• In God’s Mercy September 7 "FOR I WILL BE MERCIFUL TO THEIR INIQUITIES, AND I WILL REMEMBER THEIR SINS NO MORE."Hebrews 8:12

    “I’m sure you noticed I left you out of my prayers,” said the whiny little boy to his parents as he crawled in bed, offended by their discipline. He was unwilling to let it go.

    When God forgives us, He no longer lets our sin influence His feelings toward us. He lets it go. The disciples crushed Jesus’ heart that night in Gethsemane when they snored while He wept. But Jesus didn’t let the failure of His followers influence His future fellowship with them.

    God’s promise of mercy includes the dismissal of every offense we’ve committed against Him. https://mailchi.mp/b6d8796e4508/the-truest-freedom-you-can-ever-experience-452953?e=9cbe669f39
    In God’s Mercy September 7 "FOR I WILL BE MERCIFUL TO THEIR INIQUITIES, AND I WILL REMEMBER THEIR SINS NO MORE."Hebrews 8:12 “I’m sure you noticed I left you out of my prayers,” said the whiny little boy to his parents as he crawled in bed, offended by their discipline. He was unwilling to let it go. When God forgives us, He no longer lets our sin influence His feelings toward us. He lets it go. The disciples crushed Jesus’ heart that night in Gethsemane when they snored while He wept. But Jesus didn’t let the failure of His followers influence His future fellowship with them. God’s promise of mercy includes the dismissal of every offense we’ve committed against Him. https://mailchi.mp/b6d8796e4508/the-truest-freedom-you-can-ever-experience-452953?e=9cbe669f39
    In God’s Mercy
    When God forgives us, He no longer lets our sin influence His feelings toward us.
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  • "Homosexuality is by definition a contagious disease. Carriers are unwilling to have normal children, and so the disease can only spread through analist propaganda, the gay mafia putting xenoestrogens in the food and water supply, and the Boy Scouts.

    No one is policing what these people do in private, dragging them to death behind pickup trucks or throwing them off of rooftops, but they aren’t satisfied with their private little hells. They want to be in public and they want to be celebrated because they want to eventually form fake marriages, “adopt” little kids, and fuck them up their little asses to spread their disease." - Andrew Anglin

    https://dailystormer.name/polish-city-hosts-first-ever-anal-pride-parade-leftist-politicians-flood-to-demand-even-more-sodomy/
    "Homosexuality is by definition a contagious disease. Carriers are unwilling to have normal children, and so the disease can only spread through analist propaganda, the gay mafia putting xenoestrogens in the food and water supply, and the Boy Scouts. No one is policing what these people do in private, dragging them to death behind pickup trucks or throwing them off of rooftops, but they aren’t satisfied with their private little hells. They want to be in public and they want to be celebrated because they want to eventually form fake marriages, “adopt” little kids, and fuck them up their little asses to spread their disease." - Andrew Anglin https://dailystormer.name/polish-city-hosts-first-ever-anal-pride-parade-leftist-politicians-flood-to-demand-even-more-sodomy/
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  • The Real Trouble with Ilhan Omar
    https://www.commondreams.org/views/2019/07/22/real-trouble-ilhan-omar
    Sarah Jaffe

    Ilhan Omar has spent most of her adult life making trouble—good trouble, as her colleague John Lewis, with whom she’s just introduced a resolution supporting Americans’ right to participate in boycott movements, likes to say. So it’s perhaps understandable that she maintains an impressive cool under the repeated onslaught of criticism, threats, and rage thrown her way, from the right as well as well as from the Democratic leadership.

    It’s not, of course, an accident that the rightwing imagination obsesses over the woman who, as I’ve written elsewhere, embodies much of what Barack Obama was accused of being by the “birthers”—including Donald Trump, now Birther-In-Chief. She’s Muslim. She was born in Somalia and spent years in a refugee camp before coming to Minnesota. She has strong left politics and is unequivocal about her desire to make America’s sclerotic political system more equitable.

    It’s that last bit that is getting lost, however, in the fuss. The Congresswoman’s roots in Minneapolis’s strong, diverse progressive organizing community have received far less attention than her ethnicity, or her membership in “The Squad” of young, leftist, female legislators. Omar’s past work organizing in her hometown, from supporting Black Lives Matter to pushing for a ban on “conversion therapy” for LGBT youth, as well as her current policy initiatives, have received far less attention than a few obsessed-over tweets.

    The Congresswoman’s roots in Minneapolis’s strong, diverse progressive organizing community have received far less attention than her ethnicity.
    Omar was the lead on the recently introduced bill to abolish all student debt. Yet, even as the organizers from that movement credit her for making the issue a priority, most headlines cited Bernie Sanders (indeed a cosponsor), rather than her.

    Flanked by the mother of former school cafeteria worker Philando Castile, who was killed by a Minnesota police officer, Omar introduced a bill to ensure all students got school lunch. Her faceoff with Elliott Abrams, Trump’s special envoy to Venezuela during what appeared to be the lead-up to a U.S. invasion, was the bluntest confrontation I’ve seen of American imperial power—and she did it with a tiny, confident smile on her face, shutting down Abrams’s bluster with a simple “That was not a question.”

    Abrams was pardoned for his involvement in the Iran-Contra affair after pleading guilty; he also, as Omar noted, testified that American policy in El Salvador, which included massacres of civilians, children, and other atrocities, was “a fabulous achievement.” Given all that, she asked, “Would you support an armed faction within Venezuela that engages in war crimes, crimes against humanity or genocide, if you believe they were serving U.S. interest, as you did in Guatemala, El Salvador, and Nicaragua?”

    While Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Bernie Sanders, stalwart on economic issues, have sometimes waffled on questions of imperial power and foreign relations, Omar has remained stalwart as she faces the (predictable) consequences of touching American politics’ long-standing third rails. Accused of anti-Semitism over her tweets criticizing the American Israel Public Affairs Committee by not only Trumpists but by Chelsea Clinton—whose pious “as an American” pearl-clutching handed ammunition to the right—Omar has not backed down.

    Omar’s introduction of a resolution, alongside Lewis and Squad member Rashida Tlaib, supporting the right to boycott comes in the face of a bipartisan push to ban the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions movement targeting Israel over its occupation of Palestinian lands.

    Trump wields accusations of anti-Semitism against Omar, as Talia Lavin wrote, “like a shield with a Star of David daubed on it in thin, flaking paint to defend him.” Yet the administration’s pious concern for the Jews rang hollow when Trump’s advisor Kellyanne Conway, responding to questions about the president’s telling Omar and her U.S.-born colleagues to “go back” to where they came from, asked a Jewish reporter his ethnicity.

    The racism of “go back to where you came from” is intertwined with the attacks on Omar’s political positions. From Clinton to Conway, her critics insinuate that her purportedly radical positions cannot be properly American, that she is an outside threat. And the U.S. has a long tradition of “sending home”—deporting—people it deems radical.

    Trump targets Omar because she is black and an immigrant and Muslim, of course. But he also targets her because she has been one of the loudest voices challenging U.S. hegemony.

    One hundred years before Trump announced a new round of ICE raids, the Palmer Raids rounded up suspected troublemakers, anarchists, and others, and deported around 800 people. One of those “sent back” in the first Red Scare was Jewish anarchist agitator Emma Goldman.

    In 1955, the U.S. used the McCarran Walter Immigration and Nationality Act of 1952 to deport Claudia Jones, a black Communist organizer, writer, and editor born in Trinidad. (The act was used to revoke passports of U.S. citizens as well, including the leftist entertainer Paul Robeson.)

    Neither Jones nor Goldman, of course, held elected office, but the shouts of “send her home” directed at Omar will undoubtedly fall on others with less power, as those ICE raids come.

    Trump targets Omar because she is black and an immigrant and Muslim, of course. But he also targets her because she has been one of the loudest voices challenging the hegemony of U.S. power, which has always relied on brute force to say who’s in and who’s out, both inside and outside of its borders. She is unwilling to accept the bipartisan consensus that has ruled in Washington for too long, that says some people count and the lives—and deaths—of others do not. And that makes her dangerous.
    The Real Trouble with Ilhan Omar https://www.commondreams.org/views/2019/07/22/real-trouble-ilhan-omar Sarah Jaffe Ilhan Omar has spent most of her adult life making trouble—good trouble, as her colleague John Lewis, with whom she’s just introduced a resolution supporting Americans’ right to participate in boycott movements, likes to say. So it’s perhaps understandable that she maintains an impressive cool under the repeated onslaught of criticism, threats, and rage thrown her way, from the right as well as well as from the Democratic leadership. It’s not, of course, an accident that the rightwing imagination obsesses over the woman who, as I’ve written elsewhere, embodies much of what Barack Obama was accused of being by the “birthers”—including Donald Trump, now Birther-In-Chief. She’s Muslim. She was born in Somalia and spent years in a refugee camp before coming to Minnesota. She has strong left politics and is unequivocal about her desire to make America’s sclerotic political system more equitable. It’s that last bit that is getting lost, however, in the fuss. The Congresswoman’s roots in Minneapolis’s strong, diverse progressive organizing community have received far less attention than her ethnicity, or her membership in “The Squad” of young, leftist, female legislators. Omar’s past work organizing in her hometown, from supporting Black Lives Matter to pushing for a ban on “conversion therapy” for LGBT youth, as well as her current policy initiatives, have received far less attention than a few obsessed-over tweets. The Congresswoman’s roots in Minneapolis’s strong, diverse progressive organizing community have received far less attention than her ethnicity. Omar was the lead on the recently introduced bill to abolish all student debt. Yet, even as the organizers from that movement credit her for making the issue a priority, most headlines cited Bernie Sanders (indeed a cosponsor), rather than her. Flanked by the mother of former school cafeteria worker Philando Castile, who was killed by a Minnesota police officer, Omar introduced a bill to ensure all students got school lunch. Her faceoff with Elliott Abrams, Trump’s special envoy to Venezuela during what appeared to be the lead-up to a U.S. invasion, was the bluntest confrontation I’ve seen of American imperial power—and she did it with a tiny, confident smile on her face, shutting down Abrams’s bluster with a simple “That was not a question.” Abrams was pardoned for his involvement in the Iran-Contra affair after pleading guilty; he also, as Omar noted, testified that American policy in El Salvador, which included massacres of civilians, children, and other atrocities, was “a fabulous achievement.” Given all that, she asked, “Would you support an armed faction within Venezuela that engages in war crimes, crimes against humanity or genocide, if you believe they were serving U.S. interest, as you did in Guatemala, El Salvador, and Nicaragua?” While Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Bernie Sanders, stalwart on economic issues, have sometimes waffled on questions of imperial power and foreign relations, Omar has remained stalwart as she faces the (predictable) consequences of touching American politics’ long-standing third rails. Accused of anti-Semitism over her tweets criticizing the American Israel Public Affairs Committee by not only Trumpists but by Chelsea Clinton—whose pious “as an American” pearl-clutching handed ammunition to the right—Omar has not backed down. Omar’s introduction of a resolution, alongside Lewis and Squad member Rashida Tlaib, supporting the right to boycott comes in the face of a bipartisan push to ban the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions movement targeting Israel over its occupation of Palestinian lands. Trump wields accusations of anti-Semitism against Omar, as Talia Lavin wrote, “like a shield with a Star of David daubed on it in thin, flaking paint to defend him.” Yet the administration’s pious concern for the Jews rang hollow when Trump’s advisor Kellyanne Conway, responding to questions about the president’s telling Omar and her U.S.-born colleagues to “go back” to where they came from, asked a Jewish reporter his ethnicity. The racism of “go back to where you came from” is intertwined with the attacks on Omar’s political positions. From Clinton to Conway, her critics insinuate that her purportedly radical positions cannot be properly American, that she is an outside threat. And the U.S. has a long tradition of “sending home”—deporting—people it deems radical. Trump targets Omar because she is black and an immigrant and Muslim, of course. But he also targets her because she has been one of the loudest voices challenging U.S. hegemony. One hundred years before Trump announced a new round of ICE raids, the Palmer Raids rounded up suspected troublemakers, anarchists, and others, and deported around 800 people. One of those “sent back” in the first Red Scare was Jewish anarchist agitator Emma Goldman. In 1955, the U.S. used the McCarran Walter Immigration and Nationality Act of 1952 to deport Claudia Jones, a black Communist organizer, writer, and editor born in Trinidad. (The act was used to revoke passports of U.S. citizens as well, including the leftist entertainer Paul Robeson.) Neither Jones nor Goldman, of course, held elected office, but the shouts of “send her home” directed at Omar will undoubtedly fall on others with less power, as those ICE raids come. Trump targets Omar because she is black and an immigrant and Muslim, of course. But he also targets her because she has been one of the loudest voices challenging the hegemony of U.S. power, which has always relied on brute force to say who’s in and who’s out, both inside and outside of its borders. She is unwilling to accept the bipartisan consensus that has ruled in Washington for too long, that says some people count and the lives—and deaths—of others do not. And that makes her dangerous.
    The Real Trouble with Ilhan Omar
    While others on the left waffle on questions of imperial power and foreign relations, the freshman Democrat takes on American hegemony... lhan Omar has spent most of her adult life making trouble—good trouble, as her colleague John Lewis, with whom she’s just introduced a resolution supporting Americans’ right to participate in boycott movements, likes to say.
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  • "It will be a great thing if Jews, Moslems, browns and Leftists start a campaign of genocide against dogs and cats. This will lead to sharp polarization in the undeclared race war we are already in. The tragedy is that the Whites unwilling to take up arms to defend their own interests might well prove willing to do so to save their pets." - Frei

    https://dailystormer.name/leftists-call-for-animal-sacrifice-we-must-get-rid-of-cats-and-dogs-to-save-the-planet/
    "It will be a great thing if Jews, Moslems, browns and Leftists start a campaign of genocide against dogs and cats. This will lead to sharp polarization in the undeclared race war we are already in. The tragedy is that the Whites unwilling to take up arms to defend their own interests might well prove willing to do so to save their pets." - Frei https://dailystormer.name/leftists-call-for-animal-sacrifice-we-must-get-rid-of-cats-and-dogs-to-save-the-planet/
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  • It is PERMITTED for DEAFNESS to lie, to convinces the non-DEAFNESS INFIDELS the GREATNESS OF DEAFNESS! It is PERMITTED for DEAFNESS TO LIE, CHEAT, and otherwise, COERCES unwilling nonDEAFNESS to CONVERT to DEAFNESS wholeheartedly. If they will NOT convert, then put them to the sword, or any manner of tools that will destroy the non-DEAFNESS INFIDELS!
    It is PERMITTED for DEAFNESS to lie, to convinces the non-DEAFNESS INFIDELS the GREATNESS OF DEAFNESS! It is PERMITTED for DEAFNESS TO LIE, CHEAT, and otherwise, COERCES unwilling nonDEAFNESS to CONVERT to DEAFNESS wholeheartedly. If they will NOT convert, then put them to the sword, or any manner of tools that will destroy the non-DEAFNESS INFIDELS!
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  • "This has led to the situation in which U.S. armed forces are the most powerful in the world by a wide margin, and yet they increasingly run the risk of losing a future war with China or Russia.  The root of the problem is the DoD’s unwillingness thus far to fully come to grips with the reality that its principal competitors are no longer regional threats such as the Iraqs and Yugoslavias of the world, but rather great powers with advanced military forces and the ability to match U.S. escalation."  

    https://viableopposition.blogspot.com/2019/06/why-united-states-could-lose-next-war.html
    "This has led to the situation in which U.S. armed forces are the most powerful in the world by a wide margin, and yet they increasingly run the risk of losing a future war with China or Russia.  The root of the problem is the DoD’s unwillingness thus far to fully come to grips with the reality that its principal competitors are no longer regional threats such as the Iraqs and Yugoslavias of the world, but rather great powers with advanced military forces and the ability to match U.S. escalation."   https://viableopposition.blogspot.com/2019/06/why-united-states-could-lose-next-war.html
    Why the United States Could Lose the Next War
    A  fascinating recent study  by Christopher Dougherty entitled " Why America Needs a New Way of War " at the Center for a New American Secu...
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  • Chapter 4
    “A Foot in the Door”

    During my brief separation from my family, my stepbrother called me at my father’s home. It was a bit of a surprise that he wanted to speak to me, as I had no contact with him since I was a teenager, and that contact was brief in itself.

    Apparently he had heard about my situation and thought that I might be seeking a life change; not to mention his own motives to engage with me at that particular time.

    He told me about a special piece of property that he had found online (after casually searching for an ideal off-grid plot of land for many years). The land that he had found was unique, as it was not only an in holding on state lands, but also a patented gold claim. Well off the beaten path, it was in true wilderness, eight miles from a paved road and four miles behind a locked gate. Sitting atop a mountain in the northernmost section of Central Washington, it seemed completely disconnected from any modern society. It also happened to be quite affordable.

    The entire concept was captivating to me, and so well timed. My growing desire to unplug from the modern world, to live independently, and obtain a more peaceful lifestyle seemed completely congruous with the opportunity he presented. Suddenly there seemed a viable path to an early retirement. All I would need to do is create a new self-sustaining home in the wilderness and move into homesteading.

    When I went to visit the land, it was more beautiful and peaceful than I had imagined. I experienced something that I had rarely (if ever) experienced in life, total silence. The land was rugged and set far above a river valley full of pristine lakes and small apple orchards. There was only one neighbor on this section of the mountain, a man who had been living there alone for more than a decade. He seemed a likely ally in effectively establishing a new home there.

    The land was resource rich and covered in wildlife. It had a large pond, numerous trees, wind and sunshine, and amazing panoramic views. I envisioned building humble and sustainable low-cost structures to live in, windmills and solar power systems, growing gardens, and living out the rest of my life apart from a society that had become my mortal enemy. I might find peace after all.

    I purchased the land immediately, and began creating elaborate plans for development and my family’s transition into a better life.

    My wife was not as enthusiastic about the idea. Being a social person, the thought of living in the remote wilderness was not exactly her cup of tea. She had little interest in going that direction at all, much less devoting financial resources to the wild dreams of an insane man. Though she took some steps to appease my inspiration, it became more and more clear that she had little interest in playing into such lofty dreams.

    Seeking compromise to preserve my family life, I scaled back my plans for the land and sought only meager budget resources to begin construction of a cabin and other components. Perhaps I could at least use the land as a retreat until it became more likely that I might be able to retire there.

    In striving to become more spiritual in my life, I had begun listening more closely to messages that I felt were from Spirit. It had been the inspiration that arose in my heart that drove my purchase of the land in the first place, and it had seemed that Spirit was guiding me with how easily the land came into my possession. I felt that I must trust Spirit’s intention for the land and become less attached my own desires.

    My eldest sister Janice had returned to Washington many months before, from a long stint in Hawaii. While there she had fallen very ill and had returned to Washington State to reclaim her health and to be more proximate to family. Her arrival home was indeed a great boon for our family. She had created re-union events that everyone attended and my siblings and I became more connected than we had been for years.

    Janice’s health greatly improved over the months that had passed since she returned, and she turned intensely and interestingly spiritual. Apparently she had gone through a soul retrieval process with some medicine woman, and had taken to studying under the woman herself. I found it all a bit unconventional, but my curiosity had spiked after seeing the physical transformation. Though I had never met this shaman-woman, the fruits of her works were apparent in the rapid healing of my sister.

    Of course, it seemed out of the question for me to pursue any pagan-type spirituality, as I had been partially raised among Christians who would swear that any path besides one directly through Christ was considered blasphemous and might end me up in an eternity of fiery hell. Besides I found it strange that my sister had started collecting dead animal parts in her home; it just seemed a bit too morbid for me.

    Despite my closed-heartedness, it seemed that Spirit continued to send me messages related to a more shamanic approach to life. Again and again, the topic would come up in my daily life, no matter how often I dismissed it.

    Then a family crisis occurred. My father-in-law in Mount Shasta, California was diagnosed with cancer. He had fairly recently lost his wife to poor health and he was now basically alone when he received the bad news. Knowing that he would need support, my wife and I quickly set out to visit him as he began chemotherapy treatments.

    One night we stayed at a cheap hotel in Weed, California. In the morning, I ventured with my wife and son to the breakfast room for the standard complimentary breakfast. Upon entering the room, I observed a man wearing bright colors and a funny red had going from table to table speaking to the other hotel guests. It was clear that he did not work for the hotel, but was rather a wing nut; probably just being a bother to everyone he could intrude on.

    Quickly I filled my coffee cup and headed out the door, trying not to be noticed by the man. It was too early to put up with such nonsense. I scurried down the hall toward the outer exit, where I hoped to have a smoke and drink my coffee in peace. No sooner did I leave the room than the man followed. By the time I made it to the outer exit, he was upon me and I was obligated to hold the door for him.

    He instantly introduced himself and stated that it was always nice to reunite with another part of him. This deep and spiritual statement immediately captivated me. I could no longer ignore his presence. He joined me outside over a smoke.

    He told me that he was a shaman. He had spent the last five years living in the wilderness, and he spoke about healing work he did through the ceremonial use of bowls. Though his stories were quite abnormal, I abandoned my own will to resist, and sat curious as to why Spirit was bringing more shamanic messages to me.

    Soon my wife and I would return to Washington State, and I would return to work at Microsoft.

    On my first day back to work, I entered the office of a co-worker. He seemed depressed, and I went in to see if I could help to brighten his mood. He was a kind, good looking, and charismatic man. We shared a birthday. He used to be in sales, which he enjoyed a great deal, but since entering into the operations side of the business, he had grown terribly unhappy. We spoke for some time about his and my situations.

    Somewhere during the conversation, he brought up a woman who had greatly influenced his life for the better many years before. He went on to explain how she had also touched numerous other people within the organization with similar results. The fruits of her works and the success that she had brought into the lives of others resonated deeply with me, and reminded me of the medicine woman who had helped my sister so much.

    Out of curiosity and an intuitive knowing, I asked if her name was Char Sundust. Char was the woman who had come to my sister’s aid and who I credited for bringing her back from the edge of death itself. His eyes grew wide open and he exclaimed, “How did you know that?!?” Spirit’s messages were now becoming too obvious. There was something about shamanism, or at least Char Sundust, that I must explore more deeply.

    First however, I must speak directly to God about these messages and my fears. I was still unwilling to pursue any path that I thought might be destructive or blasphemous. After all I was seeking a path of healing and of a truly divine spiritual nature. I was tired of being deceived.

    When I prayed about the subject and then listened, I heard only one message. “If you truly believe in me, then you will find me anywhere you seek.” I decided to see if I could get in touch with this Char Sundust person.

    I still didn’t know Spirit’s plan, but I thought it might possibly have to do with the land I had procured. Perhaps she could use it for a retreat, which I would be happy to offer to someone who had brought so much good into the world. Maybe this was Spirit’s intention.

    I went to my sister to see if I could get an introduction. I told her of the messages I had been receiving from Spirit, and she encouraged me to continue my exploration with courage. She explained that Char was holding a retreat in the coming days and that she would see if I might be able to attend, and to meet Char for myself.

    Sadly the event was reserved for students of Char’s and so I was not allowed to attend. Char did receive the communication of my interest however and I was scheduled to have a phone call with her within a couple of weeks. I stood by in curiosity and went about my life until the day arrived.

    Music: “Shoulders of Giants” (2017)
    https://choon.co/tracks/0sm1pmy5ien/shoulders-of-giants/

    Image: “The Mountain” by Cedar Branches (2013)
    Chapter 4 “A Foot in the Door” During my brief separation from my family, my stepbrother called me at my father’s home. It was a bit of a surprise that he wanted to speak to me, as I had no contact with him since I was a teenager, and that contact was brief in itself. Apparently he had heard about my situation and thought that I might be seeking a life change; not to mention his own motives to engage with me at that particular time. He told me about a special piece of property that he had found online (after casually searching for an ideal off-grid plot of land for many years). The land that he had found was unique, as it was not only an in holding on state lands, but also a patented gold claim. Well off the beaten path, it was in true wilderness, eight miles from a paved road and four miles behind a locked gate. Sitting atop a mountain in the northernmost section of Central Washington, it seemed completely disconnected from any modern society. It also happened to be quite affordable. The entire concept was captivating to me, and so well timed. My growing desire to unplug from the modern world, to live independently, and obtain a more peaceful lifestyle seemed completely congruous with the opportunity he presented. Suddenly there seemed a viable path to an early retirement. All I would need to do is create a new self-sustaining home in the wilderness and move into homesteading. When I went to visit the land, it was more beautiful and peaceful than I had imagined. I experienced something that I had rarely (if ever) experienced in life, total silence. The land was rugged and set far above a river valley full of pristine lakes and small apple orchards. There was only one neighbor on this section of the mountain, a man who had been living there alone for more than a decade. He seemed a likely ally in effectively establishing a new home there. The land was resource rich and covered in wildlife. It had a large pond, numerous trees, wind and sunshine, and amazing panoramic views. I envisioned building humble and sustainable low-cost structures to live in, windmills and solar power systems, growing gardens, and living out the rest of my life apart from a society that had become my mortal enemy. I might find peace after all. I purchased the land immediately, and began creating elaborate plans for development and my family’s transition into a better life. My wife was not as enthusiastic about the idea. Being a social person, the thought of living in the remote wilderness was not exactly her cup of tea. She had little interest in going that direction at all, much less devoting financial resources to the wild dreams of an insane man. Though she took some steps to appease my inspiration, it became more and more clear that she had little interest in playing into such lofty dreams. Seeking compromise to preserve my family life, I scaled back my plans for the land and sought only meager budget resources to begin construction of a cabin and other components. Perhaps I could at least use the land as a retreat until it became more likely that I might be able to retire there. In striving to become more spiritual in my life, I had begun listening more closely to messages that I felt were from Spirit. It had been the inspiration that arose in my heart that drove my purchase of the land in the first place, and it had seemed that Spirit was guiding me with how easily the land came into my possession. I felt that I must trust Spirit’s intention for the land and become less attached my own desires. My eldest sister Janice had returned to Washington many months before, from a long stint in Hawaii. While there she had fallen very ill and had returned to Washington State to reclaim her health and to be more proximate to family. Her arrival home was indeed a great boon for our family. She had created re-union events that everyone attended and my siblings and I became more connected than we had been for years. Janice’s health greatly improved over the months that had passed since she returned, and she turned intensely and interestingly spiritual. Apparently she had gone through a soul retrieval process with some medicine woman, and had taken to studying under the woman herself. I found it all a bit unconventional, but my curiosity had spiked after seeing the physical transformation. Though I had never met this shaman-woman, the fruits of her works were apparent in the rapid healing of my sister. Of course, it seemed out of the question for me to pursue any pagan-type spirituality, as I had been partially raised among Christians who would swear that any path besides one directly through Christ was considered blasphemous and might end me up in an eternity of fiery hell. Besides I found it strange that my sister had started collecting dead animal parts in her home; it just seemed a bit too morbid for me. Despite my closed-heartedness, it seemed that Spirit continued to send me messages related to a more shamanic approach to life. Again and again, the topic would come up in my daily life, no matter how often I dismissed it. Then a family crisis occurred. My father-in-law in Mount Shasta, California was diagnosed with cancer. He had fairly recently lost his wife to poor health and he was now basically alone when he received the bad news. Knowing that he would need support, my wife and I quickly set out to visit him as he began chemotherapy treatments. One night we stayed at a cheap hotel in Weed, California. In the morning, I ventured with my wife and son to the breakfast room for the standard complimentary breakfast. Upon entering the room, I observed a man wearing bright colors and a funny red had going from table to table speaking to the other hotel guests. It was clear that he did not work for the hotel, but was rather a wing nut; probably just being a bother to everyone he could intrude on. Quickly I filled my coffee cup and headed out the door, trying not to be noticed by the man. It was too early to put up with such nonsense. I scurried down the hall toward the outer exit, where I hoped to have a smoke and drink my coffee in peace. No sooner did I leave the room than the man followed. By the time I made it to the outer exit, he was upon me and I was obligated to hold the door for him. He instantly introduced himself and stated that it was always nice to reunite with another part of him. This deep and spiritual statement immediately captivated me. I could no longer ignore his presence. He joined me outside over a smoke. He told me that he was a shaman. He had spent the last five years living in the wilderness, and he spoke about healing work he did through the ceremonial use of bowls. Though his stories were quite abnormal, I abandoned my own will to resist, and sat curious as to why Spirit was bringing more shamanic messages to me. Soon my wife and I would return to Washington State, and I would return to work at Microsoft. On my first day back to work, I entered the office of a co-worker. He seemed depressed, and I went in to see if I could help to brighten his mood. He was a kind, good looking, and charismatic man. We shared a birthday. He used to be in sales, which he enjoyed a great deal, but since entering into the operations side of the business, he had grown terribly unhappy. We spoke for some time about his and my situations. Somewhere during the conversation, he brought up a woman who had greatly influenced his life for the better many years before. He went on to explain how she had also touched numerous other people within the organization with similar results. The fruits of her works and the success that she had brought into the lives of others resonated deeply with me, and reminded me of the medicine woman who had helped my sister so much. Out of curiosity and an intuitive knowing, I asked if her name was Char Sundust. Char was the woman who had come to my sister’s aid and who I credited for bringing her back from the edge of death itself. His eyes grew wide open and he exclaimed, “How did you know that?!?” Spirit’s messages were now becoming too obvious. There was something about shamanism, or at least Char Sundust, that I must explore more deeply. First however, I must speak directly to God about these messages and my fears. I was still unwilling to pursue any path that I thought might be destructive or blasphemous. After all I was seeking a path of healing and of a truly divine spiritual nature. I was tired of being deceived. When I prayed about the subject and then listened, I heard only one message. “If you truly believe in me, then you will find me anywhere you seek.” I decided to see if I could get in touch with this Char Sundust person. I still didn’t know Spirit’s plan, but I thought it might possibly have to do with the land I had procured. Perhaps she could use it for a retreat, which I would be happy to offer to someone who had brought so much good into the world. Maybe this was Spirit’s intention. I went to my sister to see if I could get an introduction. I told her of the messages I had been receiving from Spirit, and she encouraged me to continue my exploration with courage. She explained that Char was holding a retreat in the coming days and that she would see if I might be able to attend, and to meet Char for myself. Sadly the event was reserved for students of Char’s and so I was not allowed to attend. Char did receive the communication of my interest however and I was scheduled to have a phone call with her within a couple of weeks. I stood by in curiosity and went about my life until the day arrived. Music: “Shoulders of Giants” (2017) https://choon.co/tracks/0sm1pmy5ien/shoulders-of-giants/ Image: “The Mountain” by Cedar Branches (2013)
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  • "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."

    Yet communists would have it that we ALL be like the first, waits for the communists to feed us, to clothe us, to tell us what to think and what to do. That's PURE SLAVERY.

    Capitalism teaches us to learn how to feed ourselves by catching fish, aka money in order to feed ourselves, clothe ourselves, and be free to think for ourselves, on what to do in our own lives. This is the best thing. Freedom gives us this.

    Under socialism/communism, it is DEATH. Not allowed to move, not allowed to think, not allowed to feed yourself, except with socialists/communists' permission. THIS IS PURE SLAVERY.

    What is the hell's wrong with these braindead morons who prefers to be a child, unwilling to grow up, to learn to feed and cloth and look after yourself without any need for dependence on outside aka The State, aka the communist government? They are braindead indeed.

    Far better to be strong and hard and independent to seek out wealth, in order to feed yourself, clothe yourself, put roof over your head, live independently, and help others who desires the same, to be FREE!

    Under capitalism, what you earn, you keeps, you OWNS your earnings, you owns your properties, you owns your clothes, your foods, you OWNS. No one can take it, until you are willing to sell. This is PURE FREEDOM.

    Under communism, end result of socialism: What you earn, the state confiscates. You have no properties, no clothes, unless the State tells you can wear this, live in this hovel, and the foods you are GIVEN, by the State, usually are crap, inferior, horrible.

    Under socialism/communism, STARVATION is the result - STARVATION OF SPIRITS, STARVATION OF FAITH, STARVATION OF MORALS, STARVATION OF LIFE!

    Capitalism is vastly more better than socialism/communism, in any way shape or form.

    I shit on your soicalists, I shit on your communists, I shit on you islamists, I shit on all you morons who thinks life is better without FREEDOM. Morons, dolts, retards, thats' all you are!

    FREEDOM OR DEATH! LIBERTY OR DEATH!

    https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/give_a_man_a_fish_and_you_feed_him_for_a_day;_teach_a_man_to_fish_and_you_feed_him_for_a_lifetime
    "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." Yet communists would have it that we ALL be like the first, waits for the communists to feed us, to clothe us, to tell us what to think and what to do. That's PURE SLAVERY. Capitalism teaches us to learn how to feed ourselves by catching fish, aka money in order to feed ourselves, clothe ourselves, and be free to think for ourselves, on what to do in our own lives. This is the best thing. Freedom gives us this. Under socialism/communism, it is DEATH. Not allowed to move, not allowed to think, not allowed to feed yourself, except with socialists/communists' permission. THIS IS PURE SLAVERY. What is the hell's wrong with these braindead morons who prefers to be a child, unwilling to grow up, to learn to feed and cloth and look after yourself without any need for dependence on outside aka The State, aka the communist government? They are braindead indeed. Far better to be strong and hard and independent to seek out wealth, in order to feed yourself, clothe yourself, put roof over your head, live independently, and help others who desires the same, to be FREE! Under capitalism, what you earn, you keeps, you OWNS your earnings, you owns your properties, you owns your clothes, your foods, you OWNS. No one can take it, until you are willing to sell. This is PURE FREEDOM. Under communism, end result of socialism: What you earn, the state confiscates. You have no properties, no clothes, unless the State tells you can wear this, live in this hovel, and the foods you are GIVEN, by the State, usually are crap, inferior, horrible. Under socialism/communism, STARVATION is the result - STARVATION OF SPIRITS, STARVATION OF FAITH, STARVATION OF MORALS, STARVATION OF LIFE! Capitalism is vastly more better than socialism/communism, in any way shape or form. I shit on your soicalists, I shit on your communists, I shit on you islamists, I shit on all you morons who thinks life is better without FREEDOM. Morons, dolts, retards, thats' all you are! FREEDOM OR DEATH! LIBERTY OR DEATH! https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/give_a_man_a_fish_and_you_feed_him_for_a_day;_teach_a_man_to_fish_and_you_feed_him_for_a_lifetime
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