Cut & Paste

This scripture suits many who strive for power but are not fit for this kind of responsibility.

Giving glory to God & sharing something that was shared with me today on Facebook.

This is a cut & paste comment I cut & pasted to my blog. Author unknown.

OK, I’m going to try to be empathetic with this one. I won’t call it a hoax because I believe it exists. I believe there is a virus that sickened some, I also believe it even killed some. Killed, as in the actual primary cause of their death…… AKA, someone who wouldn’t have otherwise passed away if it weren’t for this virus. So I’m going to go out on a limb here and risk a few more lost “friends” with this statement……. I honestly think that this whole chaotic mess will go down in history as the biggest, most costly, most fear inducing, most panic causing RUSE, EVER perpetrated against mankind.

It’s given birth to some really horrible offspring, some incredibly intrusive and invasive government intervention. It’s revealed our greed and our capability for hatred & deceit. It’s turned neighbor against neighbor, community against community, State against State, and even Country against Country.

This was a perfect opportunity to see what we were made of, if we would choose presumed safety over freedom, if we would choose government controlled privileges over God given rights, and most importantly, what we might be willing to trade off to make a deal with the “devil“. Honestly, LOOK at us…..

We bought out all the toilet paper, we bought out all the sanitizer and wipes, we made masks, we reported our neighbors and friends who didn’t comply with the “rules”, we even stepped 6 feet away from the people we shook hands with a week prior or even hugged.

As sheep, we got a 98 on this test, some even got extra credit for showing extra fear, but as humans and as a society, we failed miserably.

And as Americans, we totally failed. We come from bloodlines where when things didn’t feel right, we resisted, we fought and “usually” won. Oh sure, the Canadians kicked our ass one time, but today they’re much like us. But seriously, in a month or two, take a look back on how easily this divided us, not just nations, but even here in our own neighborhoods, even among families!

Remember the times when an emergency would bring us together??? A hurricane, a flood, a tornado or snow-storm??? I do! We shared EVERYTHING, took care of each other, made it all work out for all involved. We NEED to get back to that, we need to remember that we are NOT each others competition or enemy, but rather that we are friends and neighbors.

We really only have one common enemy, and that’s the one that want’s to divide us so it can more easily conquer us. Call it a virus, call it the government, call it whatever you wish…… BUT the bottom line is, for as long as we stand side by side, together, NOTHING has a chance. Look at history and you’ll see how wars were started. Yes, every single one!!! Turn one faction against the other and watch attrition take over. You pick, race, religion, politics, ethnicity, class or caste…… DON”T let “them” do it again, EVER!!!!

This is a comment I am adding: Many years ago I heard some pastor say that our current society is merely coasting on the fumes of their forefathers Christianity & when that is gone, we were doomed as a people. I agree. There is a reason that Jesus really is the Savior of the World for unless His commandment of loving one another is strictly adhered to, we haven’t got a prayer, literally.

A Day in May

May is normally my favorite month. This year I am “sweltering” in place as ordered & only go out when I need to so far. If my governor extends this any further than the end of May, I will be among the next group protesting & by then there will be many.

In the mean time I will try not to bitch though this is a screen capture of my post on Facebook today. When I took early retirement I moved to a small town in the middle of a nice tourist area of Michigan with lots of lakes in the Irish Hills. This “lockdown” is not working out for me. For any of us.

Meanwhile I found this Very appropriate poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Remember that God works in mysterious ways & is not mocked. Also remember that “Karma is a patient gangsta’!” Don’t fear. It effects God’s power working in you.

Always love.

Have a blessed evening. Remember to pray & never give up. The people have always had the power in love. Love & Faith can move mountains.

Pandemic or Plandemic?

The timing & the outrageously well orchestrated response to this “pandemic” is questionable to any thinking individual. Many have brought their concerns to light. The media condemns or mocks them. Why? What do they care what a fool has to say? They shouldn’t. Fools are usually ignored but speak the truth in an environment of lies & deceit & you will be destroyed or silenced at all cost.

It’s not just the non-stop mind controlling mainstream media celebrity propaganda videos they created that make all this seem very artificial & terrifying. If I only listened to the mainstream I would be upset about what is happening but not as concerned as I am right now. I am hearing so many professionals speak out about how wrong the treatment for this “virus” is & that they are told to follow specific protocol. They also remark on how oddly this so called virus is responding to various treatments. Doctors have always been able to chose what is best for their patients, but suddenly they are no longer allowed this freedom.

It’s like all of our freedoms that have suddenly disappeared “for our own good.” Even the right to walk in the sunlight or run our own business has been stolen from us by the same insidious global commie loving idiots that continue to bring destruction in so many other areas of our lives & our world. This will be stopped one way or the other. The truth always comes out about evil power mongers that get too carried away with themselves as long as there are people (heroes) brave enough to do what is needed to contain them.

I am upset that we are being told things that are not true & giving patients care that is actually killing them instead of what it should be doing. I really feel like I’m in some Twilight Zone nightmare where those who are supposed to heal you, those you are supposed to be able to trust are being told to do things that are the opposite of your best interest. There’s a reason that “Question Authority” is a thing.

Maybe some involved are just “doing what they are told to do” but that’s what the Nazi soldiers did back in their holocaust. How many will be speaking out shortly in hearings or a courtroom setting about being “given orders” to do things that killed their patients & they knew beforehand this would be the case but did it anyway? Don’t ever give credence to a fool who tells you to do what you know is not the right thing.

Why the push for vaccines again using words like Global & Mandatory? Why this “bio_chip” which some are calling the Mark of the Beast? How can someone like Bill Gates, who has not been trained in epidemiology, be given any credibility on this topic? This white elitist main concern since become rich & famous has been population control & oddly enough much of it is based in Africa. It’s a fact that some vaccines can cause more harm than good in certain individuals, the less tested, the more problematic. If these people who can’t be trusted, who place profit over human life, were to “test” vaccines before public release, would they lie about results & risk delaying their profits?

Found this comment on Facebook today & created a meme from it.

I will say, these are all my opinions of what I believe is going on & I pray to God that I am wrong about some being so diabolically evil & stupid they would try to design something for their own personal demented agenda with no regard for human life. Sadly, I see the same people that appear to be responsible as the same that do not have any regard for the lives of the unborn of the poor & minority or those who they label “deplorable.” If you don’t think history keeps repeating & that human nature is what it is, pure evil, think again.

Words matter. Abortion = murder of “non-essential” babies. “Non-essential” means what exactly to these same people in the adult community? Listen to how easily these fools use that term when it applies to others. They best start looking in that mirror for “non-essential” because to me evil people are the most “non-essential” of anyone.

This is why I keep “harping” on the fact that Jesus is the Savior of the world. We know it. Everyone knows it, even the heathen that refuses to admit it. By us keeping the commandment of loving one another, this kind of stuff would not be happening & if a virus did break out, we would know that it was something natural & therefore easy to defeat. We can’t defeat some “Franken-virus” some ahole cooks up in a lab because it’s man, not God made. If you follow Christ you will keep his commandment of love & not because you feel like it. Because it was commanded of you to do so.

Prayers Needed

in the name of Jesus!

I have hesitated to post anything since Halloween.  I had mentioned that a family member was in the hospital at that time.  It’s my youngest brother and the prognosis is not good.  Apparently he is in late stage Liver failure and it’s more than likely due to his lifestyle when he was younger.  I know he does drink regularly but many people do and don’t have this happen to them.

He has been a heavy drinker most of his adult life especially when he was in the lead singer in a Heavy Metal Band many years ago with a lifestyle that went with it.  They played in many of the rock and roll clubs in Detroit and the suburbs.

My brother is on the left.

I was originally told that my brother was injured when he lifted something heavy and tore his esophagus.  This happened due to the thinning and weakening of the membranes making bleeding a huge danger.  He must have already been quite ill for some time but never said anything, as many of us don’t until it’s too late.  I have heard of cirrhosis of the liver before but never knew that it actually can make your body sort of deteriorate where you have bleeding all through your body, sometimes severe enough to cause death.  I have been reading up on this condition to find out as much as I can.

He had emergency surgery on November 1st for esophageal bleeding, was in the hospital approximately one week recuperating and having more tests, was released and collapsed a few days later at home in a much worse condition with more widespread bleeding.  He was in a coma for approximately 11 or 12 days and started waking up a few days ago.  He has been in ICU because it does not look good, he could pass at any time.  He was just taken off the ventilator a few days ago when I was there on Thanksgiving and it broke my heart to see my brother with tubes all over his body knowing any time might be the last time and having him plead with me to bring him back home.

He has no energy and kept saying “help me” and “take me home with you” in the tiniest whisper changing from lucid one minute to not making any sense the next.  The nurse told me this was common due to high blood ammonia from the liver.  When I had to leave due to the 2 hour drive back home before dark, he kept saying “don’t go.”  Until a pretty nurse came into the room, then I could leave.

One of my daughter-in-laws was able to feed him a tiny amount of thickened liquid yesterday as well.  He has a feeding tube and is not supposed to have much by mouth right now, anything can cause this bleeding again but since they can’t just have him stay this way in ICU, they are trying to see if he can tolerate stuff so they can eventually get him out of there and he can actually come back home.

One of the nurses said if he can get through this crisis and follow Doctors orders there might be a possibility to get on a transplant list if he gets stronger.  If I qualify I would not hesitate to donate part of my liver.  My liver tests looked good a couple months ago.  I have hardly ever drank, smoked or took drugs my entire life so I am hoping that it’s a possibility though age is also a qualifying factor.  I forget the older you get the less valuable your life becomes in our society.

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Clinging Desperately to Any Branch of my Family Tree

Was going to write a pleasant, congenial blog post about trees so I didn’t have to be real about what I have been feeling as of late.  I have decided to go another route completely and make this “branch” prompt about branches on my family tree.  The heck with trees, I just want to talk some truth today.  I’m actually allowing my brain to “regurgitate” all kinds of krap that I hold inside of myself.  I think getting my DNA tests back and researching various family is causing me to feel things that I usually choose to push way back as I live my life on automatic.  I was in such a bad mood yesterday after a distant relative “innocently” made a very thoughtless and incorrect comment about my life to me and I flew off the handle.  My mood has not improved as I have had time to reflect on many things.

Some of you might have read some things I posted about a year ago when I was finding out more things about my family that I had not known or was not sure about.  That is when I received a few things from a family member regarding news coverage of the vicious crimes my father was involved in before I was born and that he was only captured when the police shot out their stolen car and stopped he and his “gang.”

My parents marriage was a freak show that lasted 19 years with many hiccups along the way.  They were separated many times for various reasons such as other women or incarcerations.  There was that one time that my father was actually one of the Detroit 59er’s but that was a complete “bust” as well.  A person with a positive brain would concentrate on this story, but that’s not what I’m going to do since my father decided to get drunk and give up as usual.   He has so many opportunities I could only dream of and threw them all away for whatever reason.

My mother had a chance to divorce him when she was incarcerated while pregnant with me as a possible accessory to his criminal actions and a few times after that but she wouldn’t let go.  It wasn’t until recently when I heard someone explain the psychological make up of those that choose to stay with narcissists did it make sense to me.  They were a perfect fit.  She hated herself and he agreed with her.  He continued to commit various crimes in between infrequent employment, running around with other women, drinking and brain operations to help ease grand mal seizures caused by scar tissue received falling from a horse as a young teen.

Never heard any stories about my father because neither of his parents cared about him or their grandchildren.  I never knew either one of them.  I met his alcoholic father a few times but he never said a word to me the times we were down to their farm years ago. His mother took off because of his father’s drinking and refusal to hold a job and she never looked back.  She didn’t want her son, because he cramped her style trying to find another man.  I don’t really know what she was doing but she managed to move all over the country for a while until she came back to Detroit to fulfill her dream of marrying a wealthy man.

I saw her for a short time while we lived in an old farmhouse in the country nearby owned my her new hubby.  He owned a number of businesses and homes in and around metro Detroit.  My father was running one of the businesses until he began stealing from his own father in law because whatever he was being paid and living in a free house was not good enough for him.  He was fired and we were kicked out, forcing him into yet another mediocre job to survive and moving into a very run down, rat infested home in Detroit.

My dad was nice looking and could be very fun and charming when he wanted to be.  I will say as abusive as he was when he was drunk, I still preferred him over my mom.  He taught me to play the guitar, banjo and the piano, loved animals and shared everything he had with me like his collection of records including John Lee Hooker and Johnny Cash and his only guitar.  With my mother everything was “you don’t need this, no you can’t have it.”  My father was never good with money and sometimes even at our poorest, he would say “hey kids, let’s go down for some ice cream.”  My mother would say “they don’t need ice cream” because she knew we couldn’t afford it but my dad would say he knew we didn’t “need” it but he wanted to get it for us anyway.

My mother was an odd, inhibited, beaten down person that didn’t like to cook or clean house and completely ignored her family unless she was fighting with my father about something.  She had to be suffering from depression but was never treated for it.   She would vacillate between being lost in books and newspapers completely ignoring us to lashing out if you provoked her and we loved to provoke her just to get any kind of reaction.  My brothers still talk about how we knew our mom was not paying attention to us so we would ask or tell her outrageous things to hear her pat answer of “that’s nice kids.”  Stuff like “mom, Bryan just set the house on fire.”  “That’s nice kids.”  We would laugh!  “Hey mom, Bob just stabbed Bryan.”  “That’s nice kids.”  Course we stopped laughing when he actually did it one day.

My mother was also a victim of a closed head injury when she was hit by a Trolly in Detroit as a teen, suffered a severe concussion as well as fractured skull.  She was is a coma for quite some time according to my grandmother but fully recovered having to relearn some things which put her back a year with no memory of the incident.  My mother’s intellect never appeared to be affected and she love to put the rest of us down or laugh at my dad because he was not very bright.  Can’t imagine why he chose the company of other women to her and always spent as much time away from the house as possible.

As I write this out and edit so many things are becoming clear like why the chip on my shoulder is so large and why I have so much pain and emptiness inside of me.  I never had the love that I needed so desperately.  Many of us don’t.  I was never invited, never felt welcome, was always considered a misfit or an outcast, just like the rest of my sad, loveless family.  I never meant for this post to develop as a bitch fest about my parents but folks have to realize we are all victims of circumstance no matter what our station in life.

Years ago I finally told my mother that I never felt loved by her or anyone in my family.  She was half-assed defensive about it but I told her our family was unGodly.  The Word of God was NEVER spoken in our house and where there is no God there is no love.  I truly believe that.  I believe the only reason I survived this freak show somewhat intact was that I did get to live my first four years with my Christian Aunt and those years are the most formative even if you cannot remember everything that happened.  My sister and I used to stay with her and my maternal Gram on weekends after that because it was too hard for my parents to take care of us all.  I am not a well-adjusted person nor do I cope with things well because I feel every slight or disappointment that happens is just another reminder that I will never win in my life and I am right.  It’s not a good feeling.  When I was younger I could convince myself that things were going to get better.  I was wrong.

I can pray all I want but I know the spiritual truth of this evil world because I’ve lived it.  The more good I do, the worse things that happen in my life.  God only knows why because sometimes good things do happen to good people but more often than not “no good deed goes unpunished.”  That saying came about like Murphy’s Law, from real people living real lives and seeing certain things in action, not in wish-fulfillment.  I believe in praying to God to thank Him for each day and for strength and mercy but I have given up on the dream that I will ever have things the way I think they should be in my life and in the world.  I have seen such suffering and pain in others as well as myself that defies any logic of spiritual reciprocation.  The great thing about that is that is does not discourage me because that’s not why I do things.  God knows my heart that when I do it, I do it freely for Him, not for a favor from Him.

Those that have many trials have to decide to how they wish to respond to those trials.  I just saw something the other day about the load some have to carry is not about the weight but how you choose to carry it that will break you.  I know some alcoholics that bitch and moan and cry about the same thing all the time because for some reason they cannot mature enough inside themselves to understand that this is life and sometimes there’s not a damned thing you can do about it no matter how hard you try.  Which means grow up and deal with it instead of feeling sorry for yourself.  Develop a grateful heart, a heart for God.  A heart for revenge if you must.  Revenge against evil and that is in doing good.  This type of thinking helps me cope with my reality.