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| The diameters of the Moon, the Sun and the Earth using decimal parity all reduce down to 9 (the number of Spirit.) See, work of Scott Onstott; also see, https://blog.world-mysteries.com/ science/unbelievable-cosmic-coincidences/ |
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| 13 stars, 13 olive leaves, 13 arrows, etc., ad nauseum; See, http://www.masoncode.com/the-great-seal-america/ |
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| Mark Twain (1835-1910) American par excellence |
"It's easier to fool a man than to convince him that he's been fooled."
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the
majority, it is time to pause and reflect."
"Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being
run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean
it."
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When I conduct my daily life
I can’t help wondering about others who are doing the same. And then I compare
myself to them in an attempt to understand similarities and differences. Reading through the above quotes, I imagine that Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain) did that very thing himself.
As for me, myself, and I — I begin with a mind-body-soul premise, being mindful that we are human beings endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, just as the American Declaration of Independence succinctly states.
It is incumbent upon us, then, to care for ourselves: to keep a clear, logically thinking, inquisitive and reasoning mind; to be vigilant about keeping our bodies fit and healthy; and to properly maintain the everyday faith, hope and charity that feeds our souls. All of the above give us nourishment and stamina.
This state of being should naturally lead one to live by convictions steeped in courage, integrity and backbone, which of course must be tempered by humility. The source of humility is the acknowledgement that, but for the grace of God working in our lives, all is for naught. Yet one wonders, as Mark Twain obviously did, how many among us in our day-to-day lives aspire to lofty ideals or engage in all that much self-reflection, let alone self-correction.
I like to think that grace manifests as wisdom and humor, as one is filled with poetic wonder regarding the natural world and the ever-present mysteries of the supernatural. After all, human beings inhabit both natural and supernatural dimensions simultaneously.
For me, I sense that when we are not apprehending God’s grace working in our lives, our lives are lacking in purpose; they are incomplete. Twain, however, seems as resigned in his opinions as those being observed, whom, we may imagine, are just as resigned to living lives by simply "mucking along."
What I mean is that underlying Twain's acerbic wit concerning the (so-called) "human condition," I detect a certain fatalism; that we are cursed with a sort of collective amnesia and it hinders our ability to analyze with much introspection into our broken condition as Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve. Still, what makes Twain's quotations so precious is that we recognize the human jack-ass of which he speaks at the same moment we recognize it is our humanity that allows us to realize such notions about ourselves and others.
Moving to higher ground —
The opportunity of discovering the simple truth (viz., who we are and how we govern ourselves), is found in the priceless adventure of living one’s life. Usually long stretches of time, experienced in an ongoing lifetime, are required for a person ultimately to find real and true life in communion with the Godhead. If that is so, this fact of life is the foundation for holding life itself so very dear, while engaging our liberty and pursuing true happiness.
Following this line of thought, I'd say that honoring God by honoring ourselves and others animates our lives toward truth, goodness and beauty. If we conduct ourselves in accordance with virtue — with love, patience and tenacity — our lives are good. This simple formula is all I seek in my life. Ideally, it enables me to be strong-yet-meek, fortifying me with a willingness to endure any and all trials and tribulations. In short, this path is well-suited to be the basis for the happiness we pursue.
Am I reading too much into these Mark Twain quotes? I probably am. Maybe I'm making them too complicated. And yet I imagine that something deeper must be lurking behind the simple truths in these quotations.
So when I look out upon others — to see what they look like and to observe how they comport themselves — and I compare myself to them, I imagine that they, too, do the same with regard to me. Each of us is a walking, talking laboratory; each of us interacts with others, all of us always wondering as we reflect upon each others' words and deeds. The world around us is a grand smorgasbord of thoughts, feelings, impressions that are processed continually within a constant flow of action/reaction.
Because I believe that all human beings are entitled to live out their lives in order to self-realize what is touched upon herein, I love life and all that promotes it; I hold sacred all that is in harmony with life. While I accept death and the mortality of physical being as an inevitable and inescapable fact, I also keep in mind the immortality of the soul. (Thus it is that the spiritual aspect of my being is what prompts my pro-life stance. Babies, in utero or newly-born, are entitled to their lives, perhaps even more so than us older, less innocent mortals.)
Human beings must be accorded their unalienable rights to be free and to live their lives as they see fit, while according the same dignity to others and to respect all living creatures around them. This is what is known as The Golden Rule. Life is what allows us to develop our physical, mental and spiritual selves in both rudimentary and complex ways. This precious and mysterious time-span, allotted to each of us (to one extent or another), needs to be respected and not unduly interfered with by other people or human institutions.
This is a simple way forward, a simple credo. It is what has prompted me to stay on-guard against all institutions, public (i.e., government) and private (viz., non-profits and large corporate entities in particular). These overarching institutions employ individuals to administer and enforce their institutional objectives. But enforcement of unwarranted interference in people’s lives is evil; it contradicts everything that is good and right about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness by alienating the God-given unalienable rights of We the People; it gets in the way of Huck and Jim setting out down the Mississippi River and tends to put a kibosh on Tom Sawyer's motley adventures.
So when I ponder Mark Twain’s words of wit and wisdom I am comforted to know that some other human being has expressed his own suspicions and disaffection for the frailties of humans and their institutions. In fact, there's a Mark Twain built into the American soul. And if you don't think so, then you are probably the butt of the joke, easily discernible in Twain's above quotations!
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| I can’t imagine giving up the
rights to my DNA as ransom to get back to a world that will never exist again. |
[Source: https://www.quitefrankly.tv/ ]
Formerly we suffered from crimes — now we suffer from
laws. - Tacitus
The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws. - Tacitus
A desire to resist oppression is implanted in the nature of man. - Tacitus
Think about it. People give
samples of their DNA to ancestry.com and other genealogy companies. Is that
wise? I mean, we safeguard our social security numbers, right? But when it
comes to the essence of one’s biological self — that’s not as “sacrosanct”?
That is DNA quandary number one.
Next, and more nefarious by far, is receiving these experimental, muta-genetic materials — DNA-altering nanoparticles, et al. — into our bodies that are masquerading as “vaccines.” It is, in fact, genetic engineering. Would you prefer to stay away from food that is genetically modified, viz., GMO “food.” I sure would. So why would you then accept being injected with a GMO serum? I certainly and absolutely wouldn’t.
People send out their DNA to questionable destinations and unthinkingly accept DNA-altering substances into their bodies, and why?
· The first has to do with understanding your family tree, your past, and discovering new family relations, which has the potential for changing and improving your “situatedness” within the present and future;
· The second has to do with a hope to keep you safe (albeit from an easily curable flu strain) while offering “certification” to enable you to “return to normal,’ i.e., to be able to travel and mingle among others without concern, etc. Again, it's an attempt at changing your present and future. [In reality, vaxxers are only really virtue-signaling their desire to retain the (wrongly perceived) safety, security and comfort of their familiar (false) reality. - Author's Komment]
Good luck returning to a world that is no longer there—the world of fiat-money banking based on debt instruments, bankers’ wars, and false institutions. There is a new world beckoning us all, steeped in time-tested values and spiritual faith but activated by a consciousness of truth as never before encountered and only imagined heretofore— a world wherein money is not based upon debt, in which you are not enslaved to debt but are immersed in knowledge, wisdom and free speech, all premised on institutions based firmly upon truth instead of avarice and corrupt political expediency.
The old world of STUPID is quickly drying up and is about to blow away. Trying to “stay safe, with a guarantee of returning to STUPID” is the stupidest thing going right now. Doing that depends upon fear-spawning-ignorance and an absence or degenerated faith in God in order to succeed. So go get “jabbed” and read your ancestry.com reports and stay in STUPID, stupid; enjoy your wish fulfillment to return to the land where God is Dead. I got better things to do and a better world to live-in and to pass-on to those who will inherit the Earth.
When I was a lad, my father
took aim at a pigeon on our roof with his trusty BB gun. He fired and the
pigeon came crashing down. He hit the poor thing right between the eyes. We few
kids standing around, having just witnessed the fowl event, were all speechless. All
my father was trying to do was to scare it away to keep it from shitting and
nesting and doing whatever pigeons do on people’s roofs.
That old BB gun, a rifle really, shot copper BBs. I recall coming across it down in my aunt’s basement a few years back. One particular day I began wondering if it was still down there. It wasn’t. So I sent out a group text to my siblings asking if any of them might have it in their possession. I got the usual snide, mocking comments. No one had any idea where it might have gone. All I hoped was to enjoy using it again for some target practice.
Undeterred, I’m resolved to make a more thorough search of the basement…
In the meantime, my energies are focused on trying to build a shed. Now this project had been in my head for at least ten years. Recently, though, I was able to access four huge, sturdy shipping crates. They were free for the hauling and this find lit a shed-building fire beneath me.
After cleaning up an existing concrete slab I set these tall crates on end, side-by-side, two on each end, about ten feet apart. I set them up on cinder blocks, which made them seven feet tall, and together they were about eight feet wide. I had lots of lumber and plywood around that was scavenged over the years. So a rough plan began taking shape in my mind to cobble together this shed as best I could — and, of course, to do it as cheaply as possible. (Another factor in my mind was avoiding the buying of materials so as to eliminate the stupidity of mask-wearing in order to procure them.)
When I wasn’t trying to do shed calculations, my mind would sort of naturally return to more exotic thoughts, thoughts of sailing away to the South Sea Islands in the Pacific Ocean (the Kingdom-Island of Tonga in particular). Surely the remoteness there would be a welcome refuge from the techno-demonic, socio-political shit-show going on since President Trump made his tactical retreat last January.
And yet such thoughts would predictably come crashing up against counter-thoughts of wife and family and wondering if and how they might figure-in to my get-away plan. In my opinion it is healthy to entertain a desire for peace and quiet, solitude and serenity — however that desire arises and whatever form it takes.
A few weeks ago my old woodworking job came back to me when the apprentice slot opened back up again. This coincided with my determination to embrace Anna von Rietziger’s American National repatriation plan that had recently been streamlined. And so I was back doing some woodworking with my friend, taking care of my elderly aunt a few days a week, and entertaining the usual exotic fantasies…and then some.
I had just sold my '80 MGB and had a few extra bucks to do some projects, like shed-building. And in a whirlwind I also decided to get my teeth in-order. This meant a trek westward to Cumberland, Maryland, to a new dentist, a “biological dentist.” And since I was going that way, I decided to keep going a bit further to Somerset, Pennsylvania. There were maintenance chores to be done up there.
So you see, there are lots of weird tasks percolating; a huge amalgam of thoughts, aspirations, pursuits, dreams and visions, are all coalescing together as Spring begins warming-up the air. Yes, I will be up in Somerset, PA to do some maintenance on the old family house there. And I've kept in touch with a local lass who helped inspire my last book. Part of the impetus of going there is to spend a little time getting to know her. And, lest any readers impute some dark, lustful motive to this seeming bit of deviltry, I will simply say in my defense that I like this woman, she likes me, and we’re up for some friendship, whether it’s an “emotional affair” or otherwise; either is dangerous, but then, I’ve always flirted with danger.
Whatever complications may arise from it, friendship is always worthwhile in my book (especially when some long-time “friends” had recently turned their backs on me for no real reason I was able to figure, other than they just didn’t seem to like me anymore).
So life's good, in spite of welchers, wampum woes, and the witless, jay-walking, mask-wearing Puddleglums all over the place these days.
In a few hours I meet again with my new ozone therapy medical doctor whose intriguing interests have taken him beyond kinesiology. We'll see where his skills may take me. All I know is that I am loving the warmer weather as I emerge from the same ol’-same ol’ winter doldrums.
Yes, everything seems like “crabs and crumpets”, “fricasseed frogs and eel pie” — colorful phrases borrowed from my reading of The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, a thick, lovely adventure book.
Consequently, I’ll search for that old BB gun, get that shed built, whip this old body into shape, and engage in fix-up work, while fiddling away within some old and some new dreams, visions, and fantasies, all of which are worthwhile and stimulating. Pioneering and exploring is what I love best, all of which comes under the heading “Weird Task Ministry.”
And this reminds me: interspersed among all of the above was my drafting (this week) of an appeal for my cousin Pat’s latest piece of legal bad luck, wherein he inadvertently passed a standing school bus and was hit by a $450 fine and a proposed, 60-day suspension of his driver’s license. I shot up to Somerset to file that appeal in another blitzkrieg mission of mercy.
So, if the mule don’t die and the crick don’t freeze, maybe a few things will get done around here (and elsewhere), in between slogging along in that same old rut.
I need dreams, don’t I? Don’t we all!
In the final analysis we human beans are creatures of “doing and being,” or as Miss Connie used to say on that old TV show, Romper Room — we should all strive to be good “Do-Bees.” Agreed!
