HUNCHBACK REDUX

Posted April 27, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Anybody remember who this man was?

jimmy pic

He was a celebrity, to be sure,  but he was a kind and wise fatherly figure to me . .  .

Well,  wait a minute.

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Yesterday I wrote to you about two ugly people,  hunchbacked, blind, hobbling around, apparently useless — indeed,  rejected by society.   The story of the  first one, the hunchback who lived in Notre Dame cathedral, packs a powerful punch and it takes courage to read that book.

The second hunchback is a real person,   Margaret of Castello,   and her story will fill you with outrage and pity –  and astonishment.

The first figure displayed heroic Christian courage,  constancy,  loyalty,  love and tragic action. marg  The second figure,  Margaret,  all her life showed wondrous Christian  love and forgiveness,  wisdom,  virtue,  goodness and kindness.

I wanted to revisit their stories a little bit because I’m not sure if I told their story well enough.    The one common point that these two figures have is that their interior lives were both made good and wonderful and valuable by the power of God which they allowed to work in them — in spite of great difficulties. 

Our world is full of serious, even life-threatening problems,  and maybe in our personal lives we have serious problems.    That old saying is pertinent for our difficult world:  “Change the world?  Change yourself.”

The effect that Margaret of Castello had on her surrounding world was profound and life-changing for many, many people.

Okay,  the man in the first photo above?     Jimmy Dodd!

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Even as a child I could tell that he was a good man,  a wise man,  and that he genuinely cared that we grew up to be good and caring people.  He sang to us, as he taught us and he taught us his lesson by teaching us to sing.  Here is “Doreen”  from  the original (and very good)  Mickey Mouse Club singing his song.     It’s less than a minute:

 

 

“Beauty is as beauty does.”        To the one who follows Jesus —   who knows Him and loves Him, and so therefore follows Him,  there is a real change inside,  no matter what the outside appearances are.

It comes out like this:   (Galatians 5:22,  23 ) –  “. . .   the fruit of the Spirit is charity, joy, peace, patience, benignity, goodness, longanimity, mildness, faith, modesty, continency, chastity. “

A follower of Jesus gets some “gifts” too.  Among them are wisdom and understanding, discernment.    With these we can help solve the problems around us.

Here’s Blessed Margaret of Castello now:

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Her body is incorruptible after several centuries.  But it doesn’t matter what her body used to look like.

She’s no longer ugly,  hunchbacked, and blind.

She’s beautiful.

 

 

 

THE HUNCHBACK HAS HIS DAY

Posted April 25, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Yes.  Well.     Back to the real world.   But let’s go into the real real world, where sometimes bad things happen and bad people exist.    What then?

hunchback

Sometimes babies aren’t born perfect,  and in an imperfect (Fallen)  world,  the imperfect baby is not loved.   In fact, the birth of this hideously deformed baby boy horrified his parents.    Hunchbacked and mostly blind.

The hopeful young parents had waited so long for this baby to grow in the womb and be born — and then . . .  this –  this unspeakable thing was born!   Its presence would be a curse on the poor parents and on everyone around them.   What to do with it?

You can’t just kill it because it’s “human.”   And so, since it’s human,  just throw it on the Mercy of God –  throw it back where it came from, so to speak:

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And so on Low Sunday the ugly baby was found on the doorsteps of Notre Dame Cathedral.

We often name our Sundays after the first two or three words of that day’s Introit,  the opening prayer as the Mass begins.   Here is the Introit for Low Sunday,  the Sunday after Easter:

Quasi modo géniti infántes allelúia: rationábiles, sine dolo lac concupíscite, allelúia, allelúia, allelúia.

Or  (English):  As newborn babes, alleluia, desire the rational milk without guile, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

“Newborn babies” ?  What to call that abandoned newborn baby?   Call it by the name of the Sunday on which he appeared:  Quasimodo.

Little Quasimodo found mercy and love among the Christian hearts within Notre Dame’s walls.   He was fed and cared for and as he grew he  joyfully fulfilled the task of ringing the bells in those great towers.

Victor Hugo wrote the fictional story of Quasimodo and made it a deep study of love and hate,  of rejection, betrayal,  rescue,  hypocrisy,   innocent love and cold-hearted lust — and of the noblest act of self-sacrifice.   Even though we may know “what happens” in the story,  it’s well worth reading, especially as we grow older.

A few days ago it was Quasimodo Sunday.  We didn’t hear about The Hunchback of Notre Dame in the sermon,   but we  did learn  to become like the little children that Jesus held up before us as our models;  and we did learn to become eager for the new, nourishing milk of the whole story of the Gospel.  Every bit of it!

Yes,  we should want Him that much;   in the same way as (quasi modo) that a newborn baby wants his mother’s milk,   because it’s there that we find  mercy and peace and life that doesn’t end.

A fictional story that demonstrates the love of God?     How about a factual story of the same kind that also demonstrates the power of the love of God?

Once there was born an ugly little girl baby –  deformed,  hunch-backed,  and blind.    True story.

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Her parents were wealthy nobles and her birth would bring shame to them –  if anyone ever saw her.    The little baby was named Margaret and she was kept locked in a back room of her parents’ castle – out of sight! – with only a maidservant to care for her needs.      And because she was human and because this was a  Christian  country,   they sent a priest in to see her at times.

Like the good people in Notre Dame Cathedral,  this priest took care of her spiritual needs,  taught her the truths about God’s love and mercy –  and Margaret grew up to be kind and loving – and forgiving,   trusting in God.

margaret

Not so her parents.    When they thought she was old enough,  they took her to the nearby town  for a “shopping trip.”       And they abandoned her there.   Cold,  hungry,  weary of waiting for her parents all day,  she was taken in by various families, until months later finally she was brought to a convent –  which was a bad one!     Being blind and crippled,  she brought them no money so they soon  kicked her out,  back onto the streets.

But remember,  she had been taught right from wrong by that loving priest in her early life.  She knew how God wants us to live – with kindness and forgiveness given freely to all.     She chose the love and mercy of her Heavenly Father and never wavered.  Her life was an instruction to everyone,  to everyone who would see.    Good people loved her.

(You can read her story in the “Read the rest. . .”  part below.)

These are two examples for us who are “blind” in some areas;  who are unformed in good works and deformed in our actions;  crippled morally in some small way;  who secretly feel we could be rejected if people knew the truth about us . .  .  .

Blind and deformed and crippled.   Quasimodo knew and Margaret of Castello knew —  that it’s  for these kind of people that Jesus died  (Good Friday)  and rose again  (Easter) that they may become His followers, like dear children (quasi modo . . .)

The real world that we live in can be ugly and unfriendly and dangerous.     But the Real real world can also be a place to dwell in God’s unchanging love.

 

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DOWN FROM MY EYRIE

Posted April 24, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Holy Days, Holy Days Resurreciton, Liturgical Year

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It’s been an intense and  “difficult blessing”  lately, here in my eyrie:

Here:

Panagia_Sumela_monastery_in_province_of_Trabzon,_Turkey_

I’ve been “up there”  for a couple of weeks and I’m so reluctant to leave.

eagle nest

The eagles build their eyries high up in tall trees or on the side of a mountain so they can be still and safe and alone while they participate in the (pro)creative work of their Creator.   They are isolated and productive.

 

eagle soarer

The  eagle descends so swiftly and smoothly, down from his hidden home– but for me, these last weeks have been a slow and reluctant climb downward,  with frequent looks backwards . . . .

 

All this,  a metaphor, of course.    I had an intense and deeply personal  Holy Week and Triduum,  followed by a surprisingly glorious Easter and following days.   (It’s still the Easter season,  I suppose just for experiences like this . . .  we need a couple of weeks to take it all in.)

I tell my classes   “The better Lent that you have,  the better your Easter will be.”    Well, that backfired on me this year.    I mean,   the words just turned around and fired right back into me.  But  this is not unique to me.

We are all so much more than our everyday lives!

We are all capable of experiencing, knowing,  being so much more than we’re used to!

eagle soar

Two births:

We who are born alive can know and interact with many things,   (We can read, for instance.)     And we know that from the moment of  birth we do, in effect,  begin to die.  Might take six or seven or eight decades,  but we’re on the pathway to our deaths.

One day, an intelligent, well-educated man on the leadership council in his society learned that there is another birth – an actual, real, second  birth into full and abundant life.   His name was Nicodemus,  and being a private person and maybe a little embarrassed,  he came to Jesus one night, in the cover of darkness,  to ask some questions about this true life.

He was surprised to learn that to enter Life one must be born again and from above,  it is God’s work in a man –  and without it,  the man simply proceeds with a dead spirit on to his own death — living  his everyday life, enjoying the ups and suffering the  downs, but proceeding on to his death.  Into deep darkness.   A just and deadly separation between God and sinner.

But Jesus went  on to explain  that a man receives this new birth by the work of the Holy Spirit,  through the means of water,    hereby indicating baptism –  which soon the young Church will understand to be a  re-birth of the already naturally born person into new and actual,  abundant life –  truly and everlastingly alive.    The “dead” spirit of the person is vivified!

The person is no longer on his pathway to  death and everlasting separation from God.  A person, then, is capable of so much more — more Life! —  than before.

And it all doesn’t work unless there is  a Good Friday and a day of Resurrection.

That is why these recent holidays are called the defining event of Christianity.

 

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I needed to go up into that truth,  way up,  into a personal eyrie to experience more of that truth,  because  it’s necessary for us  humans to remove ourselves from this world and its turmoils and noise and complex confusions; to  find a  place of solitude where you can hear the voice of God.

You might not choose that  beautiful monastery in Turkey in the first photo above,  high up in the mountains,  but your imagination is capable of creating another place of quiet beauty where it’s safe for you to . . .  think . . .  to grab onto that second birth.

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Down from my eyrie,  observing, once again, things going on around me.

 

 

THE CHARM OF BOYS

Posted April 20, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(An update on Cooper)

(Boys and girls.   Nothing like having one of each to appreciate the differences!)

When Hubbie and I were expecting our very first child,  we didn’t know whether we’d have a girl or a boy.    I wanted a boy.    In my naivete I wanted a whole basketball team full of boys – and then maybe a girl later.

Well.     After knitting little blue sweaters,  I got a  girl.

Appreciated having a girl.   So when we were expecting another child,  I though how nice it would be if she had a little sister!    So I knit little pink sweaters.

And then we got a boy.

I will have to say that after each birth, my only thought was “How perfect!”

Now,  I was more used to girls because  as I was growing up,    I had become the big sister of two little girls.     I understood them,   I knew all the subtle little things to expect.

But boys!    That was a new experience!    Straightforward.  Direct.  Practical.   Honest.   Not afraid to show delight.   And their sense of humor is really funny.

So I offer you two “boy”  samples.   One is a joke.    But it’s a boys’ type joke.    Non-sentimental.   Non-fussy.    Just plain funny.   (It’s all over the Internet, associated with the name of  Corden,  that’s all the attribution I can make.)     Here it is:

A 16-year-old boy in Bosnia broke a world record this week by smashing 111 concrete blocks with his head in 34 seconds. When asked how it felt to break the world record, the boy said, “Lampshade tricycle is my favorite flavor of pizza truck.”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha . .  .  really appreciated that!

And now there’s  another little boy in my life,  Cooper,  my grandson.     Just returned from a trip to Portugal.     Here he is,  straightforward,  direct, and matter-of-factly enjoying a visit with the pilot:

Cooper Pilot

He excused himself from his airplane seat and knocked on the “pilot’s door”  and had a nice long conversation about flying airplanes.    He knows quite a bit about airplanes — he’s on his SECOND passport book right now.  The first one got all filled up with stamps.    The pilot came out after a while and gave his email address to his Cooper’s Mommy, offering to help   in any way possible should Cooper ever want to become a pilot!   He called Cooper “remarkable.”

My word exactly.

This little boy takes on  the world exactly as it comes to him,  an attitude that is frankly quite charming.

Hawaii?    Just a place to express your joy.

Cooper Dancing Ocean 300

I think he’s ready for the whole world.

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(There’s a lot of “girl”  still in me,  but  I’m learning a lot from observing the boys!)

AT LAST!

Posted April 16, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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The other Easter joy:

 

peeps one gone

 

(once a year)

ALIVE! – WHAT TO SAY

Posted April 16, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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HAPPY EASTER TO THE WORLD!!!!

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What can we say to the God of Love, Our Father,  who planned this all along so that it would be possible for us to enter into His Heaven?

It was so unexpected.  It is so above our means.

jesus risen

 

 

We say this prayer.   Repeated throughout this day.     Repeated throughout our lives.  This prayer of gratitude:

 

Adoramus Te, Christe, et benedicimus Tibi,

Quia per sanctam crucem tuam redemisti mundum.   Amen.

 

English:

We adore Thee, O Christ,  and we bless Thee,

For by Thy Holy Cross thou hast redeemed the world.   Amen.

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And to each other:

“Christ is risen.”

“He is risen indeed.”

Happy Easter!

 

 

 

 

BY MEANS OF MEN

Posted April 14, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(At the 9th hour):        “It is consummated.”           It was.

CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“By means of men and their actions,  God governs the world.”*

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.*  “What Jesus Saw From the Foot of the Cross”

by  A.G. Sertillanges

JUST . . . LOOK UP

Posted April 13, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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The “beautiful thing” of this week:

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Moon and moon-in-pond.

My camera could not capture its lovely golden color.  

3 Moon 3 with effects

 The Paschal Moon shines down through my back yard trees.

The first full moon after the first new moon of the first month of the year, Nisan.

The Paschal Moon shines down on all of us this week, because once, 2,000 years ago,  it rose over Jerusalem:

3 moon above.

And Jesus died.

 

 

 

 

TWO REALMS OF LIFE

Posted April 13, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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I wrote yesterday that some   “happy, beautiful”  things happened to me.  Well,  here is the “happy” thing and what it showed me:

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As humans,  there are two realms put before us at each present moment:      One of great beauty and life;  one of ugliness and death.   And so on Wednesday of this week and Thursday we are reminded that these two realms are set before us.

Adherence to Rituals and Rules

I came to my friend’s house  yesterday,  and this is what greeted me —

 4 table set

It was time for our somewhat regular recorder practice on Wednesday.  The “ritual” is that we  seat ourselves in front of our music stands, allow a little  light conversation while we play our first pieces, and then we get down to some serious musicianship.   Then we begin to feel that our session is over, and we proceed to tea.

Always an absolute delight at my friend’s house; beautiful, seasonal, whimsical.   A thoughtful table for tea.

4 Napkin

My friend served mille-feuilles in honor of a book we’ve both enjoyed.

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(Also known as napoleons.)   There was a Reality at work here in our friendship and in our music,  a beautiful  Reality that flows out of one realm and into the other.

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We did not mention that yesterday was Spy Wednesday  –  but it was:

4 thirty pieces

This Wednesday is called “Spy Wednesday”  because on this day the Jewish leaders met with  riff-raff.    They who were  the righteous arbiters of Ritual and the Law, had to deal with this common man, Judas Iscariot, who was willing to betray his own Friend with secret reports of His whereabouts.       With great distaste,  these religious rulers finalized their plans and sealed the deal with  the 30 pieces of silver that was foretold so many centuries ago.   But one does what one must to achieve a higher goal.

The religious rulers as well as the Romans lived in the one, material realm.

Statues,  unquestioned authority,  riches,  gold and silver, impressive robes and long fringes;  in this  material realm the use of  power of this material world could establish a kind of peace, ruling over all the rest.   This is a kingdom not founded in love and friendship, faith and true  piety,  but on Rules and Rituals to keep people in their proper places.

It is a kingdom, a realm,  that is ugly and leads to death.

So the culmination of all this spying and plotting came on a Wednesday,  but it is for Thursday to carry it out

Material Reality and Spiritual Reality

Material Reality alone fails.    There is a Spiritual Reality which gives beauty and life to our  Material Reality,  but we can’t”measure the spirit  by  material means.

 Can we measure the material worth of Friendship?   of  Honor?   of Courage?  of Love?  What is the price, in material goods,  of your love for  each of family members?     4 ruler

How many miles long is your Truth?    What color is the Respect that people have for you?   4 scales How many pounds does your Faith in God weigh?

 But these things exist.

And yet, some things can be seen and weighed and measured and physically compared. We can’t lose sight of the material world that we live in, nor of the spiritual world which give Life to it.

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Just as our tea table yesterday contained a tea pot, cups, saucers,  hot cross buns and milles-feuilles,  and you could have recorded the sound of a lovely music CD, our voices,  the telephone ringing,  chairs squeaking, footsteps . . .   you could not have measured the intangible things of the actual Spiritual Realm (mutual love, friendship, respect,  faith)  which accompanied us and penetrated all our material  “noises.”

Both existed.   The material realm and the spiritual realm met and  co-existed.

This is not “above” human beings to  understand.

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Jesus met with His friends  at His Last Supper with them,   It was a supper determined by Rituals with  prophetic meaning.   It was a time for the last bit of teaching,  last time to show the means of Loving which is self-sacrifice and servitude,  last bit of instructive and loving prayers, and one thing more:

4 l;ast supper jess

With God’s creative and sovereign will,  here was the first Transformation of the material aspects of that Supper into an eternal, spiritual union with the Creator –  present from now on,  any time,  any place that this “ritual supper” is recreated.

From the earliest beginnings of Christianity,  this Last Supper was not meant to be merely copied by our actions, nor imitated.   The Last Supper,  within these last 24 hours of Jesus’ life on Earth,  was meant to be entered into  spiritually,  really,  actually — and perpetually,  until He comes.   Matter and Spirit.

These last 24 hours are completed at Calvary.

The Last Supper which then  becomes the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.

JUST LIKE ME – BUT NO MORE

Posted April 12, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Current Events, Death, Islam

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Gloomy Cloud

Bit of a funk tonight.   It’s what I read in the news this morning.  Good things happened today;  happy things happened;   and something very beautiful (in nature)  happened —  but the funk returned.

Appropriately.

It’s Wednesday,  the day when we must keep on fighting to get over the rest of the “hump”  of this week, or of  these times.  Our hump being the alignment of advancing Islam with growing  Global Rule  . . . .

So here’s what I read this morning:

A lady,  just like me, just about my age.

She’s a tourist,  just like I am  sometimes.

She was alone, by herself,  far from home, as I am sometimes.

Stopped off to see an interesting building in a suburb,  just like I’ve done at times.    Sometimes I choose a hotel in a  nice suburb off an expressway.  A nice suburb.

The interesting building was known for its graffiti, which we now call “art work.”  So she took her camera out . . .     Just like I do sometimes.

She was busy taking pictures,  probably intent on choosing the right angle, the right composition,  the best lighting.     Just as I like to do.

And someone came up from behind her and stabbed her several times in the back and neck – he got her carotid artery.    She died – just about right away.

The attacker was a man who had recently come into that country – as a “refugee.”

She was an American in Paris,  in a nice suburb in Paris.

Could have been like any other American woman you know.   Don’t think you can tell your Mom to stay home and be safe,  not if she wants to travel.   Or your sister.  Or your daughter.

This woman was probably a nice, ordinary lady , and now she is no more.

The attacker has been arrested;  but  the story is not over:  there are millions more to take his place.

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Oh.    Would you like  a picture?   Here’s one that connects me with that American lady in Paris.   It’s a sign that is not too far from my home.

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 (misspelling in the picture not mine.)

About an hour and a half away from my home.

I’m thinking,  I don’t even have to be a tourist.

PRESENT!

Posted April 11, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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“Live deliberately, ”  I tell my classes.  “Make deliberate,  conscious choices.”    (So during this Holy Week,  I choose to direct my attention more often to the cosmic, eternal events which makes this week so full of opportunity for us.)

 “Be present.”

This week begins with the familiar story of Palm Sunday.  

 

road to jerusalem

It had been a pilgrim’s journey to Jerusalem, where observant Jews can be  present for Passover.   Jesus had been making the  journey to this Passover in Jerusalem for a few days, and He made a few stops along the way.

Did you know that once Jesus was scolded for not being “present”?

There is a city along the way to Jerusalem called Bethany.    A man named Lazarus lived there with his two sisters.    He became very sick and was dying.  The sisters sent word to Jesus to come quickly and heal him.  

(Here is an aerial view of Bethany’s location, down in the corner):

aerial view

But Jesus did not arrive quickly;   Lazarus was dead by the time He got there.

The sisters  scolded and said,    “If you had been here sooner,  you could have done something for him!”     ( If you had been  present here,  our brother would not have died.)        But Jesus had not been present when needed,  or so they thought.  We know what Jesus did for Lazarus.    The sisters are united with their brother.

marthaThen it was time to take care of their Guest, a Guest who is now present.   But Martha scurried away to get the food and drink ready.   Only her sister Mary remained  present at the side of Jesus to hear every word He had to say.

One present at His side,  one not;  and Jesus said that Mary had chosen the “better part.”   I don’t need to point out that being present for Jesus at every moment is indeed the better part.     How much you can miss when you’re scurrying about with other duties and other thoughts!!

Then,  on the first day of the week,  Jesus walked all the way into Jerusalem– and was met by many people who had anticipated that He would be present in the city!

Palm branches

Yes,  it’s ironic that the same population who was heralding Him as their  Blessed King “who comes in the name of the LORD”  is the same population that cried out that they have no king but Herod — so crucify this Man!

But for now,  on this Palm Sunday,  they rejoiced that He was present in their midst and that they  themselves were present to sing highest praises of hosannas in His presence.

And after this day of palms?    The next day He made Himself present to the people of the city He loved.         He was present and exposed to anyone who wanted to make a case against Him.

He walked around,  He talked,  He healed,   He answered questions,   He was out in the open,  totally present to anyone who wanted to find out about Him.

Again,  present, as He is for us today,  without us  having to buy a ticket to fly to Jerusalem.

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So being present is a two-way phenomenon.   Someone is present for you;  and you make yourself present to Someone.

Same way it always was.

 

RADIATION AND PERTURBATIONS – II

Posted April 9, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Here’s where “perturbations”  meet “radiation.”  

wi fi jiggly

(Editor’s note:   I sometimes use slightly  awkward word order to emphasize a point.  However,  there is a sound and rhythm to the English language and putting the word “radiation”  first in the title feels a bit smoother to the tongue,  even though I’m writing about radiation secondly.)

Nevertheless,  I am perturbed about this too.

It wasn’t our recent storm:

2nd CPM

Background radiation around here with this little device is normally 22 CPM indoors  and about 25 – 35  outdoors,  but then rain and snow often bring down more of the radiation that is in the atmosphere.    It shouldn’t be there at raincloud altitudes,  but it is.   Our last storm brought down a little of it,  maybe 2 or 2 1/2 times normal background.

It’s not long-lived,  that’s the good news.   It’s not long-lived,   that’s the bad news.   It’s bad because that means there is a constant, ongoing source of this type of radiation – and,  no, it’s not healthy for us.

But that’s not the radiation that “perturbs”  me from time to time.   As some of my friends and family know,  it’s all kinds of radiation from  cell towers,  cell phones,  fluorescent lights, computer screens, tablets, e-readers, wireless signals,  electrical fields surrounding household electrical wires and appliances,   some kind of small traffic counting device on poles,   security alarms,   overhead and underground wires, sunlight —

Anything along the electro-magnetic spectrum:

electro spec

Modern technology has massively increased our exposure to high-energy radiation.

Everybody is “sensitive”  to the radiation that comes from man-made machines, instruments, and devices,  everyone is damaged on the cellular level,  but only somewhere between 8 and 15 percent of people can actually feel this damage.  It doesn’t feel good.     And the “permanent cellular damage”  leads to deadly diseases.

Occasionally I can  “feel better”  especially if I stay away from computer keyboards for a while,  but sometimes it hurts and gets pretty frightening.  So I have to take a few days off from the computer – and from blogging, periodically.

Now – at last – you can SEE  what I  have to FEEL:   Have you seen the photographic “artwork” based upon the strength of the radiation surrounding cell phones that are turned on?      It’s an app you can buy. *

Here you are sitting in your easy chair,  using your phone:

W chair Reds hi Blue Lo

Here you are walking down a hallway:

W hall reds high blue low

Here you are polluting a stairway with your radiation:

W Stairs rds hi bl lo

I can feel those energy clouds.   They’re everywhere.      I can feel the swollen, damaged areas with in my body when I intersect with those energy clouds.   And I can feel the “mental smog” –  it’s harder to pay attention, harder to follow words, spoken or written.

It’s tiring.

It’s perturbing.

And it’s extremely ironic that one  thing that will end this is a massive burst of radiation from an   electro-magnetic pulse,  an EMP!

 

(Now I don’t get to go surfing tonight because I’ve reached the limit of my exposure . . .)

See you soon, I hope, because I want to focus on Holy Week.

 

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. *     from the Website:  ht  tp:// http://www.  electricsense.   com/8345/wifi-radiation-visible-device-emfs/                          (remove spaces first)

“Luis Hernan has produced a series of photographs that show the strength of wireless signals according to color.

“He’s also produced an app that can be downloaded to a smart phone which can act as a very basic EMF detector. The app is free.”

RADIATION AND PERTURBATIONS – I

Posted April 9, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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Sorry I couldn’t get back here right away after the storm.  I’ve been “perturbed.”

But we’re still here:

2nd Tree and moon

That tall tree that twisted and turned so menacingly in our big storm is still standing.  The sky the next day was gloriously blue.  Innocently blue:  “What?  What storm?”   The pond level remains high but the raging torrent has returned to a normally high spring-level creek no longer uprooting trees and gouging out the creek bank.

Nature is calmer,  but this week becomes one of “perturbations”  and turmoil in the spiritual world,  during which Christians try to enter into the experience of Holy Week,  Jesus’ last week of life on this earth.   Try to enter into;  try to figure it out;  spend time  uniting in the experience, the story, the details.

The time approaches.

2nd Tree and Fist

 

Next to the photo of the top of the tree is a moon becoming full.  Not just any full moon;  the Paschal Moon,  for it is always full on Passover, and therefore on the Thursday of this particular week.    I put up my fist to measure the height of the moon.   One fist = 10 degrees.  The moon was about 50 degrees high in the sky.   As Thursday evening comes, it will be about that high,   but it will be just about at its highest point later in Gethsemane,  where Jesus had his  unspeakable agony,   sorrow beyond our understanding.

“Perturbations” 

2nd Waves

So, the storm that Mother Nature gave our area is past, but the wind still blows little waves and ripples across the pond to accompany our unsettled feelings during our Holy Week meditations.

And now there is the storm our politicians are giving us in international affairs.    “Russia threatens war,”  the new headlines say.     Well,  yes.   We attacked a sovereign nation.   One which Russia was working with to defeat ISIS.   They would be “perturbed.”

And   “Perturbations in Egypt.”     Palm Sunday today, and 43 Christians were killed in their churches by Islamic bombs.    “Innocent children and women  should not be killed in that manner”   . .  .  to use the words of the American president commenting on events in Syria.    I hope he is not so perturbed that he takes advice to retaliate against Egypt.   And if not,  why not?

(Maybe an unnamed “chemical gas”  is supposed to perturb us more than a more familiar bomb-attack.)

“Perturbations” as Islam advances apace in the Western world.

This week, after a few months of listening to a lecturer from Yale present Late Ancient and Medieval history,   he suddenly began giving lectures falsifying  (and sanitizing)  the history of Islam —  I could have thrown fifty books at him that tell a very different  history,   and consistently different throughout the centuries of experience with Islam,  some of these books written long before this man was born.   I suppose he has to agree to say these things or else lose his tenure.

But, gee — if you can’t trust a history professor from Yale,  who can you trust?   (That’s a joke, my friends.)

But again, “Islam advances apace.”     Look up that word “apace.”

GOT TO HIM?

Posted April 7, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(Totally an opinion piece;  an uninformed opinion piece):

I had hoped . . .  

. . .  but,  no;  throughout March I saw President Trump  being carefully corralled and put into his proper place.   Oh,  they allowed him a few victories;  token victories.

But check out this body language:

How trump is positioned

Look how he is positioned between two men who are not what they seem.

Many of his major stated goals have been thwarted.   His ability to bring about his stated goals has been neutralized.   I even forget what defeat this photo represents.   It’s a photo op.   They are there to give him our Ruler’s congratulations and to remind him that the  “other guy”  is there to  sit in your chair if you don’t obey.

Carrot: congratulations, you capitulated;   Stick:  you are replaceable.

And now the Global Rulers may have gotten their plan to unseat yet another country’s leader back on track again, after unexpected resistance.    And that leader is President Assad in their targets.    He is the last planned bowling pin that must fall to complete that Arab Spring campaign.   And he knows it.   He knows they’re watching him.     He knows if he does anything as heinous as using chemical weapons against his own people,  that it would mean his end.   Using such weapons would be suicidal on his part.

I get that people died horribly.   “A slow and brutal death.”     (repeat ten times)

I get that little children died, along with innocent  women and men,

I get that cute little twin toddlers died in the chemical weapon attack.   We’ve all seen the pictures of their young father carrying them, crying out to the heavens above  in inconsolable grief.

I also get that the World Rulers and those they have put into positions  of leadership all around the world desperately want to destroy President Assad.

The Progressives, the Leftists,  the Republican Establishment,  all who do the bidding of the Global Rulers are working hard to start a big war over there.

What I don’t see is the actual connection between President Assad and the use of chemical weapons.     In our righteous horror do we say that a proven connection is not important?

Is our horror of that “slow and brutal death”  supposed to make us say:  Enough!    “It happened in his country,  therefore he did it”?

Well, whatever happened on  9-11-01  happened in America . . . .   The shock and horror of that seemed to be enough to make the American public stop asking questions.   It worked then.

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President Trump was against this kind of thinking.     And he was against striking out in Syria.

And now his opinion has been  turned.

Maybe President Assad is responsible for this chemical attack.  Maybe President Trump acted on information that we don’t know.

But so far  there is not even a shred of proof, other than positive assertions, repeated by many,  repeated everywhere.   Assertions.   Assertions, alone.   Assertions make proof.

The crime is horrendous.   Who is the criminal?

Doesn’t matter.   We’ll find out later.

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As much as President Trump  campaigned with the principles and goals held by people in  the majority of the states in the United States  (yes,  that’s how a president gets elected,  by the numbers of electoral votes)   as much as he seemed to be saying what so many had been waiting to hear,  I always thought “this man will soon butt heads with  the power behind the presidential office”  —  and he won’t be able to effect any major changes.

That’s a long sentence,  but it means that not even a president can work against the Power that pulls the strings in Washington.

I just finished a book by Robert Ludlum called Trevayne.      A good intelligent man,  in a position to be incorruptible, above reproach,  chosen to investigate just who or what is the power behind the U.S.  government.   So he was chosen to head an investigative subcommittee ,  chosen, as it turns out, by the very aristocratic power behind the government.

He doesn’t know that at first.   It’s a tedious book, full of long, agonizing detail,   Ludlumesque,  but the tension builds,  the reader begins to suspect,  and then both Trevayne and the reader are justified in their suspicions —  but at the very end  (spoiler alert)   Trevayne joins the very behind-the-curtain power that he was supposed to uncover.

He agrees to be their president.   He believes he can change things from within.

 

DANGER FOR ME AND THE LILACS

Posted April 6, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(Property jeopardy) —

Well, as far as yesterday’s post, “sailors take warning”  – it’s come true.   Rain, hail, snow,   and wind today;  but it’s an odd wind.   The wind is strong and jerky,  gusty,  blustery.    Trees aren’t just swaying,  they’re twisting.   I’m sitting here listening to things fall on my roof.

And trees and tree limbs crashing down . . .  and getting swept away:

I shouldn’t have a rapids in my creek!

A Rapids 400

You can walk across it in the summer and not get your ankles wet.   It gets high in the Spring,  but not this high.

The wind is blowing the trees around, and while I sat in my rocking chair this afternoon, right up next to a window, a 25-foot tree came crashing down into the creek.  Within a minute it had been washed downstream, without a trace.

I saw my lilac trees along the creek bank get washed away too –  too quick to grab my camera.

Jeopardy!

I’m losing my property fast today!    The soil between the pond and the creek is getting washed away,  but the biggest danger is  from this giant:

A Root 400

Starting from the roots which have lost much of their support from the soil around them,  on up and up and up –

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I don’t know,  maybe 150 feet?     Maybe 200 feet?

A top tree 400

Same tree, farther up.   The top part of the tree is twisting in a partial circle when the gusts come, and I get the image of the whole tree just drilling itself loose from the ground.

That tree will crash into my house if it falls!!

(I know.     A tree that tall has a gigantic unseen root structure that spreads out widely and helps to anchor the tree . . . but they do fall.)

I was outside during the snow and rain this morning to rescue some objects from the rising creek and to check to see how much “land” I had left between the creek and the pond.

A Waters Meet 380

The pond is overflowing into the creek, and where the rivulets run, the snow has melted or been carried away.

A Waters mingle 380

The water rose rapidly and began to mingle.    From the looks of it now,  several hours later,   I’ve got even  less muck to walk on between that creek and pond.

I caught a glimpse of our father Duck  in the creek,  but he zipped by too fast downstream so I couldn’t get a  picture of him.

But here’s that  “little” tree getting carried away:

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When I was out there this morning,  I was able to get a lot of  branches out of the pond.  The higher water level in the pond made it easier for the branches to float to the edge where I could  fish them out.

As I worked back there,  I heard something walking through the woods,  probably a deer.  It had to be something heavy because sometimes a very big branch would snap, like being stepped on.  I could even hear footsteps every once in a while,  then a branch or a twig would snap and then . . .  nothing.   For a while.     Then more footsteps.

Great fun when you have a good imagination!  I imagined myself being stalked.   Maybe by a rogue deer,  the dangerous kind, because a rogue has no pregnant doe or harem to protect,  but he still has the urge to stalk around and search for enemies!   (My classes, take note:   a rogue deer is like the young “unattached”  young men hired by  Jephthah and by Abimelech, unpredictable  lone wolves,  needing a leader. )

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I looked for a long time into the woods,  but could only see shadows that didn’t move.

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Nothing.   But the occasional   twigs breaking and footsteps  were still there.

That was fun;   waiting for a tree to crash into my house is not fun.    It wouldn’t be the first time.      I still remember the sound,  the feeling,  the shock of a large tree crashing into the back of our house – and that happened when professionals were taking down a tree on purpose.   (They had underestimated its height.)

I’m not sleeping on that side of the house tonight.

 

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Dear Johnny Cash,   I know what you mean:
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That’s the only thing we got left that’ll float
It’s already over all the wheat and oats,
Two feet high and risin’

How high’s the water, mama?
Three feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s three feet high and risin’

Well, the hives are gone,
I lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin’
In the willow trees
Cow’s in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin’

How high’s the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s four feet high and risin’

Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is coin’, gonna take us to the train
Looks like we’ll be blessed with a little more rain,
Four feet high and risin’

How high’s the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s five feet high and risin’

Well the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can’t come back till the water goes down,
Five feet high and risin’

SAILORS TAKE WARNING (again)

Posted April 5, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(1),    (2) ,   (3)   points.

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(1)   It happened again :

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A red sky this morning.     (Sailors take warning.)     This time the colors were even deeper and richer than before.    I ran from window to window this morning trying to get into my camera that  shade of deep reddish-salmon-orange that I was seeing in the sky.

I couldn’t.        Fifteen pictures later, I was still frustrated.

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And as the sun was rising,  I was losing the color.

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I had two choices:  either run out and grab my friend from out of his wife’s bed  because he knows a lot about photography and promised to teach me sometime;  or instantly learn how to use oil paints,  because only a pallet  of oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows could duplicate the color I was seeing.

Two choices which were no choices;    so I just  watched the Nature Show of salmon,  orange,   pink, and yellow,  then finally pale blue.   As I watched, I settled down and my mind began reprising the pathways it had taken during the night.

(“Sailors take warning . . .”)

(2)    The night before,  just before I had  called it a day, I’d been reading up  on Pope Gregory XVI,  perhaps a rather obscure pope today,  but he aroused some controversy in his day,  not too long ago,  in the 19th century, and gives us something to think about today.

greg xvi

He wrote some interesting and valuable documents, among them an encyclical putting forth in clear terms  the Church’s opposition  against slavery,  a  teaching which had long been proclaimed by the Church,   but needed reinforcement.

However,  even though he  produced some valuable and helpful documents,    he was personally and deeply suspicious of the consequences of  what we now would call the technological and industrial revolution.   He opposed the growing socialist movement which reduces people to  “economic units,”   under the management (control) of a central state government.    He saw this as the depersonalization of the individual, individuals becoming “the masses”  which the revolutionary socialist movement is  there to provide for.    (Move over,  God.)

Technology,  this pope believed,   would only hasten this development, as  families are torn  from their land ownership and  migrate into industrial cities where the artificial societies were  generally harmful to the dignity and well-being of human beings.

Curiously (to our ears)  he pointed out that . . .

DESK and gas lamp

. . .   gas lamps  (indoor artificial lighting)  would be ultimately harmful to the health of people,  interrupting their daily rhythms, allowing industrialists to extract longer hours   from the “workers.”   He also spoke out against  locomotives, for the same reason:  disruption of human society,  harmful to health;   dirty, polluting  machines  that create an artificial sense of human travel and again,  tear apart families.

 

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(3)       Next,     (Sailors take warning . . . )     I woke up to  the big radio station out of  Detroit in which  the host was discussing with guests the current threats from North Korea.     It was a good, thoughtful discussion,  but the host then said that the biggest threat from North Korea’s isn’t that   one of their nuclear bombs would  go off – boom –  in the middle of our country,  but rather that they would (or someone else would)  explode a big one in the atmosphere,  near our coastline,  causing a destructive EMP which would wipe out all our modern technology,  putting  us right back into the 19th century,  perhaps like the days of Pope Gregory XVI.

Although that sometimes seems like a quaint,  charming,  more clean and pure society before all our technology,   the hard truth is that  no one today knows how to live as they did in the 19th century.   (Our government has projected that 90% of our population would die within the first year.)

And then I opened my eyes to that  beautiful  salmon-red sky.

And so  there is a  (4).

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Our springtime Drake has put his lady-wife somewhere, haven’t seen her for a week; she’s probably in a protected nest nearby.   He likes to sail down our creek at a high rate of speed and he likes to swim across our pond, leaving a definite wake behind.

I’m sure he saw the beautiful sunrise this morning, and I’m just as sure he was oblivious to the beauty.    But though he misses out on the ability of humans to appreciate such beauty,  if – and when –  the EMP or something takes us back into a pre-industrial age,  he would miss out on the resulting chaos – and death.

Duck Wake 2

After such a horrific event,  he may feel some “disturbance,”  but he would be off, as usual,  to visit the nest or find some food or check for any enemies or take a drink of water . . .  In other words,  life for him would go on as normal,   just as it did for human societies after  the Carrington Event.

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1859,  right?    Just after Pope Gregory XVI.    A few technological difficulties,  but life went on and few knew what the sun had just done to us.

Today?   We are,  unlike my springtime Drake,  we are “sitting ducks.”   Dependent upon ever newer and more fragile technology that is dangled before us like a snake charmer using his wiles.

(You do know what the “Watchers”  brought down to humanity according to the Book of Enoch?)

   —  Of course I’m a Luddite (at heart) !

 

 

 

 

 

“BLESSINGS” OF ANOTHER KIND

Posted April 3, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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I don’t often comment on current events.   They often turn out not to be what they seem to be, and only some weeks afterwards does the truth start leaking out, and by then,  the original “story”  is hard to dislodge.

But this one today seems fairly straightforward:

train

An explosion  on a commuter train in St. Petersburg, Russia.   Very sad day.   Many injured,  ten dead (so far).      The newspapers have a photo of the man who carried the shrapnel-filled   (IEDs)  into the train.

Someone wrote:     “A terrorist attack is an attack on all humanity.”       (Well, so is senseless violence of all kinds,  but the point is taken.)

While some grieve,  the  desert warrior crescent moon god gives his blessings, according to others, such as ISIS,  who publicly  rejoice and praise the act, according to recorded statements..

While some in the post-Western Liberal culture will continue to find a moral equivalency between one religion and another,  one culture and another,  the truth is far different:

MY Book YOUR Book

Now,  neither statement that the blonde is saying is quite completely true,  and a statements that leave out so much can be easily used to distort the truth and advance a false narrative,  but there are two completely different starting points here,  two different a prioris,  and two different deities.

Two different “blessings.”

TELLING IT LIKE IT IS

Posted April 2, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(Jesus,  confrontational and blunt,  bearer of bad news. )

“Red sky in morning,  sailors take warning”  —

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There aren’t too many sunrises in my “circadian rhythm” –   but I caught one recently!    And sure enough, we had about three days of rain following this beautiful sky.

It was Passion Sunday today,  a name for this particular Sunday that’s been recognized for centuries as the one in which we begin the steep,  inevitable slide downward into the days of the Crucifixion.      We carefully reread and then meditate on the events in those last couple of weeks before the death of Christ.   There’s lots there for our minds to confront.

None of His friends knew that some very bad times were coming, though.    In fact,  Jesus thought it weird that mankind can read the signs in the sky,  like red skies in mornings,  but we can’t read the Signs of the Times.  So  His last conversations were particularly blunt and to-the-point.

No time left for a kinder, gentler religion of luv and mercy for everyone, everywhere,  no matter what they’re doing and no matter what they believe in.

The Reading Appointed for Passion  Sunday:

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Speaking to the local rulers and religious leaders of His day,  Jesus told them right out that if they were of God –  if, as they thought they were —  then they would understand His words and believe Him,  but since they reject Him,  they are not of God but of God’s enemy,  the Devil.

You’re, a liar,  they said.      No, you are the liars,  He said.

No backing down from the truth.

We’re sons of Abraham, they said.

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But,  He said,   Abraham  saw My day,  he saw Me come to earth, and he rejoiced to see Me. 

You can’t claim   that Abraham ever saw You!    You’re just nothing but a young, inexperienced nobody.

But —  before Abraham ever was  —     I AM. 

That was the statement that did it.    Jesus is right-out, plainly, clearly, bluntly stating that  He and God,  (who had revealed Himself with the name I AM)   are one and the same.

Take it or leave it.

Believe it or don’t. 

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They didn’t believe it –  and they didn’t get Him that time.   Yet.   (“They took up stones, therefore, to cast at Him;  but Jesus hid himself and went out of the temple.”)

But some of them  and their children lived to see the destruction of that beautiful, sturdy temple they were in.   It took them unawares.

The Signs of the Times:  Judgment comes  upon all unbelievers.

Pretty blunt.

TIPPING POINTS TO DANGER

Posted April 1, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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I think this relates to “Saturday,”   as I said last week,  the day when Christendom remembers that absolutely  desolate feeling of being without the Christ who was just crucified and placed in His tomb.

It relates because just as the first  Christians were without Christ on that day,  so are today’s cultures largely without Christ.   When a culture takes a giant step away from reason and truth,  it gets  desolation and  confusion,    barbaric violence and anarchy.

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Before Western Civilization  (that is, Christendom)   there were centuries of barbarism.  And now,  post-Christendom,   our Western Civilization was strong enough to imitate the values of Christendom  without Christ for a while,  but it’s reaching a Tipping Point now.

tiping earth

How?  In what manner?  How soon?    I’ve looked at the idea of Tipping Points,  read about them, observed them.    It’s a complex arrangement of elements that waits for just the right circumstance – and when that last component comes into being –  boom!

What was before is now gone.

The culture has tipped irrevocably into another existence altogether.

Not all changes are Tipping Points, of course, and not all Tipping Points are called by that name.

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Sometimes we call them “bubbles, ”  as though using a name for such a delicate ephemeral thing means it can’t hurt us.   (Student loan bubble,  currency bubble,  debt bubble,  derivatives bubbles,  housing bubble . . .)

Statistics,  statistics,  statistics –

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Statistics can show us some things,  but it can’t tell us where on the graph we are – just that we’re getting close.     BEFORE  a Tipping Point s reached, it’s theoretically possible to pull  back from the brink,.  but I worry that it’s not likely.

Well, you get the idea;  let me just give one example of a Tipping Point that is forming,  but I don’t know what’s coming next.    What’s forming, from historical human experience,  are all the elements that will tip us over into  a deadly,  unfortunate,  all-encompassing violent Revolution.    All it will take is one surprising, unthinkable act of violence against,  say,  our president.

Celebrities, comedians,  and the actors and actresses who read news scripts and give us their opinions in front of  a camera have commonly and frequently called for the as^ sas sin nation  of the president.    It’s actually NOT funny and it’s not really “forgivable.”

How much of this can our society take?

The president has been in the crosshairs of the extreme left   (the progressives,  the radical democrats the socialists)   for quite some time now.

Even before the inauguration,  the leftists speculated and fantasized about his death.  Even  television  “news”  cable channels were  having irresponsible  discussions about “what would happen if (the president was dead and who woudl take over the government?”      And to justify making such a suggestion, the leftists are  speaking of “Trump Carnage”   and predicting that Trump will cause the “extinction of mankind.”       This is silly –  but it has also successfully placed this vocabulary into the minds of rootless,  unstable people.

Here are some of these unstable people acting out what they are hearing is now  “possible,”  acceptable behavior:

In recent  news,  shots were fired on Capitol Hill.
A day or two ago, a woman jumped over the fence around the White House.
 Two secret service people took pictures of the president’s young son – while he was sleeping.    (?)
A secret service  person parked her car in a Brooklyn neighborhood,  did not lock her door,  and left her laptop inside as she walked away, so that it could be stolen.      (?)
Another  man jumped over the fence and was on the front porch of the White House for 16 minutes before anyone did anything.  (? )   According to reports he lingered around , looked into windows, stopped to tie his shoes . . . .
How many fence jumpers have there been?    Again,  recent  news –  the alarm on the fence surrounding the White House had its sensors removed — by the secret service.    (?)  The alarm sensors had been removed!
An intruder was found inside Pres.  Trump’s  Florida home (at Mara-Lago.   (?)             There are numerous reports of air space violation over his home,  planes and drones . . . .
There was a female secret service person who publicly stated that she would not defend the president, as is her first duty.
The secret service is not using its dogs anymore to help them secure the White House grounds.

What’s happening?     How many “intruders”  have tried to get into Trump Towers?  how about the one who was found with a pistol inside there?   

The narrative against the president is becoming increasingly outrageous.   The Bill Maher popular celebrity:    “It Looks Like Russia ‘Installed’ ‘Trump and His Crime Family’ ‘To Loot and Destroy America.”

That’s not funny, Mr. Comedian.     That’s incendiary.       That’s marginalizing and demonizing a man –  justifying an  extreme response in the minds of some,  and it’s putting the president of the United States in jeopardy.

Given the daily all-pervasive violence Americans generally experience in their favorite television programs,  local news programming,   and careless office gossip,  violence-as-a-solution is becoming less and less surprising,  more and more commonplace.

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It’s almost inevitable that we will reach some kind of  Tipping Point.

And we can   “cry over spilt milk”  but we can’t put it back in the glass.

As a teacher with “experience,”  as a mother with “experience,”   as a historian with a lot of study under my belt,   it seems to me that we might not be able to stop what we’ve started.   Not enough of our society will return to the values that built UP civilization in order to prevent the complete pulling DOWN of this civilization.

Pessimistic?   Yeah,  well,  there’s always hope.   Right?   No.   Not on our own.

A Saturday without Christ;  a Saturday with Jesus “dead and gone” into his Tomb:    It could have turned out badly for the first Christians.

Not on our own can we save this culture.

INFORMATION, PLEASE

Posted March 31, 2017 by thesprucetunnel
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(Whew!  This has been quite a week here in the Spruce Tunnel with deep,  dark,  dire postings – and maybe  more to come.   But time out now for a little humor  . . .)

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So I thought I would offer this official government memo to help those who are still looking for any “reports”  of Russian influence on the outcome of  American elections.

“An agency subject to the provisions of the Federal Reports Act may enter into an arrangement with an organization not subject to the Act whereby the organization not subject to the Act collects information on behalf of the agency subject to the Act.    The reverse is also true.”   *

Or these people could just stop their  fruitless quest  and accept the numerous and consistent denials from government agencies that there is no evidence of Russian influence.

Or, did Russia successfully deliver votes on behalf of one candidate or the other?    Well, on the liberal West Coast and on the liberal East Coast,   Mrs.  Clinton seems to have received  millions  more votes.     Certain people could turn their questing to  that issue.

Maybe that government memo can be of help!

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.*     A memo from the Office of Management and Budget,  ca 1993,  quoted in the little book called:   “The 776 Stupidest Things Ever Said.

(You may be hearing from that book again, from time to time.