never EVER feel marginalized, neglected, unfairly (not) rewarded or mis-treated, regardless.  NEVER!  Not when I know that GOD HIMSELF became flesh, endured all suffering for His beloveds' sake!  And all we have to do is have faith, believe, love and adore and strive for His Glory ABOVE ALL the temporary fits and starts and (infinitely comparative) minor sufferings in our own quick, scrappy run here in this mortal fallen realm. . . .

I'm all in!  YOU ARE TOO! 

We have the opportunity to experience--amidst the struggle and strife and violent survival here--His comfort and presence and joy and assurance . . . toward that very thing you crave, need, want and are destined to (I'm assuming you are if you are reading this:)!--that eternal joy, peace, satisfaction, unending fulfilment, expression, familial intimacy, LOVE . . . of and within and about and more . . . THE ONE TRUE GOD!

The dead shall bury the dead. . . .

The Living, never die.  (Well, once, sort of . . . but that's small potatoes! It's more like a doorway to JOY AND EVERLASTING PEACE AND LOVE, FAMILIALITY, INDIVIDUALITY, KNOWLEDGE AND CREATIVITY WITHIN AND ALL ABOUT GOD THE GOOD CREATOR OF ALL!) 

The rest, the others . . . do indeed get the 2nd death.  That is not life eternal.  It is death eternal.

I fear for and pity them.  I pray to never have a part in that.  I trust GOD IS JUST, hence why we who love truth, also crave justice!  

The just and perfect Judge will take care of all that, all this.  Vengeance is His!  Judgment is His!  We need not be too concerned with slights and oppression, unfairness here.  It is to be expected.  

LOOK, READ, UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY DID TO HIM!  If we have any semblance of His experience (mitigated a "trillion-fold" as it is) we ought count ourselves most fortunate, blessed. . . . Graced, and Chosen!--fall down on face time, grateful!  

I can fully understand how scores of the good angels do nothing else but try to joyously shield their eyes, bowing down, praising and singing about His glory endlessly!)

Can't wait to see it!

Brother Thomas ©2005

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