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AUTOPAY WARNING

July 27, 2016

A little “public service”  announcement here:

autopay

 

My household has been set up with AutoPay for utility bills for many,many years.   We check the statements once in a while,  but occasionally, when I’m on vacation, for instance,  I may be a week or so late in doing the  “checking.”

Do you check that your Auto-Paid bills have been paid?

autopay logo

I don’t care how cute they make the logo.   I found out today that you are dealing with a Robot.

(“Within ten years robots will outnumber humans in the workplace.”)

The robot-software deals with the interface between the bill-paying software and the human.

Yesterday I got a big shock to discover that somehow my Auto-Pay feature had been shut off, without my knowledge, without my permission,  and with no notification and no provision for how to pay the utility bill in some other way.

Robots don’t deal with customer complaints, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to a human being.     She confirmed:  Your AutoPay has been removed from your account.  I’m pretty sure I gave her nice answers and questions . .  .  but I was a little breathless and stressed out while I tried to communicate.

She admitted that the utility company*   had a “glitch”**    last month in the AutoPay section.   No explanation why we weren’t notified until overdue bills were sent out.

THAT’S  your notification?   “Your bill is past due” ???

So that’s my warning.   AutoPay robot servicers are not reliable.    There will be no warning if this happens again.

I had to hang up, call back again,   to get another robot in order to pay my bill, which I did by feeding him numbers.  Numbers, after numbers, after numbers.  I guess that’s how robots talk.     And robots don’t say they’re sorry.

I have to call back again to re-set up AutoPay with another robot.     It will take about two months for the robot to get it going.

Meanwhile – do I guess how much to pay next month?  Do I guess when the due date is?

No,  I plan to bug those telephone robots every two weeks, until I regain my confidence.

Did you catch that earlier?   —

(“Within ten years robots will outnumber humans in the workplace.”)

And we don’t have a choice.

And this is not in the Humor category.

 

Bar wavy

.*   Utility company =  Detroit Edison, otherwise known as DTE.

 

.**  I suspected and still fear that this “glitch”  might have something to do with my refusing a Smart Meter on my house last month.    They are a fire hazard;  they are not UL (Underwriters Lab)  tested for safety;    and they are a health hazard to everyone, but especially uncomfortable to the electrically sensitive.    They are NOT mandated by any state or federal law.  They are part of the global system of “human management” for a “sustainable”  planet – not a good thing!

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I will be paying punitive fees each month to receive a digital, non-emitting Meter,  which, while it doesn’t emit harmful RF and EMFs,   is still a fire hazard.  You can Google “smart meter house fires.”    Maybe that’s something else you should keep checking.

Keep a fire extinguisher on hand!

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RED-GREEN for Father Hamel

July 26, 2016

Here is Father Jacques Hamel,  (martyr)   Rouen, Normandy,  France:

Father Hamel

Well, he doesn’t look like that any longer.   R.I.P.

(Nous sommes France!)

Bar wavy

Today is a day for anger.   For me.    Good causes for ranting.   Days like today I want to be a Man and put on my Viking armor, pick up my Battle Axe, and DEFEND my family, my clan, my tribe – because no one else seems to be doing so.

The Swedish blood in my veins boils.  Not just because the “Chicago”  of Europe is  now Malmö, Sweden!    Rape and murder capital of Europe.      Not just because Swedish girls are told to protect themselves by wearing bracelets that tell their attackers-from-foreign-lands to   “Be Nice.”

And not just because Swedish girls are now being told maybe they should wear a burka, when going out.  Wear a head scarf if you don’t want to be attacked.   In your own land!    Right in front of the noses of the men and leaders whom their Viking forefathers would be ashamed of.

Pahhhh!      These Swedish men would be afraid of their own Battle-Axe!   And that goes for all the liberal Swedish females who are trying to be  men-leaders.

Bar wavy

A whole violent political movement has declared war on the Western World,  Europe and North America, specifically.     They have declared it many, many years ago.    And since there has been NO response from the Western World,   they have had to repeat their declarations of war many times – and they have had to demonstrate their declaration of war, over and over again.

No, they don’t think we’re deaf.     They think  we’re are weak and effeminate.   We cannot pick up the challenge.      We are theirs for the taking.    And nearly every day we hear of their “Taking”  — with knives, machetes,  bombs,   and guns of all kinds.

Not clean kills either.    I’ve told you before it’s very “messy”  to slice through a  throat and cut someone’s neck off.    It takes practice and lots of strength.   That’s why I showed you photos of the little toddlers being trained to take off the heads of their teddy-bears *. . . .

But I don’t need to show you photos of the aftermath of brutal rapes and beheadings and disembowelments and burnings and drownings and crucifixions.   They’re all over the Internet.

Because they want us to know.

Because they’ve  declared WAR against us.    It’s in their book. 

So from now on when I write about these Warriors of the Crescent Moon god,   I will write about them in Green.    Their chosen color.

And when I write about the Deaf People in the Western World who ask us to be kind and forgiving to these Warriors,  I shall write in Red.    I will indicate dhimm-witted people by Red.    (Dhimmi-witted, that is,  because that’s what we subjugated people are:  Dhimmis.)

These Crescent-Moon Warrior Extremists killed Father Hamel today;  terrorizing him and the people in the church,  just as their ancient leader said to do.  He wrote in their book to use Terror in order to conquer **,    and he left them his explicit examples.     These Warriors humiliated the good priest and the people inside,  during the solemn ceremony of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass,    then jumped up on the altar,  then yelled things in their language,  then sliced through Father Hamel’s throat.

And then they published threats of further similar deeds to churches in the UK and in the US.

father burning statue

SOON!   It says.   And that’s our Statue of Liberty on fire.      Because the whole world should be a caliphate of the Desert-Warrior Crescent Moon god.     Submit!!   Or die.   Do you NEED a citation for their authority?      Koran (Surah) 33:36:    “It is not for a believer, man or woman, when Allah and His Messenger have decreed a matter that they should have any option in their decision.”      You don’t HAVE an option.   The Crescent Moon god has decided for you!

And what is the brave response to this threat?

Some political leaders in Europe are asking us not to “make this a religious war.”    “Not to make this a war between religions.”      It’s not.   It’s a war of political and territorial conquest.    And we are being conquered in the current phase of this centuries-old war.

The archbishop of this area in France,  the one who is in authority over Father Hamel and is supposed to be his “shepherd”?

He speaks about his “sadness” at learning of the killing.  And then:  “The Catholic Church cannot take weapons other than those of prayer and brotherhood among men. I leave here hundreds of young people who are the future of humanity, the true ones. I ask them not to give in to the violence and become apostles of the civilization of love.”

Fight back, you young men and women,  with “prayer and brotherhood”?      You want prayer?   There is a young nun fighting for her life today –  also knifed in that church today.  Pray for her!

A Cardinal-Archbishop (of Manila,  Tagle)  expresses his grief,  prays for France,  and then says:      This “unhappy incident will help us understand in what way we can carry out the Social Doctrine of the Church,” he added.

Social Doctrine is needed?

The pope “asks the Lord to inspire in all thoughts of reconciliation and fraternity in this new trial, and to extend to everyone the abundance of His blessings”.

Reconciliation to . . . ?

The man that was put into the office of our presidency  (the US)  and who was raised as a Sunni Muslim in Malaysia said recently:   ““For Muslims across the United States and around the world, this is a time of spiritual renewal . .  .”   as he celebrates a major Muslim holiday.

Oh, speaking of “recently” –

Timeline

Lots of deaths missing from this timeline,  but they were making  a limited point.

“Points”  have to be made about this war that has been declared against us.    We all have to think clearly about this. ***   “Points” are being used to attack us.   Maybe “points” have to be used in response.

My Grandpa fought in World War I.  My Dad fought in World War II.   My cousin fought in the Viet Nam War.      I always wondered when the next “hot war”  would come,  when we were being attacked and killed.

 

Bar wavy

 

.*  teddy bears  School.

 

. **     One place, for instance:     Qur’an 8:60 states: And prepare against them whatever you are able of power and of steeds of war by which you may terrify the enemy of Allah and your enemy and others besides them whom you do not know but whom Allah knows. . .

.***    Maybe it’s time I rearrange and add to my side links . . .     link to a few sites that keep us informed . . .  .

 

DNC – DEAR MRS. C

July 26, 2016

Dear Mrs. Clinton . . . .

Well, never mind.  Don’t worry about a thing.   Your friends in the entertainment-news media won’t tell us anything.

You’re safe.

Bar wavy

 

Sorry.    This posting has been canceled.   I wrote about many of the things that your friends in the entertainment-news media won’t tell us . . .  and then I got sick to my stomach.

Bar wavy

 

Sick, thinking about all the dirty deceptions going on.   Oh, no —  I know this happens in politics with some (some, not all) politicians.     But I’ve never seen this level of unchallenged hypocrisy and lying.      Facts are facts, and saying they’re not doesn’t make them not true.    Facts remain.    (Or are we being played for idiots?)

But what makes it worse is that the DNC and the media are working together to elect this one into office.

It’s Collusion.

And we, the public,  are the victims of collusion.   The media and the DNC work together to trick and deceive the American people  when our dearest and most important exercise of political freedom is at stake.

From the leaked emails this week:  (the ones leaked so far)
This week, Wikileaks revealed DNC emails discussing their cozy relationships with reporters from NBC, MSNBC, and CNN, and how to get better media treatment for Hillary Clinton.

Exposed also was the Politico writer sending his stories to the DNC before he sent them to his editor.

The DNC was feeding CNN the questions they want to be asked in interviews.

The DNC Communications Director sent emails to media about Bernie Sanders’ religion to scare the southern (mostly Baptist) voters.

There were emails showing the DNC was upset that their “allies” didn’t send in enough protestors at events, so they sent out interns to to organize fake “protests” at Trump events.

And the leaked emails show DNC officials even planned anti-Trump protests.

Planned a fake ad for employees for Trump,  asking for obviously racist, anti-woman, etc. type of people.

 

(A partial list repeated in several places . . . )

I see blatant lies being told on the entertainment-news television media this week, and the lies are unchallenged,  unquestioned,  and celebrated , as though they were true and wonderful.   These people know the Real Hillary Clinton –  and they don’t care!

She has broken so many federal laws . . .   and it’s  . . .   it doesn’t matter.

Good grief!!!!     Is this Venezuela?    Are we bring promised an economic and social Utopia by a “saintly”   Presidente?   Imperial Rule and the Ruler is above the Law?

I understand why so many Republicans and Democrats are chanting    “Lock her up!”

Lock her up!

The alternative is to reward her . . .

 

Bar wavy

 

Please, can’t the Democrats come up with an honorable candidate?

(DNC) – “DEAR MRS BROWN”

July 25, 2016

mom african

 

Dear Mrs.  Brown,

First,  I am going to assume you and your son Michael have the same last name.    And “Mrs.”  is one of the highest titles a woman can receive (and earn); so I am going to use that honorable title for you.

mom and ch   In addition,   I share with you the awesome position of motherhood with all its beauty and wonderment, and awesome responsibilities.

I am wondering about some things.   I am a mother too,  and I know some things that the children we raise must be taught.

I also have a son that grew to be quite large,  larger than most of the people around him, larger than  most of his friends.   Mrs. Brown, did you teach your son that his size might intimidate others, and that he could easily become a self-entitled bully, just by the way smaller people react to his size?

Did you (and his father)  teach him and teach him by example  to be gentle with other people, respectful?

Dd you teach him that you don’t “throw your weight around” – not by shouting and intimidating words, nor literally, physically -although he easily could?

mom bl and son    Did you teach him the Ten Commandments (which elevate all cultures) such as Thou Shalt Not Steal?

Did you teach him that shoplifting, even a small item,  is stealing?

Did you teach him that when the store owner catches him,  not to become intimidating and  not to push the store manager down into a display,  even though your son, Michael,  does have the physical strength to do that?

Dear Mrs. Brown,    does he know that he can be a bully people and ignore   laws which ordinary  people have to live by —  but he mustn’t?

Did you teach him that one doesn’t walk down the middle of the street?

That it’s dangerous for him to do so?

That it’s against the law for pedestrians?

That it’s disruptive to traffic and rude to drivers?

That when a policeman tells him to “get off the road,”  he should do that?

Mrs. Brown,  does he know that when you break a law, like stealing from a store,  that your description will become known to the local police?

Mrs. Brown,  does he know that policemen have a DUTY to stop you if you look like the lawbreaker  and ask you questions about where you’d just been?

Policemen have duties to do, in order to protect you and me, and to enforce public safety laws?

Mrs. Brown,  did you teach your son, Michael,  to show respect to a police officer who is talking to you?

And to stop walking so he can talk to you?

And not to shout back?

And not charge his police car?

And not to reach into the car and try to take his gun?

Did you teach him that there would be eye witnesses and videos and forensic evidence of his actions inside the police car?

Did you teach him that those actions against a police officer could result in his death?

Mrs. Brown,  did you speak up when people began lying about what happened, in order to arouse the anger a few people of his own race?

Mrs. Brown, did you speak out to the public and teach them  that this whole movement, based upon something that didn’t happen with your son  should come to a stop because it is based upon an erroneous premise and it promotes contempt,  hatred, and violence against police officers –  whom we all need to keep the police and public safety for us?

Did you speak out to the crowds to tell them to have respect for your son by telling the truth?

The truth about how your son grew up?

The truth about what your son did on the day of his death?

The truth about what happens when anyone doesn’t obey the law?

The truth that there consequences for living according to your own impulses, without self restraint, without reference to a Higher Power?

Dear Mrs. Brown,  I hope you are not riding high on the phenomenon called celebrity.  It’s a heady experience,  but it does no honor to your son, and his death would remain meaningless.

And the falsehood that grows and grows and arouses anger in more people will result in the death of many policemen,  (and not the “bad” policemen who are then prosecuted, but policemen in general,  the good ones.)

And law and order will break down.

And it will be even more difficult, if not impossible,  for a peaceful society to produce safety and prosperity for more and more people.

The political process:

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I hope all these people know,  that you can’t break laws just because of who you are.

BEING A BEIGNET

July 23, 2016

I’ll try not to be too philosophical here.   The food deserves to speak for itself.

B Beignet plate

THAT is a beignet.    Delicious, one of a kind taste.    A French deep fried pastry with an interesting, though quite mild, flavor.   I had never had one until I followed Hiawatha to his home country this past week.

There in the Far Far North was a genuine Cajun restaurant,  with a chef actually from New Orleans!       Unfortunately – and unfortunately for the beignet – his restaurant,  The Lagniappe,  didn’t open until 11:00 a.m.  on the day I was supposed to leave.  I hung around and delayed my journey home until I could get an order of beignets and of jambalaya to take home with me.

The beignets didn’t quite make it.  Oh, the one I had as I started off was wonderful!   Warm,  light,  fluffy,  airy,  and oh, so tasty!     But then I had to drive some more.   Hours later,  the first bite into the second beignet was cool and chewy,  not quite . . .   good.

Home again,  I had an idea:

B Beignets 2

Now it was warm again,  that unique flavor came through, but it just wasn’t the same.  The texture had been lost.     (Which is not to say I couldn’t overlook that!)

How perfect is the beignet at its right time and place:   immediate, in its “present moment,”  and close to its origins,  I’d say about ten feet away from the chef’s  deep fryer.

Its delicate existence has a perfect place and a perfect timing;  like the snowflake in winter that landed on your jacket and you run in the house to show your Mom – and it lasts about 7 seconds;    like the beignet,  about 7 minutes;  like a man,  whose common given lifespan is 70 years.

But I said I wouldn’t get philosophical . . . .

 

B jambalaya

The jambalaya was heartier.    I make good jamabalya so I wanted to taste the recipe of a master(new Orleans)  chef.    That’s his.    At home,  I took it off my red plate and doctored it up a bit.    I like more cooked tomato, more celery and green pepper.    And I added the rich flavor of filet gumbo!

I took what someone made –  and I made it better,  tailor-made to suit my tastes.      You take what is handed to you,  not passively,  not as a victim,   and you add some creativity and individuality.

But I said I wouldn’t get philosophical . . . .

 

B gitche gumme fish

I visited the Land of Gitche Gumme.    Gitche Manito had given the People an abundance of food:   animals big and small,   plants that grew easily in the forest soil;  and fish.

I took some home with me, prepared the way Hiawatha would have known:

B Fish

One is a Menominee;  the other is a Whitefish.    Smoked.    Deep rich flavor.    They will feed me through many meals.    (Maybe too many;  they didn’t have smaller pieces!)

Eating from right out of the earth and the waters.

Right away in the early chapters of Genesis,  mankind was given for food the fruit of all the trees of the earth and of the herbs of the field.     Later in chapter 9 of Genesis,  flesh was added,  meat and fish:   Gen 9:3 – And every thing that moveth and liveth shall be meat for you: even as the green herbs have I delivered them all to you:

Fruit, vegetables, herbs, meat, and fish.   Of course, we have to work to produce, catch, and prepare our food;  and the further away from nature that we get,  the more labor is put into the food.  But the more we labor and tinker with the food,  the less like natural food  it is.

Being a beignet,  then,  is tricky.     Labor-intensive;  short-lived.    Appealing not to our (natural) health but to our sensations only.

But then I said I wouldn’t get philosophical.

bar simple green dividerA beignet lover in New Orleans:

Cooper and Kathy

The French missionaries came to Hiawatha’s people from Canada.   The French Canadian people were forced out of their homes by the English Protestants and fled to New  Orleans.  The French cuisine there gave birth to Cajun and Creole food.    Now,  Cajun and Creole food has returned to the Far Far North.

I wonder if Cooper can take that all in!

Fun facts.     Not a  philosophical lesson.

Just eat!

 

 

HIAWATHA’S PEOPLE – TWO TRUE THINGS

July 21, 2016

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow explains that “Hiawatha”  is a composite man,  made of true descriptions of the Native American Indians.   That is a useful thing to do in the world of literature because more truths can be told than if the author had focused on just one man.

And so I have two true things to tell you about all of Hiawatha’s people spread throughout North America.

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TRUE THINGS # 1

I know dozens of people who have some Indian heritage in their background, but I know four people who are full-blooded Chippewa and Ojibway.   Their people lived in or near Gitche Gumme – the yellow and the beige areas.

All  four are hard-working professional women;  three, perhaps all four,  are university graduates, one of them from Harvard;  all came from large families;   all are Catholic with traditional values;  and all have told me stories of their fathers and grandfathers telling them to NEVER take money from the government;  never take special privileges from the government;  never be treated as though you need extra help just because you are Native American.

They’ve worked hard;  achieved a lot;  and are glad to be American citizens.  They are descendants of the noble Hiawatha.

TRUE THINGS # 2

I will let Hiawatha tell you how these people came to be living good lives.

“Canoe with wings” —

CANOE with wings

Well, in the 1600’s, 1700’s, and 1800’s the Native American Indians didn’t put sails on their canoes.    They never thought about doing it.

But sit around a campfire and listen to a strange tale told by the traveler Iagoo:

From his wanderings far to eastward,
From the regions of the morning,
From the shining land of Wabun,
Homeward now returned Iagoo.
The great traveler, the great boaster,
Full of new and strange adventures,
Marvels many, and many wonders.

And the people of the village
Listened to him as he told them
Of his marvelous adventures. . .
He had seen, he said, a water
Bigger than the Big-Sea-Water,
Broader than the Gitche Gumee,
Bitter so that none could drink it.

The great salt-water oceans?     (Gitche Gumme is, of course,  fresh water.)

At each other looked the warriors,
Looked the women at each other,
Smiled and said,  “It cannot be so!
Kaw!”  they said,  “It cannot be so!”

O’er it, said Iagoo, o’er this water
Came a great canoe with pinions
A canoe with wings came flying,
Bigger than a grove of pine trees!

pine trees

Pine trees like masts of great ships.

There were strange-looking people  on board these great ships with wings.  The world was changing for Hiawatha’s people in North America;  as the world perhaps is changing for us.

In it, said he, came a people
In the great canoe with pinions
Came, he said,  a hundred warriors
Painted white were all their faces
And with hair their chins were covered!!

Warriors who “painted” their faces white and grew hair on their chins?!

But imagine, around this campfire,  as the people are laughing with amusement,  Hiawatha stands up and speaks now.

True is all Iagoo tells us;
I have seen it in a Vision.
Seen the great canoe with pinions,
Seen the people with white faces. . .
People of this wooden vessel
From the regions of the morning.

Gitche Manito, the Mighty,
The Great Spirit, the Creator,
Sends them hither on His errand,
Sends them to us with His message.
Wheresoe’er they tread,  beneath them
Springs a flower unknown among us,
Springs the White-Man’s Foot in blossom.

Let us welcome, then, the strangers,
Hail them as our friends and brothers;
And the heart’s right hand of friendship
Give them when they come to see us.

Gitche Manito, the Mighty,
Said this to me in my Vision.

Later,  it all came true:

Caoe with bl robe

Through the shining mist of morning,
O’er the water floating, flying,
Came a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;

And within it came a people
From the distant land of Wabun,
From the farthest realms of morning
Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,
He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-Face,
With his guides and his companions.

Hiawatha was there to welcome them.

Then the noble Hiawatha
With his  hands aloft extended
Held aloft in sign of welcome
Waited, full of exultation,
Till the birch canoe with paddles
Grated on the shining pebbles
Stranded on the sandy margin,
Till the Black Robe chief, the Pale-Face,
With the Cross upon his bosom,
Landed on the sandy margin.

canoe people hearing

Then the joyous Hiawatha
Cried aloud and spake in this wise:
“Beautiful is the sun, O Strangers,
When you come so far to see us!
All our town in peace awaits you,
All our doors stand open for you.
You shall enter all our wigwams.
For the heart’s right-hand we give you.

And the Black-Robe chief made answer,
Stammered in his speech a little,
Speaking words yet unfamiliar:
“Peace be with you, Hiawatha,
Peace to you and to your people,
Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon,
Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary.”

You know the Gospel story,  you can learn it, just as the Black-Robe told it to the people:

Then the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,
Told his message to the people,
Told the purpose of his mission,
Told them of the Virgin Mary,
And her Blessed Son, the Savior . . .

This is the second true thing.   The “Black-Robes”  brought the knowledge of Christ to North America,   men, these black-Robes, whom they had seen in visions,  and who were promised to come to them to tell them more of the Great Spirit.

If you saw the movie The Revenant,  you will see evidences of these Black-Robes;  Father De Smet, for instance, who lived among the plains Indians.   You will see evidence of Catholic teaching in the lovely young wife, whose spirit instructed the man after he was left for dead,  and who led him away from the vengeance he so longed for.  You would see in that movie some ruins of the many chapels that Father De Smet had built.

Before a different kind of missionary came . . .

And Sitting Bull wore a crucifix only as a trinket, from a faded memory of Christianity.

Sitting Bull

Hiawatha saw this sad development too, in a Vision.

 

 

 

 

DESTINATION – WHERE HIAWATHA LIVES

July 21, 2016

The Spruce Tunnel has reported many times that our Land,  this USA, is so empty.  One can drive for hours without seeing anyone, and many times during this past week I’ve been the only car in my lane for a half hour, sometimes  an hour at a time:

Hour W out cars

HIAWATHA’S LAND:

But it  is  beautiful in the Far Far North where Hiawatha lived (lives).

GG Driving Island  Sunlight through the forest,  Nature speaks deep within you with concepts of Beauty:   colors, pleasing proportions,  compositions, contrasts, harmony . . .  all the classic elements of Beauty, which testifies to its Creator.

GG Driving 2 400

Curve after curve,  Hiawatha’s forest views.

But of course he didn’t have a car to ride in!  So I went into the forest –

GG Forest floor 400

Ferns on the forest floor.    Easy walking, because ferns aren’t really thick underbrush.  They’re very soft when you walk through them.

GG Forest path and wild 400I found pathways.   I’ve walked miles along these pathways during this past week.   All the time I was thinking about Hiawatha’s small village,  one of many, many, maybe countless villages that existed throughout this Land.    Many millions of people lived in this Land, long before the Vikings and the Italian exploreres came to it.

I kept “seeing”  these villages:

BR new goods

And wondering who was “seeing” me:

BR coming

Hiawatha’s forest was not only a location, of course,  an “address” for his home;  it also gave to them everything needed to sustain life.

GG Forest Deer 400I drove by these deer one afternoon.   Probably descendants of the 17th, 18th, and 19th century deer that provided many necessities for Hiawatha and his people.

I couldn’t help taking a picture of this:

GG Forest Birch

We all know that the white birch  has bark that is stripped off to make canoes.  What I learned this time is that each strip of bark has five, six, or seven layers, and each thin layer is waterproof and very strong,  perfect for making  a lake or river canoe, among other things.

GG Canoes from Birch When I was a child I tried making a small toy boat with birch bark.  I also tried making “paper”  with the birch bark.   I failed.   I really didn’t know about the “layers”  in a strip of birch.

But it was important to know these things for Hiawatha because his land borders the Great Gitche Gumme,  and I walked many pathways to get to that Lake.

GG Forest Edge Path 400

If you could see across that Lake,  you would see the shores of Canada.

Gitche Gumme claims the land, in a constant tussle between land and water.

GG Forest Edgge Dropoff 400

The pathway along the edge seemed to be about a half mile long.  Finally,  I got to my destination,  the destination for this whole week-long, more-than-400-mile journey:

Black Rocks 400

It’s here.  This was my destination.    It’s an area called Black Rocks,  a singularly unromantic name for an outcropping of “rock”  that is estimated to be 1.3 billion years old.  This is some of the oldest known rocks on the surface of the earth.

On the shores of Gitche Gumme
By the shining Big-Sea-Waters

Yeah,  here is where I needed to be,  I thought.    These were the first waters I saw at the very beginning of my life . . .  and now,  with the end in view,   I needed to see these waters again.

Black Rocks into lake.

It was the end of land of the Far Far North in view, anyway.

Black Rocks far 400I climbed all around Black Rocks,  and finally looked for a place to sit.

Black Rocks Seat

And I did it.   I found a good rock ledge to sit on and I put my camera away, and then I began to . . .  well,  brood.   I divided my life into five-year segments . . . .

And, well . . .  with each and every scene from my memory huge wounds of negative emotions leapt out at me.    Private, powerful emotions.

It would have been tough that day . . .  it would have been a tough whole life . . .  but for one thing.     With each sudden emotional blow,  I asked myself,   “Well,  what did God want me to learn from this hardness?”     And why is it that each emotional “blow” I felt seemed really rather feeble in my memory?    And how is it that I’m not unhappy,  but indeed,  full of hope and joy and love for those whom I know?

“What did God want me to learn…?”    There was a lesson in each stage of my life.   I suppose.    But I wasn’t that broody, actually.   I probably was taught something during each stage, and then incorporated the learning into my assurance that God was in control.

And so I don’t need to know any “answers.”  I don’t need to come to any conclusions.

What I learned from my brief three hours of “brooding”  sitting on those rather hard rocks is that,  in a big way,  I’m not that baby,  that toddler, that child,   that adolescent,  that young adult . . .  anymore.

I am “me”  only in this Present Moment.  That’s all I ever can be:  Me  Now.     I am identified by what I am Now.

In a big way,   what matters is what kind of person I am Now.

Forgiveness  and Forgetfulness available for the past;   hope and healing available for the future.

That’s the way Gitche Manito works.   Ever Present- Ever Now.     What’s NOT to be joyful about?!

I think I actually did reach my “destination.”

Deo gratias.

 

(Next post:  Why Hiawatha knew this too.)

GITCHE MANITO SPEAKS TO US

July 18, 2016

In the spirit of the inspiring speeches that give us purpose in this current presidential election season,  I understand better the words of Gitche Manito –  who of course is our Great Spirit,  Creator of All Peoples,  the God who revealed Himself to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob . . .   and only many centuries later, to the Native Americans who were looking for the Black Robes of  their legends.

The words of Gitche Manito,  to Hiawatha,  and to us, at our sunrise or at our sunset, for we all live together on one small island world:

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From our Creator, Bountiful and Good,    “. . .with Voice majestic as the sound of far-off waters falling into deep abysses. . .

O My children!  My poor children!
Listen to the words of wisdom
Listen to the words of warning
From the lips of the Great Spirit
From the Master of Life, who made you!

I have given you lands to hunt in,
I have given you streams to fish in,
I have given you bear and bison,
I have given you roe and reindeer,
I have given you brant and beaver,
Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl
Filled the river s full of fishes;

Such bountiful,  loving care from the One  True God!

My camera caught great beauty  in the skies of Hiawatha’s land,   but within those pink clouds was lightning!   Lightning flashes,  forks of lightning!   I wouldn’t want to be directly under their wrath.

Cloud broad view

 

The Great Father above continues:

Why then are you not contented?
Why then will you hunt each other?

I am weary of your quarrels
Weary of your wars and bloodshed,
Weary of your prayers for vengeance,
Of your wranglings and dissensions.

Cloud Pinker

 

All your strength is in your union;
All your danger is in discord.
Therefore be at peace henceforward,
And as brothers live together.

Live at Peace,  contented where you are:

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I will send a Prophet to you,
A Deliverer of the Nations
Who shall guide you and shall teach you.
Who shall toil and suffer with you.

Gitche Manito speaks to His children.  He spoke to Abraham,  to Isaac, to Jacob,  to Elijah, whose life, along with John the Baptist’s prepared the way for this Great Prophet,  and at last,  the Woman was created, prepared to be the Mother of the Prophet, reflecting the light of her Son’s glory as the moon reflects its sun’s light:

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If you listen to his counsels,
You will multiply and prosper;
If His warnings pass unheeded,
You will fade away and perish.

If . . .

If . . .

That means it’s up to us.

Tomorrow I walk the surprisingly pleasant forests that Hiawatha walked.  They still exist.    Hiawatha’s society still exists, with all its complexities and problems.   Hiawatha’s  Great Father Above still exists.

 

 

 

 

 

 

GITCHE MANITO SPEAKS ON JULY 17TH

July 17, 2016

The French Revolution was a war against Christianity, Reason,  Logic, Civility, Peace, and Individual Freedom .

July 17th.    Christendom remembers the small group of Carmelite nuns who met their death on July 17, a couple hundred years ago during the French Revolution.

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Young ladies,  some just teenagers,  quiet, devout, pure and moral, singing a Te Deum in a lovely choir of feminine voices, a choir that got thinner and thinner as the nuns, one by one,  took their place on the guillotine, until one voice was left, and then none.

The painting shows one by one they met their death, passing from this earth to the one at the top of the painting, into the waiting arms of their sisters who had met the guillotine moments before.

Their crime was that their religious faith was different from the “religion”  of the new republic of France which included a new moral code.   New laws, and new interpretations of laws made their faith in Christ a crime.   They had no right to the quiet, personal expression of their faith.

Similar storm clouds on the horizon here in this country too.

Today’s weather:

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And, July 17th, today, the latest example in our nation of the hatred against a Christian (and previously Christian )  society.   The shooter in Baton Rouge today  was interested in the Nation of Islam.  Previously, in Nice, France, a man driving a great white truck into crowds shouted out (his)  “god is greater”!    The common cry of Islamist warriors.

Menacing clouds arise:

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There will always be July 17th’s ahead.    And other dates too.    Because if we don’t work to spread goodness and to check the evil,  evil will grow.

TWO DAYS IN A ROW up here in the  Land of Hiawatha I was here, in this small private chapel, when strong storms arose outside:

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The first time there was such a loud crash that I thought a construction crane outside had fallen over on top of the roof of this stone chapel which was located inside of a larger stone cathedral!  I looked up for cracks in the ceiling!

Storm clouds.    Evil on the horizon.    Approaching.

Everyone seems to be talking about “something”  that’s coming.    I don’t know what that could be, but I know it could be a lot of things;  things that have happened before at the hands of evil governments, evil ideologies.

Once, long ago,  Hiawatha turned to Gitche Manito, the Great Spirit-Father above, and he sat and pondered these things seriously.

You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest
Not for greater skill in hunting,
Not for greater craft in fishing,
Not for triumphs in the battle,
And renown among the warriors,
But for profit of the people,
For advantage of the nations.

First he built a lodge for fasting,
Built a wigwam in the forest
By the shining Big-Sea-Water . . .

For days he prayed and fasted, just as we could do . . .     He thought of all the things around him that are important to his physical well-being and safety, and he cried out:

“Master of Life!” he cried, desponding,
“Must our lives depend on these things?”

Finally, after several days,  Gitche Manito sent to him a strong and handsome youth, “dressed in garments, green and yellow,  coming though the purple twilight, through the splendor of the sunset . . .”

Because Hiawatha had prayed sincerely for the well-being of his fellow man,  and not just for himself,   his prayers had been heard.   Hiawatha will be told how to improve the society that he lives in.

Said this youth, O Hiawatha!
All your prayers are heard in heaven,
For you pray not like the others . . .
But for profit of the people,
For advantage of the nations.

From the Master of Life descending,
I, the friend of man, Mondamin,
Come to warn you and instruct you,
How by struggle and by labor
You shall gain what you have prayed for.
Rise  from your bed of branches,
Rise up and wrestle with me!”

“How by struggle and by labor you shall gain what you have  prayed for. . . .”

Oh, yes, bring our woes and worries to Gitche Manito, the Master of Life.    Go into a chapel or into a wigwam or into your own private room.    Begin with prayer;  begin with praying;  learn to pray if you’re out of practice — but then be prepared to continue your prayers with labor. “By struggle and by labor.”    The Master of Life works through our hands.

This part of the Epoch of Hiawatha then goes on to describe days and days of wrestling with this strange youth, sent from heaven,  to test and to strengthen and prepare Hiawatha for the serious struggles against evil.

(Monamin left a gift for Hiawatha and all his people.   Monamin’s wrestling  had prepared Hiawatha to recognize it.     The gift was “green and yellow” and it  promised peace and plenty for all, because Gitche Manito is really very generous.     You may know what it is or you may not,  but  I won’t name it for you because  it’s just one symbol of the abundance of goodness available for all men,  if we just knew it.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“BY THE SHORES . . .”

July 16, 2016

  Just for my own record,  I made it.

 

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“By the shores of Gitche Gumme . . .”

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By the Shining Big-Sea-Waters –

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It  might look like all “water” to you,  but I spent the day flitting from this spot along the Lake to that spot,  like a butterfly,  sipping in sweet experiences; all varied, all blues,  all waters.

The shores were different from place to place –

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I climbed down to these red  shelf-rocks,  and then I walked way out onto a breakwater to get more views –

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The forest back there covers a partial island,  a “presque isle” in French,  and it holds the grave of  an Indian chief who lives there.    I’m  in   Hiawatha’s native land.

Doesn’t that passageway just seem to beckon a canoe to travel forward into it?

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Forth upon the Gitch Gumme
On the shining Big-Sea-Water
With his fishing-line of cedar
Of the twisted bark of cedar
Forth to catch the mighty sturgeon
Mishe-Nahma, King of fishes
In his birch canoe exulting
All alone went Hiawatha.

‘Though Hiawatha can exult as his canoe speeds along,  he must be skillfully aware of hidden dangers.   The lake holds many  hidden boulders, sandbars,  floating  tangled logs,  shipwrecks, shoals,  islands,  and snaggy inlets.

Here’s one very noisy seagull island.   At times it is covered in white (seagulls)  as though there were snow on it  –

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He looks like he has many tales to tell –

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And, as I said a few posts ago,  I’m here to tell myself my own tales.  Tales of my own life.  Tales that will make sense of my own life.

This is the Lake that I first saw when I was a newborn baby.    I come back to sit by its shores.

Ah, my son, exclaimed the Old Man
Happy are my eyes to see you!
Sit here on the mat beside me
Sit here by the dying embers
Let us pass the night together
Tell me of your strange adventures
Of the lands where you have traveled;
Then I’ll tell you of my prowess
Of my many deeds of wonder . . .

 

 

EN ROUTE TO GITCH GUMME

July 15, 2016

They say “getting there is half the fun.”    Remember that when you’re doing the tedious activity of actually “getting there.”

Still, there is the reward of stunning beauty along the way.

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It’s the deep blues that speak to me.

I counted six different and distinct blues in this view:  navy blue,  deep blue,  powder blue,  aquamarine, turquoise,   and blues I don’t even have a name for but my grandma, whose first language was Finnish,  says there are many, many names for blue. As a little girl she was surprised that we, in this country, didn’t know them all!

Hope my camera is up to the challenge.

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At the top left of the picture is the tip of that island and a surf or shallow point that had stunning robin’s egg blue water.

I can “feel” why blue is one of the colors associated with Heaven.   Remember, classically,  our forefathers teach us that there are three heavens seen from Earth:

  1.   the heavens where the birds fly
  2.   the heavens where the stars (and galaxies and all the heavenly bodies)  exist
  3.  the Heaven where God is, as well as all those holy beings which are fit to be with Him

Poets, artists,  scientists,  parents, theologians, and revelations from Heavenly beings all speak of one or the other of these heavens.   It’s good to be smart enough to distinguish the various meaning of “heaven.”

It’s also good to enjoy all the Blues we are given – and to thank our Creator for the ability to see and enjoy Blue!

Here is a painting of “Hiawatha”:

Hiawatha in canoe

And here is a picture of his “creator,”  the poet,  Longfellow,  one of those Poets who wrote of the heavens.

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I’m on their trail.

A FORETASTE OF THE LAND OF HIAWATHA

July 13, 2016

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I haven’t seen many sunrises in my life,  but they had a beautiful one here in the Far Far North, 5:10 à.m.

I woke up to this one,  looking through a narrow opening in the curtain.

It was but a promise for all the heavenly colors  I’ve been seeing all day.

“In the drowsy, dreamy sunrise

In the never ending summer

He it was who sent the wood birds

Sent the wild goose,  waves,  and water

Filled the skies with haze and vapor

Filled the air with dreamy softness.”

 

By the way,   it’s after 10:00 at night,  and is still pretty light outside,  this far past  Midsummer.

More Gitche Gumme tomorrow.   I sleep wrapped in beautiful blues and greens,  waters,  sky,  and forest  – indeed,  God is good to make this foretaste of Heaven’s  beauty appear right in front of us.

Deo gratias.

GITCHE GUMEE

July 12, 2016

Gitche Gumee.        For real.     It really exists.

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In the days when American children and young adults were taught American literature,   the words “Gitche Gumee”  would be a familiar sound;   lovely, fetching, longing . . . .a song of roots and courage and duty;   a song of love for the land and union with the earth and its people.

I’ll be there soon.      Not in a boat,  but  h e r e –   looking out over  Gitche Gumee:

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I have many decades behind me,  and the “storms” of life have  “ruffled my feathers”  – as is true for all of us.   We’ve all had waves crashing against us.

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I need to sort things out.    I was born here,  long ago.     It’s possible that the very first sight my newborn eyes saw was this Great Lake, as my nurse carried me outdoors, into the car, into my Mother’s waiting arms.

I need to see this again.

I need to get strong and steady before the storm breaks over us all.

New Haven Lighthouse storm

 

I need to get in touch with myself,  see who I really am, see what “I’ve done and what I’ve left undone.”          Hopefully, I’ll gain wisdom like  Nokomis.

 

On the shores of Gitche Gumee,
Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood Nokomis, the old woman,
Pointing with her finger westward,
O’er the water pointing westward,
To the purple clouds of sunset.
  Fiercely the red sun descending
Burned his way along the heavens,
Set the sky on fire behind him,
As war-parties, when retreating,
Burn the prairies on their war-trail;

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Thanks for the words.

 

 

 

 

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SILENCE FOR A TEENAGE GIRL

July 11, 2016

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The Arctic blood in me is stirring.    The Far Far North is calling, and my daily routine will soon be disrupted.   

Sami teepee

In a very good way.    I go to seek my roots.   My foundation.

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But a few last words,  because no one should be forgotten.

As I wrote in the last post,  the entertainment-news media can be false at times and it can be funny at times.   But not innocently false,   deadly false;   and it’s really not funny funny,  when Truth is battered.

And I sorrow when the Truth is ignored into silence.   An American-citizen teenager lost her life a couple weeks ago.    She was brutally murdered as she slept in her own bed, in the middle of the night.

She had been sight-seeing with her family –

Hallel and family

Close to her Mom:

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And her Mom said good-night to her one day.

And that night a man of another religion broke into her bedroom –

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. . . . As I always tell people,  it’s not that easy to kill someone with a knife,  not even with a big knife.

Doesn’t look like it was easy.

We’re grown-ups:       Men and women who can face reality.   Face Truth.  Who can feel something.    Who can pray.   Who can act.    Or at least, who can speak up.

Her name is Hallel.    An American citizen.   Hallel Yaffa Ariel.   Living in Israel.     13 years old.   “She wanted to be a doctor”  when she grew up.

It’s time for me to  . . . go . . .  and think about things like this and other things.

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I won’t be silent.    I’ll just be . . .  different for a while.

 

 

 

 

 

A FALSE STORY AND A FUNNY STORY

July 11, 2016

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A FALSE STORY

You may have seen the giddy, laughing young Minnesota woman who video’d  her  friend moments after he was shot by a policeman, and then lay dying.  She seems very happy with herself for all the attention she is getting.  Her  “15-minutes of fame.”

Except her story is false.

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That shiny object in her friend’s lap is not a cell phone.    The police officer identified it as a gun.

And the man’s car  did NOT have a taillight  that was out.   The police officer did NOT stop him for  “a broken taillight.”      He stopped him because just before that, on that day,  an APB went out on “an armed suspect,” wanted for robbing a store at gunpoint.   The description of the armed suspect was given –  and the police officer saw a person that fit that description exactly,  in the same neighborhood as the store that was robbed, and stopped him.

It’s the policeman’s duty to apprehend men who have committed a crime.

The man did not obey the directions of the police officer.    The man did not have a Concealed Carry Permit,  and the man was not moving suddenly to get some sort of document out of his pocket.   He was not reaching for “a permit.”

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But the television has been repeating a different story –  even if they repeat it in order to argue  with a “different” point of view,  the false story is still told, over and over  — and people get mad.

You can be sure  shooters,   snipers, and robbers violate our gun laws.     The  criminals violate our gun laws (!)  but  the extreme leftists in our country lie about it and say we need more gun laws and that the shooters obtained  guns through “loopholes”  or weaknesses in the law.

A FUNNY STORY

Let me illustrate what happened when one leftist on a popular cable news channel went out to prove how easy it is to buy a gun here in America  (well, it was a CBS person):

The actors and actresses and news readers on television like to talk about “assault weapons,”   without understanding what they’re  talking about.”

So this news person went into the gun store and asked to buy an “assault weapon.”     The gun store owner didn’t understand what he was talking about.    The  clerk then helped him pick out a handgun  (not an “assault gun.”)

They went through the process, and this liberal was about to pay for his new gun — only to be stopped by our gun laws!   This leftist news “reporter”   was not permitted to buy a gun because he,  “a good citizen,”  had some previous difficulty with the authorities, something like a note in his record that he had been brought up on spouse abuse charges  (which could be almost nothing nowadays) and some old drunk driving charges.

Something in his younger days stayed on his record, indicating he once had a problem with his temper and with his alcohol.

Oooops.   Not that easy to buy a gun in America.

And the entertainment-news people don’t know enough to report the news —

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The media can be FALSE and FUNNY at the same time.

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PARDON, YOUR AGENDA IS SHOWING

July 9, 2016

 

Oh, my –  I’ve just been listening to foreign news services –    those who, like American entertainment- news services are under the control of our future Rulers

We know that “World Governance”  is a euphemism for saying “Dictatorship” – a dictatorship on a global level –  because in order to “rule” the whole world, there has to be strong “rules.”   This agenda  (to form  world governance) is alive and well and strong.
In order to advance this agenda,  one thing that’s necessary is to disarm all the citizens of the world.  Then,  only the dictators , our Rulers,  will have guns.    And then we’re ready to be “governed.”
An example of how we’re “gently”  brought into the program is this  one sentence which I heard:      “Police are killing black men and black men are shooting the police.    That just shows how divided America is and that there are too many guns out there.”
Well, no,  America is not that divided.      America is a lot less divided than you make it out to be, although it is emotionally more stirring and gripping to look at an America on the brink of civil war.    There are pockets of extreme angry people, and that plays well on video.  The danger is that, as I said in the last post,  the entertainment news stories will be incitement to increasing violence.    They have a responsibility.   Let’s hope they know that, and can restrain themselves.
This gun-control agenda:

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Studies,   peer-reviewed and more than one,   have shown that :
# 1  deaths by guns are down,  51% of what they were a few years ago.   LESS death by guns.
#2  Study after study show that where guns are prohibited, in whole countries or in cities,  around the world,   the crime rate goes UP.   Studies.  Show.  Crime rates. Go UP.  When guns are taken out of the hands of the average citizen.
# 3 –  Among people killed by policemen,  twice as many WHITE people than Black people have been killed.  That’s just statistics.  That’s just the numbers without the biased agenda at play.   Twice as many more White people are killed than Black people.
#4 – “The right to bear arms”  is not about target practice,  not about deer hunting,  not even about protecting yourself from crime in those twenty or thirty minutes before the police can finally make it to your house.     No,  this amendment to our Constitution was about American citizens protecting themselves against a future tyrannical government which might rise in the place of our Constitutional government.  It’s to protect the citizens against tyranny.     As many have said,  if anyone comes in and changes our government and the way it works,   Americans have a DUTY to overthrow it and restore true American government, as envisioned by the Founding Fathers.   that’s written down in our history.
(And,  no they were not stuck in the 18th century.   They had the knowledge of politics and of human nature to foresee future contingencies.)
It’s up to you, entertainment-news people and the people who believe you,  to prove these studies wrong.     But,  if you cannot prove them wrong,  then  upon what basis do you still  disbelieve?
. . . on the basis of a world governance agenda?

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The globalists also need a “federal” police.     Watch for the call for a federalized police force    “because we are so divided and ready to do violence.”

It’s already in the air.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW & HOW DO YOU KNOW IT?

July 9, 2016

Where is it that we get our information from?

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Who is it that points the telescope for us,  telling us what to look at,  what we should know?

(. . . . .)

I’m glad I didn’t post here all that I wrote this morning (and yesterday).    I had just spent many hours watching the developing story of the sniper-assassin in Dallas who shot into policemen who were protecting Black Lives Matter people –   five, now, having been killed –  and I was full of too many thoughts.

But just one (thought) answers the question that one official asked the television cameras last night.  He asked,“Why are we becoming such a divided nation?”   

Why indeed.

The shooter gives us the answer:     He spoke words of “cops”  killing Black men;   of “cops” being racist;    of being victimized by Whites and he doesn’t want to “take it anymore;   of it being time to kill whites,  “cops”  specifically.     The words attributed to him towards the end are the very same words and phrases that I’ve been hearing all year on the TV entertainment-news media, and recently,  much more frequently.

The media constantly interviews and reports and showcases those radical Black-racist views that give expression  to violent racism against White people.     Of course their words arouse the audience and makes them emotionally willing to come back to that “news” outlet for more.    

SpiderBots  ( For the spider-bots:   Personally, a disclaimer here,  I reject the use of violence against anyone as a means to solve problems.  I’m merely observing.)

 

“An unexamined life is not worth living.” *

Where do you get your viewpoints from?     Usually we get our viewpoints and attitudes from what we hear,**  from what the people around us  are saying  (choose your friends wisely) ***,  or from the words we hear broadcast out to us on the entertainment-news media  (television, radio,  movies, and music).

What we have heard up to this shooting in Dallas is an incitement to violence.   Although outwardly we reject violence,  inwardly, subconsciously,  it’s difficult to resist the attitude that we hear all around us.

We call this  Incitement.   An incitement to violence.   Even if we hear about it in the context of  “tsk, tsk,    we shouldn’t act like that,”     we still hear it – and what we choose to hear is often what we begin to identify with.

TWO ‘DO-YOU-KNOWs”  —

(1)   Do you know who this is?

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Crazy eyes, nicht war?   Maybe this will help:

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Yes, that’s Charles Manson.  a thrown-away, abused little boy who slept in the gutters at age 9;   and who grew up with hatred, revenge,  and violent ideas in his heart.    He preached something called Helter-Skelter,  made popular by the occult-driven music group called the Beetles.

Helter-Skelter meant a society that is completely broken down and is in the throes of a violent civil war,  races against races,  poor against rich,  region against region, etc.      It wasn’t happening fast enough for Charles Manson, so he and his little band of drugged-up outlaws went on a murderous rampage one day (two days)  in order to jump-start Helter-Skelter.

This is a curious, almost “quaint” bit of history from America’s Hippy Days,   when the  Sixty-Eighters rose to prominence in the entertainment-news media.

But these Sixty-Eighters, with civil war and revolutionary ideas in their thoughts, were not limited to weird Charles Manson cults.    Their grandchildren think it’s funny to wear Charlie Manson hero t-shirts.

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But today the   civil war promoters  more often wear suits,  expensive suits.

(2 )   Do you know who this is?

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We Americans had better know who this is.   He is Saul Alinski, who along with radicals like Professor Cloward and Professor Pivens  taught today’s radicals everything they need to know in order to be triumphant in transforming America, slowly, progressively, into their own image.

Alinski’s book is a blueprint, faithfully and successfully followed by the Progressive-Leftists in our own nation.

These people named above  were the mentors of such men as:

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. . .  this one,  the triumphant one who was given the new name of “Barack Hussein”  in order to appeal to radicalized Black groups, such as Jeremiah Wright,  a “reverend” in Chicago who helped Barry Sotoero to feel comfortable “acting like a Christian” while publicly  denying his Muslim roots.

(Fact check, if you’re unaware:  the only school records we have of this man show him as a Malaysian  citizen and of the Muslim religion.  Whatever.   Whatever:   he didn’t have the same upbringing as American citizens.   Please don’t include the booze-filled, drug-filled, sex-filled high school years in Hawaii.   Must we continue to deny the truth? ) ****

These men were also mentors and teachers who taught such women as this:

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. . . .women, “Progressives,”    too can be used to rule over a transformed America –  after the civil war.   From this woman’s lips, after the Dallas shooting of targeted  white policemen came the sentiment that White people need to learn and to change.  *****

“Them thar’s fightin’ words,” as Americans used to say.

Them thar words indicate that Helter-Skelter has not left the minds of these ageing Sixty-Eighters and their unsuspecting young followers.      (Also called, by Vladmir  Lenin,  “the useful idiots.”)

American citizens don’t want change-by-revolution or by civil war.    We want to live by our Constitution which directs us to laws that apply equally to all citizens, and a society in which difficulties, flaws, and weaknesses in our system are worked out peacefully by Americans without a hidden agenda.

Eventually,  all citizens are equal under the law.       (If you look at recent committee hearings,  FBI proceedings, and such exercises such as those,  you will see how far we’ve strayed from “equal” before the law.)

We must be very discerning about what we are hearing from the various media sources.  Is it true?     Is it reasonable?     Is it of any lasting value?   Is it helpful?       What do we know and how do we come by that  knowledge?

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About the “cops”  killing people issue,  study after study show that twice as many White men are shot to death by policemen as Black men.      For my foreign readers,  yes,  “bad cops” are prosecuted – and jailed.  We don’t need a civil uprising of one segment of society to “transform” our nation into some extreme-leftist attempt at a Utopia.

(Which, to save more ‘stars’ —  Utopia means:  No Place.   Intelligent people know that a Utopia doesn’t exist. )

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. *       Attributed to Socrates, whose thoughts are one point in the development of our Civilization, and who is, thus,  relevant for today’s world.

. **      I say hear but not “see and hear”  because generally what we see is interpreted by us and by others with words.    Hearing is a very deep, intimate way that we learn.

. ***     “Birds of a feather flock together.”     

. ****    See:  “The Emperor’s New Clothes”,    an old children’s story teaching moral courage

*****   If you care enough:     In interviews reported by mainstream media as well as Internet reporting sites,  she is quoted and video’d as saying:

“Look, I don’t believe you change hearts,” Clinton shot back. “I believe you change laws, you change allocation of resources, you change the way systems operate. You’re not going to change every heart. You’re not.”  

To a Progressive/socialist/revolutionary/etc.   individual people are simply cyphers,  economic units to be utilized and managed.   That’s you, my dear readers.    Just an economic unit to be factored into political action.  You don’t have a brain;  you don’t have a heart to care about “things that really matter.”

At least, not enough of you that matters in order to Transform America.

 

“NOT FROM SWEDEN”

July 7, 2016

Just so you know . . .  and just to follow up on my previous posting about the bracelets issued to Swedish girls and young women to protect them from sexual attacks —

THEY     DON’T    WORK.

Swedish police had issued  bracelets bearing the words “Don’t Molest Me”  to young women who were planning to take part in the numerous summer festivals in Sweden.   Reports are in now of dozens of women being sexually  accosted,  attacked, and raped during the past weeks’ worth of festivals.

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Many were wearing the bracelets.

All victims reported that their attackers were between 15 and 25 years of age.

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And as one young woman put it,  “I hate to say it,  but they weren’t from Sweden.”

Swedish girls and Swedish women can’t help that they don’t look like their attackers.   They look like my own sisters . . .  and what I used to look like. . . .

Our appearance is not an invitation . . . .

Swedish  “police”  guarding the festival goers:

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I don’t’ know,   maybe she should lose her blonde ponytail.  Hope she’s wearing her bracelet.

Because “nice”  polis cannot protect the Swedish population.    Getting it clear in their minds  what the intentions are of those who   “don’t look like them”   might begin to help.

And realizing that not all cultures are based upon morally equivalent values.      That’s just reality.     That’s just human life.

It’s called “discernment,”   not discrimination.

 

 

A COUNTRY RIDE

July 6, 2016

“Amber waves of grain . . .”   (I showed you that on the Fourth of July.)

“Home, home on the range . . .”    (I hope you can sing that song.)

“Don’t Fence Me In.”      (My favorite!   “Oh give me land lotsa land under starry skies above  . . .”)

I wonder if Americans in general know how big and vast and expansive our country is!!   We are mostly  EMPTY space, here in America  — and I suspect most other places of the world too.

Soooo,  paying taxes is  a pretty American thing to do, and my summer taxes were on my to-do list today.        How do you pay your taxes?   

tax bill      I like to pay this in person,  chat with the township treasurer,  find out what’s going on.   And although sometimes it seems I live  in a town, near a little city, the capital city of our state, actually,  my neighborhood is set in the middle of wide open spaces.

I’ve taken The Spruce Tunnel along these country roads before.  Come ride with me again.  We have to pay the summer taxes!     Here we are starting out.

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And five minutes later –

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Then we turned down another country road.    One of my friends lives  in one of those houses there on the side –

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That green sign said “keep going”    – sort of.      The road “opens up” –

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It should have continued to be a nice relaxing drive but that X in the sky started a whole bunch of unwanted thoughts in my head.  (It’s against the Federal Aviation Agency’s regulations to cross air routes like that. )  More on that later.

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There.      Not one,  but two joggers on the road!

(Usually it’s cows, goats, dogs, or turtles on the road.)     But I, the car,  have freedom to drive all over, anywhere I need to  be on that road.

Then I see my goal on up ahead, as the skies are getting more ominous.

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There’s a parking lot somewhere in there.  I pulled in next to the nice picnic area which is next to a baseball diamond.   Thanks,  Township!

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Actually,  I’ve used neither, and I’ve managed to miss all the farmer’s markets and flea markets too.  However,  in a few months,   we will take Cooper out there – in the middle of the night ! –  with our telescope and field glasses and “teach a grandson” the beauties of the night.

Business,  in the shade of  the trees:

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Nice people inside.  I was their only customer,  so they had time  to be friendly and conversational,  making me feel welcome in my own Township.

It’s all about Quality of Life.

I don’t need to show you the roads back.  I took a different route anyway as I continued to work down my list of five or six errands, but the one thing that strung the afternoon  together was the growing intrusion of the outside world . . . overhead.

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You see,  we may finally get some rain around here.  There’s been a lot of predictions, a lot of false alarms,  but this time I think we’re really going to get some rain –  because of what’s up there,  waiting for the rain to drive it down on those beautiful farmlands you saw in the previous pictures.

Boron.   Cadmium.   Aluminum.   Barium.         Metallic nano-particulates.      “Biological”  material.    Viruses.  Desiccated  red blood cells. . . . .

Lest you think  dumping this on people to breathe in and covering farm and grazing lands with this is all they’re using this for,  here is a common use of the metallic particles –

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Those aren’t “clouds” pushed together by winds –  those are the particulate matter fogs that are being targeted by energy waves.    Waves.    Waves of energy.  First you lay down the fog,  then you direct energy waves through it.  Very useful.

Just a reminder that as peaceful and pleasant that wide-open spaces can be,   there is always an “outside” world that we have to be vigilant against.    If we ignore it, it won’t end well.

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Here’s a parking lot for another one of my errands today.

Yep.  It’s going to rain pretty soon for sure.     Our bodies and our animals and our crops are going to have another big dose of “stuff”  to deal with.

 

“WE DECLARE”

July 4, 2016

“WE DECLARE”    —     You might start a sentence that way if  you want to be emphatic,  definite,   and to say something of importance.

We did.   We did!

Americans did, and we’ve acknowledged that Declaration on July 4th ever since.    It’s a real  holiday!     And we all spend some time figuring out what we’re going to do on this holiday to show our happiness and thanks for our nation.

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A  “few”  years ago I had my first baby on this date!    Happy Birthday,  Daughter!     She has all kinds of plans for today.    She and her little family live near Lake Tahoe,  on the shores of   beautiful Donner Lake, and so her house will be filled with all kinds of friends – all day, she said! –   coming over for birthday treats, BBQ’s,  hot tubs,  swimming,  and then morphing into Fourth of July fireworks . . . .   Whew!

And me?   Well.     Well, well, well.    Here in the Far North I was informed by Daughter in the Far West,  thousands of miles away,  that MY fireworks have been canceled!

Huh?, I said.

Sure enough.   When I checked our local news source on the Internet,   our Fourth of July fireworks have been postponed to . . .   New Year’s Eve!      Too dry here now,  so I guess we’ll have to wait for our snow cover.    Can’t burn snow.

So that leaves me with a quieter Fourth.   I really “took a holiday”  and did whatever I wanted to do.       I planted my roses today.    They are red, white,  and –  uh,  purple.    Purple roses are nice.   Enjoyed a patriotic, spy-versus-spy, American special ops action adventure type of book.        (Cold Shot by Mark Henshaw)      Read as long as I wanted!

I had some time to brush up on what this is all about.      Revolutionary War stories.

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This is where our Founding Fathers did  our “declaring.”    As far as I know,  we are the only nation that started ourselves out with a declaration that we are going to be a nation.  And then there’s that responsibility to stick with the idea,  to uphold the principles and values were used to create this nation.      “A republic,  madam,  if you can keep it,”  said Ben Franklin.

Here are the famous words of John Henry Lee,  the representative from the colony of Virginia:     “Resolved: That these United Colonies are, and of a right ought to be, free and independent states, that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain is, and ought to be, totally dissolved.”

That did it!      The colonies declared their separation from the British Crown.    Kind of like stepping off a cliff and knowing you’ve got to fight to survive the Fall in order to become a nation.    Someone had to write out this Declaration;  the job fell mainly to Thomas Jefferson,  but all the representatives weren’t satisfied until they made it plain that they need the Almighty’s help to survive this Leap off the cliff and to come up stronger together.

And so this line was added:    “And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.”

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As we battled and scraped our way into young nationhood,   everyone knew we needed God’s help.

Our Founding Fathers were somewhat more confident then, after that declaration was completed and began to be signed.   The day was July 2nd.

A joyful  John Adams next declared:   ” The second day of July 1776 will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the Day of Deliverance by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other from this time forward forever more.”

Well, I did my “solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty”  yesterday,  and now I  can’t wait until New Year’s Eve to celebrate.  I’ll watch all the noise and lights and fireworks on television.    It’s dark here now,  but still light out in California.    Good thing it took a few days to finish signing that Declaration of Independence –

—  or else my daughter would have been born late for her own birthday!

Happy Fourth of July, Everyone!

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