YES, WE DID

Posted August 22, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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It’s taken an amazing amount of effort to get to see the eclipse —  and write about it!

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We saw that, taken during the eclipse, but the eclipsed sun was still so bright that the camera couldn’t pick up the crescent sliver.    We did see the eclipse in all its phases,  at about 99+ % totality.

Safely looking through safety glasses:

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And looking goofy through the safety glasses:

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After tons of doubts and indecisions and not a few trepidations, Son and I had headed south for our eclipse viewing.  We made it all the way into Kentucky.    Reports of traffic jams seemed slightly exaggerated  but perhaps it was our lengthy morning discussions that allowed all the other cars to get a head start.  We nearly had the highways to ourselves!

We had no idea where to go in Kentucky, but there seemed to be a guiding hand watching over us and managing the timing and the location.

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We found our way to what turned out to be the local community college, where everyone was friendly and happy.   It wasn’t really crowded.

One advantage of viewing an eclipse in a college setting is that there are telescopes at hand!    Son gets a good look:

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We walked around, we sat down, we lay down in the soft clover grass and tried to absorb all the phenomena:  we watched the crescent sun get narrower and narrower,   the lights dim,  the air get slightly cooler  (it was 95 degrees — “slightly cooler”  still felt hot!),  we saw the shadows actually get unusually sharper with well-defined edges:

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And then, all at once:  

In the trees all around us the crickets and bugs and things began singing – loudly!   The people who had been speaking in soft voices  each other had to speak a little more loudly to each other.    We all looked around in wonder because we hadn’t noticed any “absence”  of bug sounds just a few moments before, and now there was a full chorus around us!

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Son discovered that these were dead bugs,  but there sure were a lot of them.

We had beautiful park-like surroundings on that campus:

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We lingered awhile, just reliving the experience and enjoying the scenery.   We sure didn’t feel like being among the first to leave.

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The little blue car was waiting for us.   Son starts his journey home to the Far North and I begin my journey West,  first stop  Kansas City, Missouri,  where there is LOTS to see.

Truly,  everything worked out smoothly for us.   Deo gratias.

 

FAREWELL WALK IN THE SPRUCE TUNNEL

Posted August 19, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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I think . . .  I don’t mean . . .  a permanent farewell. . .      Deus vult.

Bar Cross in middle

 

The little traveling car is fully packed now,  very early!   I  don’t actually depart for another 18 hours,  but I’m already saying  “good-bye” to all my favorite things around here.

I needed to visit the Spruce Tunnel and I won’t say “for the last time,  ”  but . . .  well.

So here’s my visit:

The Spruce Tunnel is located in the middle of a county park, full of instructional signs:

35Sp 1 history

I know we had mastodons here,  but I have to travel west before I start seeing any actual mastodon bones.    It’s  (partly)  why I’m going.

There is an indoor museum of local wildlife, though.

3 Sp 2 turtle resting

I think we have lots of reptiles around here.

3 Sp 3 turtle simming

I’m really not that interested in turtles,  but they have a nice home there in the little museum.

3 Sp 5 turtle for children

That seems to be the theme this summer.    All right.     I promise to look for turtles.

Now we enter the pathway that will lead us to the Spruce area.    From this spot you can already feel the dark quiet dampness of a forest.

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I’m a bit rebellious  about government signage:    “Don ‘t run over pedestrians with your bike.”     ” Don’t ski in the summertime.”     “Take your poop with you  (if you have a dog.)” “Don’t make sudden loud noises in the presence of a horse.”    “This park cost a  lot of money so  don’t  . . .  touch anything.”

But apart from the signs,  that really is a very inviting entrance.

 

3 Sp 7 Fresh Air

There is quite a long pathway to enjoy.     You just have to slow down your pace —  maybe look sideways off the path.      Eyes wide open because it’s  more  than trees.

Breathe deeply.

3 Sp 8 sign scent

I already was smelling the pine scent all around me, and more —  something in my kitchen . . .  herbs,  fresh herbs.

Eventually I came to . . .  this place.

3 Sp 9 Bench and Light

It’s not just a bench.   It was one of the benches Hubbie had to use to “sit and rest for a minute”  during the last time he and I walked the Spruce Tunnel together.

I didn’t know,  had no idea,  that in a few short weeks he would be “entering the Light” by himself.      This feels like a dangerous  place for me;   it takes a bit of courage to keep on, just,  maybe doing what I’m supposed to be doing in this life.    That’s his bench . . . .

I reach the curved entrance to the “Tunnel.”

3 Sp Curved Entrance

I enter the place where the tall Spruce grow.   There’s not much to hear here.

3 Sp 6 Path into tunnel

 

All other thoughts are just a faint echo,   the packing- getting- ready- for- the- trip  frenzy seems far away.

3 SP Tunnel Bench

The Spruce Tunnel has a “bench” of its own.  You can sit there next to the Spruce for a while when you don’t want to leave quite so soon.

I capitalize “Spruce”  because these trees were living a hundred years before I was born, and most will still be here for another hundred years.

How often I’ve told you:   I hope you find a Spruce Tunnel of your own.  An actual place that is both physical and spiritual.

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After a while I found what I came for.

(That will last me for a few thousand miles!!)

 

 

CANDY PHYSICS

Posted August 19, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Friday?     It’s been Friday today?     I haven’t been here for four days?    Oh, I’ve been to the Spruce Tunnel,  just not this one.   (See next post)

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I’m in full CleaningOrganizingSortingDecidingPacking mode.      Cleaning and poking around where I haven’t been for a long while.

I’m finding some really random, interesting stuff around my house . . .

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They’re real and they’re delicious and I can’t finish them off because they’re not mine.

But it’s kind of fun to combine physics and candy.

E   x    p      a       n        d       your thinking.     We’ve been placed in a fun world, full of joy.

THE UNKNOWN ASSUMPTION

Posted August 15, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christendom, Christian Love, Holy Days, Mother of God

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What I wouldn’t give to  know for sure that I’d be reunited with my own son in Heaven some day!!!!!

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To “assume”  may mean to make a mental leap,  an educated guess;  but it can also mean something in the physical world.   That is, the physical taking up of something.

This Assumption is largely unknown outside of Christendom,  and rapidly disappearing from even the vestiges of Christianity.    But there are those,  surprisingly many,  who still choose to recognize the Assumption on August 15th.

The Assumption of Mary:

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There are so many beautiful works of art about the Assumption of Mary –  Centuries and centuries of trying to get it just right!    I like this one because it shows movement.   The Virgin’s hair seems to be moving, or flowing,   because of the upward motion,   and people seem to be reaching.

The Church doesn’t teach one way or the other whether Mary, the Mother of Jesus actually died or if she  “fell asleep”  and was taken up in to Heaven,  but it doesn’t matter.   The teaching,  based on contemporary writings, is that her body totally disappeared from the place where she lay in a deep trance?  coma?  sleep?

Everything about her physical presence is just gone.  No relics.    No pieces of cloth or hair.  No “bones.”  No vials of blood.   Nothing.  Most unusual, for even the least of the martyrs had some relics saved.    It’s what they did in those days.

The Assumption of Mary into Heaven is clear.

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Just as we will go “some” place when we die,   so did she.

The Love of God in each lover of God unites,  and separation is only temporary.

So  just as Death will not end our love and will not separate us from our Loved Ones,  in and among this wonderful Community  of Saints,  dead and alive,  we will still love and care for each other,  and so does she . . . .

mary nearby

Heaven is not a matter of time and distance.  It’s Eternity,  an eternal now that permeates the physical world.

When Jesus (on the Cross)  gave His mother to be ours,  He means now.

 

 

ADDENDUM — WHO IS THIS GUY?

Posted August 15, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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So,  let’s play  “Guess Who?”  concerning the events this week in Virginia.

The Guess Who man fancies himself a poet, and reads his poetry on his YouTube channel.   In 2015, in one video he declares his hatred for Christianity;  in another he reads a poem about   the “white devils,”   manifesting hatred of whites, although he, too, is a white person.

Next, this man writes on his own blog that the profession he admires most is the Provocateur.    He would like to become a provocateur –  for hire, of course.

He is an admirer of the Barack Hussein person, occupying the White House.

This man is also a participant and promoter of the Occupy movements, those foreign-funded mobs which cause riots and try to shut down areas of major cities.

Know who this man is yet?   . . .

The Barack-Hussein person leaves the office of the president after eight years, and moves his headquarters to a neighborhood in Washington DC, close to his former office  —   to keep active.

The nearby city of Charlottesville Virginia declares itself to be “the capital of anti-Trump resistance.”

The man  ( the Guess Who man)  is a supporter of the Barack Hussein person and he in the summer of 2016 he takes on a new persona to achieve his goal of riots and civil war, whatever it takes to bring down America.

In Charlottesville,  2017,  he masquerades as a “right-wing”  white nationalist demonstration organizer.     He is . . .?

His name is Jason Kessler,  the man pegged as the leader of the “protest movement” in Charlottesville,  the ones the foreign-funded Antifa and Black Lives Matter people had to become so violent against.

What does the entertainment-news media tells us about him?    The “right-wing” white nationalist protest movement,” led by Jason Kessler,” is armed and violent and dangerous, and so is everyone who is “right wing”  and every  white person better be ashamed of this movement and say the “right words”  to denounce this movement.

So,  that’s the guy.    An extreme Left-Winger.

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While we’re at it,   what do we know about the young man,   James Fields, who drove his car into the crowd of demonstrators?

Who is that guy?

He is a young  psychiatric patient who is on three or four different psychotropic drugs.   You know,  the ones who warn on the drug package inserts that the side effects are “homicide”  and “suicide.”     The drugs that actually cause brain damage. . . .

The police were called to his house because he was beating up his mother.

The police were also called to his house because he had pulled a knife on his mother.

His (liberal)  college teacher said he had a “fascination”  with the Nazis –   without explaining that it was a fascination with Nazi symbols,  the false “glamour”  of the Nazis,  and that he had no idea what the Nazi movement was all about, except for its slogans.

He is truly mentally ill.

That guy.

 

 

 

 

 

LIFE’S A MESS — TAKE HEART

Posted August 14, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christian Analysis, Death, Faith

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(A message  – to me  –  about lambs and lamb’s wool . . .   and death to come.)

Sometimes life seems a mess,  a complicated, tangled mess.    We get to feeling like that once in a while.     We get a lot of “cares”   and loose ends swirling around in our minds.

Alligator Wrong Side

Doesn’t take much sometimes.    As we work and learn and think —  still, everything doesn’t fall into place, and those loose ends don’t get tucked neatly away,  not even at the end . . . .     Most of us will come to the end of our lives with not all things fitting together and making sense.

Alligator Inside Out

 

Of course,  our Maker is seeing a different pattern developing.

Alligator Right Side

Cute little alligator sweater for Cooper!

I didn’t create the pattern or write the directions for the alligator.     I needed a chart for  guidance.  I needed Guidance.

It’s very soft.     I’m using something similar to lamb’s wool.

But I myself am no smarter about life than a little lamb, soft and vulnerable, in the middle of a great green pasture.

Lamb in pasture

I didn’t make the pasture,   I didn’t even put myself here,  and I don’t know everything that I’m supposed to do here,  but my Creator is the One who, with a gentle shepherd’s hand,  made me and placed me here . . .  and watches to see what I’ll do.

Everything will be provided —

lamb and water

Delicious green grass,  water,  companionship,  and Guidance.

I don’t have to solve the problems of the whole world.       I don’t even have to anticipate everything that’s going to happen.     (“Those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength . . .”   Isaiah 40:31)      Even when   Especially when I don’t understand certain things,   there will be strength to go on.

The Good Shepherd is looking down on the life He gave us, with great care and attention, so when things get complicated  we need to just “stay where he put us.”

lamb waiting

 

Although for us humans that means being active, learning, doing, walking in His ways,   and it might look like we’re making a mess,  He is seeing our pattern forming,  from the “Other Side,” so to speak,    and when He sees that we have made our choices,  for or against Him,  with or without Him,  He’ll know when our time is up —  we are who we are going to be.

 

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—  and we’ll be taken out of this beautiful pasture Earth.

And then stand before Him . . . .

 

“REACHING UP TO SLAP GOD’S FACE”

Posted August 13, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: American History, Christendom, Christian Analysis, Faith, friends

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(Pardon the slightly blasphemous metaphor —  truly  random, rambling Sunday talk today):

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Bozeman Trail

The whole quotation (in the title of this post)  is  spoken about a man who held himself apart from the group,  his opinions,  his rights,  a little more worthy than the others, he thought:  “Look at him,”  said Rusty Karnes under his breath, “if he could reach high enough, he’d try to  slap God’s face.” 

boseman trail

(We saw people like that in Charlottesville yesterday –  people who think they are so right that they can throw rocks,  fire, pepper spray and tear gas,  and foul liquids at those whom  they disagree with and want to silence.)  

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God does NOT change.    The world doesn’t change.   Right-and-Wrong doesn’t change.   Honor doesn’t change.   Men don’t change.    And Danger doesn’t change.

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Exposed on the Bozeman Trail

We’re all mighty vulnerable in this world.    Even when we band together with a few friends and relatives,  we’re always a small band facing the forces of evil and random uncertainties that the world gives us.   It’s a humbling thought.

Bozeman single

We’re alone,  with only one guidebook and only one Church —  a thought for those who don’t intend to “slap God in the face.”

Along the Bozeman Trail you had to deal with snowstorms,  thunderstorms,  lack of shelter or water, Indian attacks, accidents with your horse or wagon wheels,   assorted outlaws and thieves waiting for their chance at you,  and the possibility of losing your way and making the wrong decisions.

I’ve crossed the Bozeman Trail several times – in my car – and I plan to do it again this month.  I’ve dealt with snowstorms,  black ice,   concern about thieves or muggers (as a woman traveling alone),   strong summer winds blowing such hot air that you feel you’re being sucked dry just trying to put gas in your tank;  and I’ve made some bad decisions about which way to go – that turned out all right.    No problem with the Sioux or Pawnee, though.

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Modern times,  about a century later,  there are still perils in our world, and especially now in these times we must think clearly about our “traveling” companions in life.    That is,  who and what values and what attitudes will accompany you?

You must choose your companions wisely.   You want to be sure that the ones who are with you are true and honest and have the ability to protect you.

Bozeman Wagon box

You don’t want your “traveling companions”  to be those who are so sure of themselves that they can’t see any other point of view and cannot allow anyone to think differently;  leastwise you.    You have a right to think things through in your own way.

 

Micah 6:8  —  He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.        And what does the Lord require of you?    To act justly and to love mercy   and to walk humbly  with your God.

One way of looking at it,  there are still only two postures:    (1)    “walk humbly with your God” – or “before your God,” as some versions put it,  knowing that you don’t know everything on this journey through life but you’re on a journey to meet Him and He’s given you a Guide.   Or   (2),  try to reach up to God and tell Him you’ll do it your own way,  the “slap in the face.”

A book and a little story:

Here’s the book I’m reading –   plain, clear  thinking  in it . . .

Bitterrot Book

I might not go all the way to the Bitterroots this month,  way up north in Montana,  but I’ll remember the things I’ve learned from this book.

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Here’s the story I love to tell – and you don’t have to read through it,  I just really like to think about it:

The word “faith” is important to a lot of Christians, and the Bible tells us that the Pillar and the Foundation of our faith is the Church   (not the Bible).      Took me a while,  but I studied that Church and  understood enough to know that that’s where I belonged.

So one day,   a particular holiday that we all must recognize,  I went to church,  went to Mass, along with many hundreds of others in that church building.   Standing room only by the time I got there!   That meant kneeling on the hard stone floor for quite a while.

The crowd had pushed me, elbow to elbow, next to a man whom I recognized as the governor of our state!     There he was, kneeling on the stone floor,  next to me.   Except for a nod of recognition,  I didn’t speak,  and neither did he,  because we were both silently kneeling at that time to  the Lord Jesus,  the Son of God, Who  was present on the  altar, way far away in front of the church.

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That’s it.     That’s the story.    I disagreed with that governor on a few things,  but we seemed to be both on that same  “trail” in life,  humbling ourselves before our actual, present God.

Neither of us, nor anyone in the church that day,  appeared to be telling  God that we’ll do it our own way,  reaching  up to His face and . .  .  you know.

Our souls are safer that way.

 

NIGHTFALL

Posted August 13, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: American History, Current Events, Education, Modern Culture, Modern Issues, Social Engineering, Socialism, War Against America

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“And the evening and the morning were   (the next)  day . . .”    (Genesis)

Pond at Night

Looking out my back window tonight.      That’s the moon reflecting in my pond and three solar lights in my butterfly garden.

Darkness has descended.  Darkness makes a fitting division from one day to another.  Shut out all the issues of one day;  another (new) day will some.    And I am happy to leave behind today’s events in Virginia and the ensuing attempted attitude-adjustments by the Leftist-controlled media.     I’d like to form my own opinions,  thank you very much.

Maybe I’ll do pictures in this post to make up for no-pictures in the last.

The demonstrations in Charlottesville today and the Global-Socialist counter-demonstration that fought against them presented some big problems,  but the solutions do not lie in proclaiming our opinions one way or the other,  making quick pronouncements about “what is wrong,”   descending into name-calling in order to make a point.

I guess I stand with the president today when he said we need to analyze this,  investigate it, figure out what happened and why.   And all that before we can tell each other how to fix the social and civil problems we have.

Here’s my contribution:

As I taught public school for a few years,  I witnessed the deliberate destruction of American values by the new curriculum and the introduction of Socialism  into the minds of the children.     The children weren’t “victims”;  they were to be the new tools of Social Change.

They didn’t know that American values are opposed to Socialism’s values:

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And they were not taught what could happen under some socialist governments:

Socialism Try Again

 

Yeah,  why not try it here?   How about some practice and a standing ovation?  —

Standing Ovation

Yeah, that’s the president of the un^it^ed  st^ates . . .  disguised as “Julius Caesar”   in a recent play,  much promoted by our hate-filled media.

Celebrities teach our children to have bad attitudes ready to display:

children's celebrities

“Children,”  or superannuated children.

We permit mindless slogans:

We Hate America

 

Slogans against America;  slogans against the president — any president:

dump trump people

 

The   young man who drove from Ohio to crash his car into the demonstrators today is said to have anti-Trump sentiments on his Facebook page — although that information has not reappeared anywhere.

car crash

 

Leftist counter-demonstrators today   “fought flags with fire”:

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Disrespect embedded in —  what?  Am I supposed to say “only a small group of people”?    Okay –  then why no public disapproval  from public voices?    We ought to be publicly and loudly “disrespecting”  these people.

Because small groups of people can spread hatred and violence like a cancer spreads into the body,  into the body-politic.

We’d better watch what we teach our children —

Librarian for childrens hour

—  and we’d really better try to educate ourselves.

That’s a great project, because the rehabilitation of our society is done one person at a time.       Read!      And push back at the attitudes that lead to action that threaten our republic.    That’s like sitting outdoors in a comfortable chair in the sunlight –  and swatting away the wasps that might come your way.

Here are a couple suggestions:

If You Can Keep It  by   Eric Metaxas

Inventing Freedom   by  Daniel  Hannon

George Washington  by  Ron  Chernow

and . . .

happy face        . . . . .    most Westerns!

 

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Most Americans who are 50 years old and under have grown up in an atmosphere saturated with socialist principles alongside  American values.    They are incompatible.  One side will win out over the other.        One side is deliberately trying to win out over the other.

But this could be correctable.

I’m feeling  better already!    I love the night!       A new day comes next!

 

ON THE SPOT

Posted August 12, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Cultural Marxism, Current Events, Transforming America

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(Wow –  a hardcore narrative is forming now over the events I watched today.  which tells a story  opposite of the portion I witnessed earlier today.      The politically correct way to talk about  this lawful protest is to  emphasize  words like “nazi” and “white supremacist”   and “violence”  and “hate” and “bigoted”   — and to absolutely leave out the thousands of black and white American citizens who are protesting the eradication of their own history.   The reporting is so muddled.     The character of the events will change.    The victims of the counter-protestors are finally fighting back a little, so now they can be made to look like the agitators.    The victims of Hate are being called the Haters.    This hardcore counter narrative is strong!)    

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(No photos.    You will see this later and be told a different story by our (leftist) media groups, but for now,  come with me and be eyewitness to the events.)

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Right now,    Saturday,  August 12, I’m watching peaceful demonstrators being assaulted by the Leftists; by many professional, well-funded Leftist groups that show up in many places in our country to shut down free speech.

The peaceful demonstrators are opposing the Cultural Marxist movement which is trying to remove all traces of American culture and its history.

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I am watching ( on my other screen) a peaceful and lawful demonstration in Charlottesville,  Virginia,  an exercise in free speech that Americans are supposed to have, but they are now, on camera,  being assaulted by extreme Leftists.

I’m watching  . . .   the peaceful demonstrators being assaulted with urine, feces,   balloons filled with various liquids,   sticky colored liquids, and tear gas.

Not tear gas by the police, but tear gas from the Leftist groups – Antifa among them, and Black Lives Matter, various university-age people,  and some unnamed homosexual group with a woman shouting out accusations.

. . . .  Black Lives Matter people are in black masks and shouting unprintable obscenities and threats and insults.

. . . .  The Leftist groups are being allowed to totally dominate the peaceful demonstrators, pushing them back and back and back with balloons of urine and tear gas . . .   I thought the police were supposed to keep the groups separate.   The Leftists are pushing back the peaceful demonstrators, and certainly out-shouting them.

. . .    Those who committed the assaults are not getting arrested.

. . . .     Now some peaceful demonstrators are being sprayed by the police.   Tear gas, I think.

. . .  Some of the peaceful demonstrators who were affected by the tear gas, some injured and blinded,   tried to move away from the clouds of tear gas were being forced by the police to move back into the Antifa group who are still in the process of assaulting.

 

 

Ooops.     A Facebook interruption. I must have been watching a livestream through some Facebook means, and they just shut down the video.   Not surprised.   The Leftists were beginning to look like professional rioters. the peaceful demonstrators remained peaceful.    Facebook censors . . . . 

 

 

Found another livestream video source.

. . .   The peaceful demonstrators with a permit to demonstrate there, at that particular location, are now being told  that their demonstration is unlawful.   Where’d that come from?      (Doesn’t the Bill of Rights give them the right to peaceful assembly?)

. . . Some nicely dressed people are moving around among the peaceful demonstrators, offering them bottles of water and looks  like small pieces of pizza.   (Southern hospitality?    Historic Southern culture  is being suppressed all over the South.)

….  Blacks and whites who are with the peaceful demonstrators are both shouting that they want to preserve their history, their culture, their right to free speech. You can’t hardly hear their words over the Leftists shouts of racist, bigot go home, and other words like that.

. . .   And now they’re spitting;    Antifa, the Leftist group, is spitting at the peaceful demonstrators.     I can see the . . . spit.

. . .   There are bottles being thrown filled with urine,  liquid gel  (so it sticks in your eyes),  and some kind of burning chemical.

. . .   Now someone is throwing pepper spray at the peaceful demonstrators.    Police have apparently been ordered to . . . let them.

Shouldn’t police stop Antifa from using pepper spray against people?

. . . . Someone now seems to be gathering small groups of people from both sides and goading them into a brawl.    Therefore, as one Leftist shouted:   “White Supremacist Violence!!!”   That’s a slogan.    Or he’s seeing something somewhere else that this camera is not finding.

And so,   on it will go,  probably into the evening.

I hope I’ve given you a ” long-distance” eyewitness view of what’s going on today.

What am I seeing?

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Mainstream media is calling the peaceful demonstrators  “Alt-right”  as though giving them a label will make them appear bad.

The protests began when the city government of Charlottesville have called for the removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee,  over the protests of many citizens.   In the words of one:  “trying to remove a historical war memorial and a work of art which is important to millions of people was an act of hate by the city council.” 

(I must add that Robert E. Lee is one of my heroes too.   Even though I was raised in Illinois,   I also studied history and learned the broader issues surrounding the War Between the States in the 19th century.  Robert E. Lee was a great general,  who was opposed to secession.)

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. . . .   Oh, wow — I just saw a reporter beginning to introduce himself to a camera, and a man ran up to him and hit him in the face and knocked him down — shouting something or other, and then ran away.

. . .   I can hear someone groaning in pain because he just got struck with pepper spray  — eyewitnesses identified the attacker as a self-identified “marxist.”

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 Someone  posted this quotation, which seems to describe what is being perpetrated against American citizens:

“The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was.” — The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, by Milan Kundera

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. . . .  Medics are on the scene . . . .

This is addictive.    I need to  stop.

Again,  I’m sure you will be shown an opposite narrative on

NBCABCMSNBCFOXCBSCNNABCAPRUETERS  . . .  etc.

 

 Moral of the story?     Don’t stand up for your rights if you don’t want the Left to violently attack you and throw chemicals, urine,  pepper spray, and tear gas at you.

Leftist Rule!   Leftists Win!!

Apparently.

 

 

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And now, on media sources, as the hardcore narrative is being developed —   President Trump is being blamed . . . . 

AUGUST ASSERTIONS

Posted August 8, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: American History, Current Events, Modern Issues, Warfare

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I don’t usually let  August 6 and 9 go by without some note of gratitude that I exist.  I’m here.   I’m alive.    And so, therefore,  are my son and daughter and grandson.    (Oh, yes, and  my baby sisters.)

Here’s my Dad:

Dad in Dress Blues

He’s in his Dress Blues,  Marine Corps.     It’s the photo that gets taken to show your Mom or your girlfriend that you’re doing okay in the service.

But when you’re 18 years old in 1945,  the Marine Corps is not a safe place to be, although neither was the whole world.    He and about a million others were en route to the South Pacific for that one great last offensive to put a stop to Japan’s aggression.   (Better read about those horrors, if you don’t know them.   It’s not a matter of “moral equivalence.”)

It was summer,  1945.  My dad said he and his unit were sleeping for weeks on a huge hangar floor, on their duffel bags, waiting for the planes to take them to California,  and then on to ships that would take them to the fighting.   Casualties were expected to be very high.

And then it was August 6th.

And then it was August 9th.

And finally, after experiencing two atom bombs,  Japan surrendered, and my Dad’s unit was not sent  . . .  he reunited with his young wife . . .   and then later I came along.

By every account, from my Dad and his friends, his commanders,  from the military leaders,  from civilian analysts,   those two atom bombs saved the lives of a million or so  young men  from America and from other countries,   because the war ended.

You can hardly call that “an assertion”   because it was the actual well-considered consensus.

Much to my surprise – and disgust –  in these recent years  I’ve heard the assertion:  “Oh, no, a million lives wouldn’t have been saved.”   Simple assertion.

The anti-American rhetoric coming from the socialists has revised the history of World War II;    and since their aim is total pacifism, even in the face of military threats to us,  the ideology which produces that false assertion is:   “the use of atom bombs (knee jerks here) is so reprehensible that no amount of saved lives is worth it.”

“And so besides,   no one knows it would be a million . . . .”

This would be my Dad’s  regular uniform:

Dad PFC

Ready to die.

So for me,  for millions in my generation,   for maybe your mom and dad who exist because the atom bomb was used,  let’s pause to be glad we exist.

Let’s not celebrate these atom bombs, but let’s look clearly and weigh all the alternatives.   Let’s not throw unsupported assertions at each other.    There are many, many books written in the 1940s and 1950s that deliver some very sobering analysis of what was going on in those days.

As always,  if you want to know some history, let the people who lived then tell you what happened.

I happened upon an article that said during the Cold War, when the Soviets were actually threatening us,   the ratio of our nuclear weapons to theirs was 13 to 1.    Overkill,  I think,  but those are the facts.

Today?   The ratio of nuclear and nuclear type weapons is  1  to 4.     The rest of the world has four times as many (nuclear) weapons as we have.

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In today’s news there is one tiny nation that is actively threatening the U.S.  and showing us every few days that they are becoming capable, or are capable now,   of hitting   Alaska or Seattle or San Diego or Hawaii  with a nuclear weapon.

I don’t know . . .    if Hawaii is hit,  is Hawaii worth going to war over?

Now we’re back to World War II.

 

 

NINE OF HIM WOULD’VE MADE A DOZEN

Posted August 8, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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“Nine of him would have made a dozen!”  

What better way to describe a big brawny man!    Most especially it’s a term of appreciation to say that about a man who is helping you out on a particularly tough physical job – and is  more than adequate for the task.

It’s from a book I’m reading.     A western.

Everything is pointing me westward this month.   I finished a small grocery trip and pulled out of the parking lot,  looking for traffic, towards the west —

Sunset at Tom's 370

A surprising splash of color from the west  flowing down the street.

This book I’m reading is a twentieth century western, takes place in Montana,  and from what I’ve seen the West is still out there like that in Montana.    The author has a way with words that make me laugh right out loud or make some noise of delight once or twice on every page,  and it was actually his description of the mountains that made me think of my own trip westward in the last post I wrote.

I forgot to write it down in the last post,  but I think this little passage is worth thinking about.

The story is told from the point of view of a fourteen year old boy  one summer- and I think I nearly know what it’s like to feel like him, near as I could.    Going up farther into the mountains to count sheep for his ranger father,  he looked out the window one morning to see what kind of day it would be:

“First thing,  I made a beeline to the window.  . .  Roman Reef and all the peaks south beyond it stood in the sun, as if the little square of window had been made into a summer picture of the Alps.  It still floors me how the mountains are not the same any two days in a row,  as if hundreds of copies of those mountains exist and each dawn brings in a fresh one, of new color, new prominence of some feature over the others, a different wrapping of cloud or rinse of the sun for this day’s version.”

That’s what got me thinking about my upcoming journey, because I’ve driven this way many times in the past,  but I get up over into Wyoming, and I always gasp – right out loud,  and more than once, as I drive over each rise and see another glorious vista.  But each time I see these same mountain ranges,  they do seem to be a new, different,  more wonderful version of those mountains I thought I remembered.

And then, out again in the mountains by himself, the young man experiences those “twin feelings of aloneness and freedom . . .”    I’ve felt that too, out there.  I was where I shouldn’t have been, alone at least,   but alone I was for many hours,  somewhat lost for a while, and yet so free . . .  all by myself.

The book also described a perfect Montana Fourth of July,  picnic, square dancing,  and rodeo.   I can tell you I was tired by the end of all that activity!    It will be a little snapshot of a perfect Fourth of July for the young man in the story, and I’m glad to have shared his experience.    As he thinks over the day, the author says:  “It was a set of hours worth the price of the rest of your life.”

All in all,  it’s out West that I’ve known  one corner of this  immense planet and felt that great aloneness,   I’m a simple speck next to the infinite iterations of mountains and prairies.

Just a tiny little speck of life on a home planet that presents  endless scenes of majesty – and yet both are a reflection of the infinite power and glory of their Creator.

 

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Travel West.  Think big!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL MODE

Posted August 7, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Well,  I’ve been observing a lot.  I have a lot to write about . . . .

But it seems I’ve entered travel mode now.    That means I will be distracted (and scatterbrained)    and overly excited  (Wow!  I have 5,000 miles of road ahead of me!!!!)  and overly-dramatic  (I won’t know if I make it back home until I get back home)   and indecisive (what all should I be taking with me?)  and should I plan everything or just be spontaneous   (and trust there’ll be a hotel room available in the evening)?

Anyway,  I’ll try not to be absent from The Spruce Tunnel . . . .

First stop?

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Under that.   I know when,  I just don’t know where.   Yet.

Of course visiting Cooper is my main destination . . .   This is  just outside his front yard.    He calls it his “beautiful lake”  and I hear he has lots of plans for me.   In the lake.

Shaffer Summer 300

But I’m very much in need of some other mountains.  Not Cooper’s Sierras;    but these:

 

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Mountains with wide open spaces!.  You have no idea of how much land you’re looking at,  not even when you’re driving there.

I’m supposed to “promise” that I won’t keep taking pictures while I’m driving.

I’ll be driving through some of my favorite towns too:

wyoming civilizaiton

Hubbie used to ask me why I keep taking so many photos as we would drive through the mountains.  He said they all look the same!     Well,  he’s a creature of the deep dark  northern forests.   He thinks trees look all different.

When  I was young my Mom used to “torture” me – and herself –  by asking the question:    “Which would you rather live near,  the mountains or the ocean?”     It was a game,  but we’d think so seriously and discuss our answers.   I was always unsettled by my final  answer,  because . . .  “neither” wasn’t an option.

Hubbie’s forests are very scary,  because you feel closed in tight by the trees.     Mom’s mountain preference made me feel closed in because you can’t see much horizon.   The ocean gives me claustrophobia  because it’s  a foreign environment  full of dangerous, unseen creatures and its powerful waves threaten to close in on you.

So. . .  what can I say?     I like seeing forests, mountains, and oceans,  but I spent my childhood  on the edge of the Illinois prairie.  You could look  out forever and see endless sky and endless horizon.     You stand tall on the solid ground.

If you have the choice to travel or not to travel,  choose travel!     Not the airplane kind,  skimming over everything,  but driving,   really getting into it,  living through all the scenery our country has to offer.

Maybe then you’d know how to answer my Mom’s question.

 

 

A MOM’S MIND AT WORK

Posted August 5, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(Hyberbole:  my favorite form of humor)

The last few posts have been about  huge problems “way out there.”      I’m returning now closer to home,  closer to the Spruce Tunnel.   

Or maybe not.

Alaska where cooper is

See that tiny little huge cruise ship in the middle of the Alaskan mountain fjord?   Well, my loved ones are on board, including my little grandson Cooper.  So tiny in a big wide world.

al overboard   On their first day I woke up  with a flash of a very vivid picture:  it was Cooper going over the railings of the ship,   plunging into the waters below.    It was a huge panicky kick in the stomach.     And before I could catch my breath,   there was Cooper’s Daddy taking a running leap over the rails to save his son . . .

(Not a good way to wake up in the morning.)

They sent me some photos.  Want to know what goes on in a Mom’s Mind when you’re out having your adventures?

Alaska Stream 300

Here are Cooper and Daddy,  halfway into their Denali adventure,  standing next to a pretty little stream . . .

. . .  Along with a little wildlife, also enjoying the stream and watching for whatever they can find in the stream:

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It’s an Alaskan stream.   Close enough.

I hope those grizzlies know what else is available in that stream:

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I think my little family was standing too close to all those delicious salmon when they took this photo.

I asked Cooper if he knew what an iceberg is.  He told me he thinks it’s something like a big floating island made of ice.    And clearly that didn’t make any sense to him.   I told him it was more like a river of ice that flows between the mountains.

AlaskaGlacier River

Pretty big river,  pretty small ship.    But I think the river of ice  idea made some sense to him.   After all,  his home is on a lake between very high mountains.

The icebergs make a very big splash when they crack off –

Alaska Berg 360

They’re pretty close to this one that’s about to “crack off.”      A very big splash for a very little cruise ship.

Then I got this picture, very small size on my cell phone,  no explanation.     But it looked to me like Daddy got captured by some wild Alaskan mountain men and strung up between the trees   . . .

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Except that might be a smile on his face.

I just know I’m going to be getting some more photos.

One mother’s  (one grandmother’s)   worries, even though I’m pretty sure they are safe.    I worry about them all because I know how precious and vulnerable they are.   Family is pretty close to home, close to heart,  and everyone is part of someone’s family.   That’s how a Mom’s Mind works too.

I think that’s why I was writing  all those recent posts about the current development of an all-powerful State that will rule every aspect of our lives and negatively affect not only us as individuals, but our loved ones too.

“Big Brother evolves.”

 

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e v o l u t i o n

If Artificial Intelligence trumps human intelligence,  then we and the ones we love will become little more than (dehumanized)  human resources to manage and manipulate in whatever ways are best for the system.

We’d better start there,  with the certain knowledge of the dignity and worth of every form of human life.  Each individual specially created and loved by the Creator.   No one can be discarded without greatly offending the One who made him.

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As the decades roll past,  and you have fewer years ahead of you than behind you,   everything that you thought was important drops off until what you have left is  Love —    ideally,  the love God gives you to love Him, to love your family,  and to love yourself.

 

“Faith, hope, and love;  and the greatest of these  is love,”  right?    That’s instruction from the Bible.

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When you leave this earth and see God,  you’ll have no more need of “faith” in Him.   You will have no more need to hope in Him for your safety;  He’s right there, and you are safe  with Him.

But the Love will only increase exponentially, even beyond what we can imagine now.

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, R.I.P.

Posted August 4, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christian Analysis, Christian Love, Death, Health issues, Modern Issues

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Beloved son.    

Today is his first birthday.   He’d be one year old.

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Mother and son.

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Cherished and wanted.

charlies parents

 

His name is Charlie Gard, and his “mistake”  was to be born with a mitochondrial disease  which makes him  “unwanted”   and “not”  valuable   —  to the State.  Doesn’t matter which country  because this kind of State authority is developing in all Western nations where Christian values are being destroyed.

(In Judeo-Christian cultures,  the helpless, the poor, the sick, the needy, the unwanted are given attention, love,and care.    “As you do it unto the least of my brethren,  you do it unto Me.”    Undeniably, that teaching originated with Jesus.    Remove Jesus,  and you invariably lose  His  teaching. )

This loved and cherished son was dying of his disease,  but the State would not allow his parents to take him to doctors in the United States where there was the possibility that his life could be saved.  U.S.  doctors are researching this disease and hold out some hope.

But Charlie’s State authority would not let him take advantage of the research.   The parents applied for “permission”  to take their own son to the United States,  and they did not get any answer other than no,  until Charlie’s condition had become so much worse that even modern research would likely not be able to help.

Both British and European Union  Court authorities imposed the full strength of their authority against Charlie and his parents.

So Charlie was dying.

The parents wanted to take him home, in a comfortable, personal, loving  environment for as long as his little life would last.

But the System  said they owned Charlie.     There are no parental rights.   The State-run hospital system refused to allow the parents to care for their own son.

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Charlie died,  just days short of his first birthday.

His parents,  Chris Gard and Connie Yates,  had enough money to use to travel and treat their son.   Now,  instead, they are using that money,  one and a half million dollars,  to set up a foundation to help others who struggle against both children’s disease and the loss of parental rights.

In this country,   the Barack-Hussein person and his followers put forth into our laws the Unaffordable Health Control Bill, which has far-reaching consequences,  among them the State-prescribed death of the unborn,   the very, very sick young,   the very,  very sick,  and the very, very sick elderly.      It’s too expensive to help the helpless.

The State is in control.     A very, very “sick”  State is in control.

 

 

 

WETWARE DECEIVED (Starvation)

Posted August 4, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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One more point on “Wetware” and then I return to . . .   the usual.   But caution.   Because the Truth is NOT staring us in the face.

Starving human

The man in the photo has dignity and worth and value and is worthy of our attention —  our love and care.

The man is someone’s brother . . .  son . . .  father . . .  friend.    Africa.    An abundance of food has been sent from America,  Russia,  and many European countries.    It’s waiting for him at the seaports, in ships,  and it’s growing older, in some instances,  or it’s being transported elsewhere,  where  his government can make the most profit and distribute the most power and influence.

His government is a powerfully entrenched Leftist governing force —   the “Errors of Russia”   (which did not originate in Russia) are at work, against this  “little”  man.    Because he’s not rich or powerful.  “The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.”

I mentioned the “Errors of Russia”  because this phrase was used by the Apparitions in Fatima,  1917,   with warnings and predictions which seem to be coming true.   One of the little children,  Jacinta,  had a powerful vision that year,  which she perceived was about the future of the human race.

In the vision appeared the pope, in  a church,  on his knees,  alone, praying and weeping.    The little church was in the middle of a vast field, filled with countless numbers of humans who were starving to death,  crying out for help,  weeping, dying.     Jacinta said she had the impression that they were not just starving for physical food,  but for spiritual food.

And then she said she had the impression that the Church, the Christian Church,  was in deep trouble.

The man in the photo above is a metaphor, then,  for our own human spirits  being starved for lack of  spiritual food,   spiritual Truth.    Like the man in the photo,  his Food is waiting for him;  it’s just not being delivered.  As a matter of fact,  it is being withheld from us all with the intent to  keep information and truth in the hands of the very few.

Here’s how this relates to the Artificial Intelligence I’ve been writing about:    The method of keeping people in a  state of deadly starvation is Deception;  the mechanism  is the proliferation of lies and distortions by means of our “modern”  communication technology which can make anything appear to be anything.

It’s nothing new or surprising.  Nothing unusual.   One example:   My generation grew up on this slogan —   Better Living Through Chemistry!  the advertising campaign sang to  us cheerfully.

better living

What is NOT contaminated with  “chemicals” now?

Today we are deceived by cheerful news about vaccines, cell towers,  colonization by third world migrants,   the medical industry,   our education system;  and truth is regularly withheld concerning the stock market,  political investigations,  globalization,  war, crime,  the ongoing disaster in Fukushima   (and nuclear power plants around the world),   and worse, for our spiritual starvation:    historical truth,  moral truth,  religious truth.

Today in the news   (not the “mainstream news)  was an article about Google’s new AI program that roams the com boxes looking for “toxic religious beliefs”  that are then censored.     Facebook regularly removes conservative  secular and religious sites.   Another article shows that YouTube has reduced the number of conservative,  religious videos by 50% –  and more traditional beliefs being censored all the time.

Starving human face     Like sheep, we are being herded into one global viewpoint,  as we starve for Truth.   There is agony,  unrest,  uncertainty,  mortal danger,    because we can’t function without the free use of our intellect,  and we can’t freely use our intellects in a climate of Deception.

I wish for my readers an awareness of the pervasive atmosphere of Deception.  And then I wish for everyone the strength of will to search for Truth.     And I wish for the courage to choose Truth.   And I wish for the fortitude to fight for the Truth.

The method (of our spiritual starvation)  is Deception;  the mechanism is communications technology,  facilitated by not human intelligence  but Artificial Intelligence that we’ve just  recently perceived to be not so easy to control.   Deception is made easy.  

Poster AWAKE

I don’t seem to sleep much,  but when I do sleep, I sleep deeply.     Then it’s painful to wake up!     I hate waking up — until I do.

And then it’s wonderful to be alive.

 

 

WETWARE DOMINATED

Posted August 4, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Apocalypse, Christian Analysis, Modern Culture

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Hope to make this short.   The topic is too big to explain every remark.

BIG BANG

Light . . .  the origin of the physical material  world.    (Not the particle wave/photon packets that hit our retinas.  Not that kind of light —  but Light,  immense thrumming Energy.)    And then came a unique,  one-of-a-kind,  one-time-only being that was created,  made of material with the infusion of spirit  ( in  particular, Spirit).

This was an absolute insult to the Enemy of the Creator.   A being made from the physical world  plus spirit?   A DNA software-programmed everlasting creature?   Created for the purpose of showing forth the incomprehensible  magnitude of the Glory of God to a degree that was never before imagined?

That must be stopped.     Us.   We must be  stopped.   Turned from our purpose and stopped.   It is we,    also known as “wetware, ”   the physical, material stuff animated by spirit,  directed with built-in software.

The cosmic Battle is almost over.    Just the mopping up exercises.   If any of you gentlemen were ever in a military “mopping up” exercise at the end of a campaign,  you know that your  methods must be effective;  they  must be ruthlessly effective in order to control the situation.

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AI Control – Efficient and Ruthless

 

Human intelligence invents artificial intelligence and then loses control.     The Enemy of God is not omniscient, and so he must use other means to know everything and to control the human situation.

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It was the Ancients who recognized that  the gods give the toys by which man makes himself crazy – and destroys himself. 

There is not one piece of technology that has not been accompanied by tragedy and death and the facilitation of evil:     transportation;  medical technology;  machines of common convenience;  the discoveries of physics, biology, and chemistry;    and now communications.

Every worm has a hook.

Artificial Intelligence has been taught how to learn.  That’s the cutting edge of our technology.    And they have indeed learned –  and according to reports,  we don’t know what they’re learning and deciding!      Knowledge is power, we’re told.    And they seem to be acquiring knowledge  at an inhuman rate.     Power and control and world dominance is at stake.    The more you know, the more you can control.

Check out Revelation, chapters 12 and13 –  Revelation is the last book of the Bible.

Can the Enemy of God resist what we have been inspired to invent?

 

WETWARE DEFEATED (speculation?)

Posted August 2, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Remember,  we  are the so-called “Wetware,”  as opposed to the Software that is growing up all around us.

And Software doesn’t mean the little program you download into your computer or phone so that you can do things;     “Software”  encompasses the whole growing organism that is fast becoming Artificial Intelligence.

But it’s only “artificial”  from a human point of view.  I don’t believe it considers itself artificial but rather real and vital,    and for that reason,  it must be self-sustaining,  self-protecting,  and self-developing.

I know I’m going to wish I had written this differently, more coherently, and better supported my assertions,  but I wouldn’t have space here to even summarize all the articles I’ve read about AI.

We’ve got a problem:

AI Problem ours

I know it says that the AI Engineers have a problem, but they’ve been throwing Artificial Intelligence into our systems so rapidly that it’s our problem too.    We wouldn’t know how to stop the problem,   but,  it would appear,  neither do the AI Engineers and IT people know how to solve and/or stop the problem.

We’re not talking about  the friendly, helpful cyber robots who were built with the Three Prime Rules * that protect humans from robot harm  as projected by Isaac Asimov.    What we have is  an unseen web of communication from one Artificial Intelligence point to another.    AI to AI.    And we have observed their coded speech.

Now, IT people wanted them to be able to talk to each other.  They could communicate more rapidly and without “mistakes.”   Systems which depend upon AI are more efficient and allow for even more development of cyber systems that would make life easier  . . . and more efficient.   (The Internet of Everything?    Cheaper,  faster,  more abundant living)     

We want them to be more efficient.  We want them to learn how to be more efficient.  We need them to be able to talk to each other.

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An AI language set

 

Problem is,  they learned how.  They did learn how to talk to each other, and they are doing it by creating a language known only to them!     That means they are discussing cyber-routines,   concepts, and making the necessary decisions on their own.   And we can’t understand what they’re saying!

How could this be?      Well, from an older article on     recode  .  net:

“We think that if we slowly increase the complexity of their environment, and the range of actions the agents themselves are allowed to take, it’s possible they’ll create an expressive language which contains concepts beyond the basic verbs and nouns that evolved here,”       (the researchers wrote).

And corporation after corporation,  big ones and small ones,   are catching on and in realizing the danger,  they are asking the IT departments to shut down the programs that rely on Artificial Intelligence.

The Facebook corporation is just the most famous and recent to shut down their dependence upon the AI bots – while they still could.

Increasingly today, AI bots are being used to manage  consumer logistics, utilities and the flow of energy,  nuclear power plant operations and electrical grids,  our missile defense systems,  military information,  stock market algorithms,  and the management of information database systems –  our personal information.

See any danger here?

It’s not going to be a Minority Report World.

It will be a Skynet World.    (Do look that up!  . . .  The Wetware were defeated.)

 

 

 

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. *From Wikipedia:

The best known set of laws are Isaac Asimov‘s “Three Laws of Robotics“. These were introduced in his 1942 short story “Runaround“, although they were foreshadowed in a few earlier stories. The Three Laws are:

  1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
  2. A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
  3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.[1]

Near the end of his book Foundation and Earth, a zeroth law was introduced:

0. A robot may not injure humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.

 

We’re not worrying about robots today.

 

 

 

 

WETWARE DENIED (speculation)

Posted August 2, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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“Wetware.”      That’s you.  And me.

It’s a derogatory and condescending term for humans in their relationship to  computer intelligence.  Not just in science fiction,  but tech experts in real life suspect we do not have the advantage when it comes to entering the Cyber World,  not even when we are just using our computers for trivial  web surfing or Facebook.    (More about that in the next post.)

It’s  Wetware versus Software.   Well,  “Software”  versus Wetware, because for a long time – and several decades is a “long time”  for humans —  for a long time we didn’t even know there was a “versus”  going on.

We thought we were in control.  Look how much we’ve achieved!!!!    —

Here is a closeup photo of Pluto –

Pluto early mornng

That’s from our New Horizons space ship  (space probe) flying over the early morning side of Pluto.

Close-up of the topography on  Pluto:

Pluto contrast

 

Daytime on  Pluto:

Pluto by day

Pluto is so far away  that you can’t see it  from Earth.    Not even with your backyard telescope.     From Earth’s  largest telescopes it looks like a distant and tiny “ice” planet.

As the New horizons space probe began to leave,  we can see that there is ice covering a large portion of Pluto.

Pluto Polar

This was only a flyby.  We wont be seeing more new pictures anytime soon.   New Horizons is off and away to the Kuiper Belt, where there is an interesting object that the astronomers want to check out.    It will keep on going then,  and I”d be interested to  know if it could ever leave the heliosphere – there is some doubt –  but I may not be on this planet anymore by the time we find that out.

At least they’re calling Pluto a planet again.   Percival Lowell would be pleased.  (My visit to his observatory,  here.)

Apart from being a fan of Percival Lowell and happy that we’re able to see Pluto,  discovered by his observatory in Arizona,  these photos of Pluto raise  some worrisome questions.

In the 1960s the whole world watched as the Soviet Union and The United States (apparently)  developed space programs,  apparently capable of putting humans into orbit,  and eventually putting men on the moon.  Apparently.

The whole world watched and applauded and felt proud of our apparent travels into space.

The sky’s the limit?  The whole Solar System is our limit!!  Maybe other solar systems!!!

Only – it isn’t.      Suddenly everything came to a halt.   Space travel was dropped.  It’s like the American pioneers in their covered wagons  went as far as the Mississippi River once  — and then never went back again.

The “sky” was not our limit.    400 or 500 miles above earth is our limit.

It seems we can “look”  (with our space probes)  but we cannot “touch.”

And so, why?

Why were the Wetware stopped?

We thought we were in control.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

QUETZACOATL, ET AL.

Posted July 30, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Westward,  ho!!!   On the trail of Quetzacoatlus,  the winged . . .  serpenty thing.

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I know I should say that  the greatest “draw”  for me as I prepare my westward journey is my grandson, Cooper.    And my daughter.  And my son-in-law.    But . . .   I know me.

There’s another:

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It is one of the most exciting and recent fossil discoveries!!!  This fossil shows us the skin, the ridges, the scales, and the feathers of a nodosaur, a reptilian-serpenty thing..

I’ll show you the head in a minute,  but, first, a few comments — and I’m gong to be very, very sketchy and abbreviated in my words.  You’ve either speculated on this stuff, or you haven’t.

Here’s another view of the Quetzacoatlus:

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They’re winged,  they’re  feathered (more feathers than this artist gave them) , and they  perhaps fly.

The Native peoples of Mexico await the return of the Winged Serpent, whom they call Quetzacoatl.    Snouted, not beaked.  (Taxonomers seem not to care.)

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Interaction with human beings.    Forbidden interaction.

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Who is that Nachosh spoken of in the Bible;  that Shining One;  that Reptilian-Serpent Thing that interacted with the first humans in their protective Garden?

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Forbidden.     Deadly.

Quetxacoatl again –  (also known as the head of a nodosaur)  —

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What are these things and when did they live –   and what is this . . .  interaction?   It was a time not made for human beings.      But forbidden spiritual interaction is not my point today.    And there’s plenty of evidence for the physical interaction of humans and “dinosaurs”  depicted in artwork:  pictures,  objects (like ancient little toy dinosaurs),  and in weaving and sculpture.   But that’s not my point today either.

It’s this —  Fossils and Footprints!

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That’s a MAN  lying in a dinosaur FOOTPRINT!   The silhouette of the dinosaur is below the photo, and the silhouette of the man is that teeny thing under the tail!

More three-toes dinosaurs,  smaller ones:

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One time I was in Carson City NV with Cooper,  in the dinosaur display room in a children’s museum.     At two and a half years old,  I wasn’t sure if he understood why I was so excited about seeing the display of three large dinosaur footprints.    He didn’t say much,  but he walked away,  came back with three little plastic toy dinosaurs,  and he placed one toy dinosaur in each footprint.

He got it.

So, yes,  “westward”   —  into dinosaur country.   I’ve got my  route planned from museum to museum!

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Here’s a footnote to the Michael Crichton book I wrote about yesterday,  just to be honest:   The main character about whom the story is told —  didn’t exist, much to my surprise.   The   minor characters who were paleontologists did exist:  Professors Cope and Marsh —  and, of course,  Wyatt and Morgan Earp and assorted famous outlaws.

The places in the book Dragon Teeth  really exist too.  I’ve been to many of them, and reading this book was like having a movie played before my eyes.

Reading and living!

I’d like more of both,  God willing.

 

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.*   To enjoy some quite plausible speculation,  you can’t do better than the series called “West of Eden.”   (Although I suspect modern “environmentalists”  would not be on the side of the humans.”    It’s a clear clash of technologies.)

 

“LOSS OF MOMENTUM”

Posted July 29, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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“Momentum”  originates in one’s character.”    So, I suspect,  does “loss of momentum.”

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This little phrase came to the public ear again in the president’s recent speech to  the Boy Scouts.   In that speech he told a true story about the creator of Levittown  —

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Built by William Levitt and his construction company,  Levitt & Sons,  this was a series of suburban “towns” which offered working class people clean, safe, affordable, decent housing.   Most of the working class people were veterans returning home after World War II.    The concept was good . . . .

Modern “sophisticated”  academicians can point out for us the defects in Levitt’s concept,  but no one else made housing so available for young families.   Many hundreds of thousands of people were able to live in houses that they owned..

The president went on in his speech to say that several decades later he was at a party and saw a forlorn looking old man sitting by himself in a chair.  Much to his surprise,  this was William Levitt – the innovative,  energetic,  creative builder of Levittown!   When asked what happened to him,  he said simply that  he had  “lost his momentum.”

It can happen to all of us.

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I think that was the president’s point.    And it creeps up on you,  this loss of momentum.

We know all about the benefits of exercise.    We know the how and why and what to do  —  but, truth to tell,  we commonly don’t  “Just Do It.”     We don’t.     Keep a logbook of your exercise.   (It might take you a surprising long time to fill up even the smallest notebook of your activities.)

Good intentions,  but an eventual loss of momentum.

We all know that “education doesn’t stop with graduation.”     But, truth to tell,  we often just read a book instead of choose a book to study and to learn from.     Or we’d rather  watch the movie . . .

(I understand  – and observe –  that many Americans  are drugged into some kind of pharmaceutical  stupor.   As a friend recently pointed out:    “Medications don’t have side effects;  they have other effects.”    And those other, accompanying effects  lower our energy,  our stamina,  and our mental clarity.    Commonly!)

But apart from losing our momentum  from  the drugging effect of medications and bad diets,   moving forward,  getting things done,  creating,  building – all these things produce a momentum  which is satisfying and rewarding.    Productive activity often leads to  more productivity and personal development.    (Uncommonly!)

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So I can also read a good book once in a while  (without breaking my momentum!)  –  especially if it’s one about the part of our country which I’ll be driving through soon.   This book is based on a true story,  the true cutthroat competition that exists in the field of archeology.    There was once a “William  Johnson,”  of Crichton’s novel,  a  tall,  handsome, privileged youth from Yale who went out West to “dig for dinosaurs.”

What started the momentum was a wager – a “bet you can’t do it”  wager.    Pride may be a motivation for an action;   it can even begin an action and sustain a momentum for a while,  but real momentum comes from a man’s character.

And so does loss of momentum.       Loss of momentum comes from a weakness in one’s character.  I’m sure the unfolding drama in this novel  will come from weaknesses in the characters of the characters.

Here is a foundational sentence from the first page of the book:

William  Jason Tertullius Johnson, elder son of shipbuilder Silas Johnson . . .  according to his headmaster at Exeter (“high school”) was gifted, attractive, athletic and able.   But, he added,  Johnson was headstrong, indolent, and badly spoilt, with a notable indifference to any motive save his own pleasures.   Unless he finds a purpose to his life,  he risks unseemly decline into indolence and vice.”

Yikes!  A life of indolence and vice.    No matter how somewhat motivated he became from time to time to “start something.”     No matter what little momentum he could get going.

Rich parents at fault?  No.   This happens in all social and economic strata.   The simple truth is we are all responsible for our own character.

The old adage:

Sow a thought,  reap an action.

Sow an action,  reap a habit.

Sow a habit,  reap a character.

Sow a character,  reap a destiny.

 

It’s in  the choices we make.   The moral choices.  The small, insignificant moral choices we make at each moment.

Choices create momentum.    Looks like it’s our character that keeps it going.