David Buckleat11:1? 1992 happened; we weren’t done yet. 3rdonlive.WordPress.com/5551 Posted 10 days ago 10 days ago rIOrARErECORDS update 1142021 shepherdschapelXplore Elvis Presley X’s for Eyes /•\ intent on it • David Buckle; a doer at onlizinenet.wordpress.com right now /•\ <1989.24.59-1990.1.0 AD – Huntsville, Texas> Dead Sea Scrolls in Charlotte NC Otis 2007 doer at today’s onlizinenet.wordpress.com Even though David was a son of Him, he had yet learned rightful obedience; his calamity that was /o\ DID educate me, as a follower of Him that allegiance to me: meant no immunity from His discipline. The house of your spirit is fashioned via experienced lessons; Love, and Obedience Truth; there is a plan, and each action of yours: brick in its building. Think. A misguided act, a neglected duty, a failure to carry out any of His wishes Wishes mean not only a missing brick but a faulty edifice. How many an otherwise noble character is spoilt thus. Build now an eternity. Trust, not other men, for all are failures onto His standard. not being a required standard; Faith. in His Son completely eradicates that law. it works, Trust X’s for Eyes/imposter davidb49.wordpress.com The southern lights or aurora Australia’s are only visible in the southern hemisphere, the best places to experience this phenomenon is in the southern-most destinations of this world: New Zealand. Sep 14, 2020 onlizinenet.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=8143 onlizinenet.wordpress.com blog for all to see. there’re not any special formula or trick, just college guys giving a big house that slept two member’s girlfriends… simple Sat, Dec 19, 1:48 PM still love ’em. all that’s publicized, there seems to be no end result dave digs promotion, even if said act is but a spirit. a spirit that still resides in mine and Lee’s mind. it is a matter of two actors finding that spark between the two that do cement the friendship that evolves the Pizza Hut Delivery hope, that Lake Road location in Huntsville. flickr.com/photos/davesuptown/14475224399/in/dateposted-publicly flickr.com/photos/davesuptown/albums/72157628283060735 “Almost gettin’ there…”REGRET?” WAS a power-driver, if you are good at spotting the opportunity sitting right in a centre of a problem.” – Richard Branson Todd Rundgren knows the story, ask him, if you like. ……… http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%202%3A12&version=KJV ………. https://www.last.fm/user/daverave38/library/artists lessee here, i so ramble… ………… https://wordpress.com/post/collactiona.live https-youtu-be-ll1jheleepo see? …………. https://wordpress.com/comment/the3rdonlive.wordpress.com minutes ago ………….. https://disqus.com/by/dave_buckle ‘s sort of a newbie, every morning. …………… been at *this since 1997, or 202o… https://youtu.be/omn2tLX5Au4 …………….. >< can any help us make? coop’s unknown Where’s Lee D.? ……………… never has anyone contacted me to help… uhhh, no foolin’ ………………. https://youtu.be/xHCDzUZIbqQ #love #help #joy #@ ……………….. wordpress.com/post/onlizinenet.wordpress.com/1844 ………………… He made everything beautiful for its own sweet time. …………………. he3rdonlive.wordpress.com: gig a begun in 1976. ………………….. https://the3rdonlive.wordpress.com/2019/11/18
One evening while sitting at home a had a very strong feeling that I should call an old friend that I had lost touch with. It was late in the evening and her number was in an old file at work. The feeling was so strong that I went to the office, found her number and called her. She was at the point of tears, she told me that the she was scheduled for an operation early the next day. She had to decide on one of two procedures. The safer one would mean cause a life change, the more dangerous one would allow her to lead a normal life if successful. Her family was there with her and all were urging her to have the safer procedure. She asked for my advise, I though for a while and answered that she should go with what her heart told her to do. She wanted the more dangerous procedure and after a few minutes, I told her that I had this very strong feeling that I had to talk to her that very moment and that I felt that it was so that I could support her in her choice. Had she being crying out to me, or was it a gentle touch that my help was needed. She had the more dangerous procedure, everything turned for the best.
belief is required, know someone does not know the help us in going though the world, the humankind that regardsangels as hooey. The helper has not only come to us; hopefully you will respect this is fol-
lowing HisTruth. There’s no thing butjoy awaiting everyone.
One evening while sitting at home a had a very strong feeling that I should call an old friend that I had lost touch with. It was late in the evening and her number was in an old file at work. The feeling was so strong that I went to the office, found her number and called her. She was at the point of tears, she told me that the she was scheduled for an operation early the next day. She had to decide on one of two procedures. The safer one would mean cause a life change, the more dangerous one would allow her to lead a normal life if successful. Her family was there with her and all were urging her to have the safer procedure. She asked for my advise, I though for a while and answered that she should go with what her heart told her to do. She wanted the more dangerous procedure and after a few minutes, I told her that I had this very strong feeling that I had to talk to her that very moment and that I felt that it was so that I could support her in her choice. Had she being crying out to me, or was it a gentle touch that my help was needed. She had the more dangerous procedure, everything turned for the best.
belief is required, know someone does not know the help us in going though the world, the humankind that regardsAngels as hooey. The helper has not only come to us; hopefully you will respect this is fol-
lowing HisTruth. There’s no thing butjoy awaiting everyone.
1571 photographs; each story behind it, believe you me, within locale as varied as NC to TX – it could fill un book maybe one day… life was a blast; and the last scene has yet to be written.
Nina Hagen on loss experience in her childhood and youth
oo – Mrs. Hagen, you were a child , your mother, Eva-Maria tried to kill herself.
Nina Hagen: Yes, that was a big shock abandonment. Then you suddenly see that they are not the center of life is. My mother wanted me to live alone. She must have forgotten how much she loved me. I always wanted to protect her. I had such dreams in which my mom on the road running around naked, because I wanted to say you love so much that I think it sucks that they should put on something, anything.
Hagen: Yes, I was his one and only. But when he began to be unfaithful and being fair to deal with others, came for the first time in my life up the jealousy. Jealousy is indeed the fear that one is not loved. And this loss of experience was repeated again and again. My first love, where I thought we would get married, was also common to tell Sun
Hagen: I was a child who always longed for God. Loved me and lifted to feel, not just here and now, but forever and ever. And God is with me, arms outstretched, in fact accommodated. He never said, “Oh no, Nina, you’re not good enough. From today you are no longer my daughter. “So what would never do!
oo – How did you meet him, you know so exactly what he does what he does not?
Hagen: I was 17 and wanted to know. I wanted proof of God the herbeizwingen. I have taken LSD, because I had heard that some people make it as the natural order in relation to contact with God. The result was an LSD trip, which consisted only of pain. It was hell. I was at the border between this world and the hereafter. And as I said, “Dear God, help me!” And immediately he came and said, “Nina, I am here to help you too.” And I suggested to the eye and was in a beautiful world. Peaceful Bliss. And God looked me in the face. And I realized: He loves me just as I loved a man has never yet, and no man can ever love like! And then I asked him: “Are you going away again like all the others?” And he said: “I was always there, I’m always there, and I’ll be there forever.”
oo – What has made so sure that this encounter with God only an LSD hallucination was not? Sounds a bit like …
Hagen: Talk to people who had a near death experience, which tell you the same thing: there is the dimension of the eternal home.
oo – Don’t your friends say: “Nina, you’ve got a crack in the bowl”?
Hagen: Nope, they have listened interested. Because I am so authentic. But I realized that my experience really only makes sense to me. For other people this is an interesting fact report, but their faith will get you only if we build a relationship with God himself.
oo – Since you are 17, you are then lifted in God. That’s not bad.
Hagen: Yes, it was a real rescue. I have now understood that I am earthly, I do not need sexual love any more. I’m already, since my first love died, widow.I am looking for no love, love is just there. I run around and do not want to marry me again or something.
Hagen: Ever since the birth of my daughter Cosma. But even before that. If you are a nun, everything is sacred. Even the sexual relationship. The nun, yes, love is a sacred thing. That makes this not because she feels instincts, but simply because they love lives, while pregnant and child in the world brings.
oo – Normally one to believe always the doubt. Do you doubt the existence of God?
Hagen: No, I do not know.
oo – Then you are but one exception and one lucky child!
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Lee Silverman Voice Treatment (LSVT) – LSVT LOUD, LSVT BIG
My children, I am here beside you. Draw near in spirit to Me. Shut out the distractions
of the world. I am your Life, the very breath of your soul. Learn what it is to shut yourself
in the secret place of your being, which is My secret place too.
True it is… I wait in many a heart, but so few retire into that inner place of the being to commune with Me. Wherever the soul is, I am. Man has rarely understood this.
I am actually at the center of every man’s being, but,
distracted with the things of the sense-life, he finds Me not.
Do you realize that I am telling you truths, revealing them, not repeating oft-told facts. Meditate on all I say. Ponder it. Not to draw your own conclusions, but to absorb Mine.
All down the ages, men have been too eager to say what they thought about MyTruth,
Make Me real, and leave Me do My own work. To lead a soul to Me is one thing, to seek to
stay with it to interpret mars the first great act. So would it be with human intercourse. How much more then, when it is a question of the soul, and Me, its Maker,
and only real Spirit that understands it.
“In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.” – Isaiah 30:15
pain of regret? it’s not so bad any longer – because He has me.
My children, I am here beside you. Draw near in spirit to Me. Shut out the distractions
of the world. I am your Life, the very breath of your soul. Learn what it is to shut yourself
in the secret place of your being, which is My secret place too.
True it is… I wait in many a heart, but so few retire into that inner place of the being to commune with Me. Wherever the soul is, I am. Man has rarely understood this.
I am actually at the center of every man’s being, but,
distracted with the things of the sense-life, he finds Me not.
Do you realize that I am telling you truths, revealing
them, not repeating oft-told facts. Meditate on all I say. Ponder it.
Not to draw your own conclusions, but to absorb Mine.
All down the ages, men have been too eager to say what they thought about My truth, and
so doing, they have grievously erred. Hear Me. Talk to Me. Reflect Me. Do not say what you
about me. My words need none of man’s explanation. I can explain to each heart.
Make Me real, and leave Me to do My own work. To lead a soul to Me is one thing, to seek to
stay with it to interpret mars the first great act. So would it be with human intercourse. How much more then, when it is a question of the soul, and Me, its Maker,
and only real Spirit that understands it.
“In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.” – Isaiah 30:15
scorching is but a preview; causing such stress among God‘s latestpeople.
pain of regret? it’s not so bad any longer – because He has me.
some might think my ideas and assumptions odd; yet they are arriving at your deskto completely unfiltered; mistakes and all. so deal. Lord know’s it have to, every second of every day. and faulty am i, in this life. what’s thought by us is not for every person. deal.
You see? All works for good and His pleasure. Psalm 57 sauv(c)e? [Rico] Chant a Psalm a day STEELPULSE/96 Degrees In The Shade [real hot!] (devised the ambition to see and hear that group in 1987 at Eddie’s crib as we had all finished ip seeing / URG-A MUSIC WAR \ that grouped bands such ad The Dead Kennedys, The Go-Go’s, think The Judys; but maybe not the… Anyhow – Tony Willy got me very into DK. DK opened up my political angst. Back then David was so conflicted about the ‘govt.’ & how rotten it was for them to tale $10+ dollars from my then meager paychecks from CPI Photo Finish @ Brazos Mall Lake Jackson, TX. i was rambling, scuze’
He dwelling in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. – Psalm 91:1
Lord, Thou art our Refuge. Our God, in Thee do we trust. O Master, come and talk with us. All power is given unto Me. It is Mine to give, Mine to withhold, but even I have to acknowledge that I cannot withhold it from the soul that dwells near Me, because it is then not a gift, but passes insensibly from Me to My disciples.It is breathed in by the soul who lives in My Presence. Learn to shut yourself away in My Presence – and then, without speaking, you have those things you desire of Me, Strength, Power, Joy
wow, this is so profitable – this is important, thank you for voice.
And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:9 Enoch’s interesting
In a race it is not the start that hurts, not even the pace of the long stretch. It is when the goal is in sight that heart and nerves and courage and muscles are strained almost beyond human endurance, almost to the breaking point.So with you now the goal is in sight, you need your final cry to Me. Can you not see by the nerve and heart rack of the past few days that your race is nearly run? Courage, courage. Heed My voice of encouragement. Remember that I am by your side, spurring you on to victory.In the annals of heaven, the saddest records are those that tell of the many who ran well, with brave stout hearts, until in sight of the goal, of victory, and then their courage failed. The whole host of heaven longed to cry out how near the end was, to implore the last spurt, but they fell out, never to know until the last day of revealing, how near they were to victory.Would that they had listened to Me in the silence as you two meet with Me. They would have known. There must be the listening ear, as well as the still small voice.
attempted publishing some. ‘essay’ is commanding that ‘he‘ publish
BLANK PAGES, thus faulting the composer for publishing blank pages that will, in essence, so cover prose already ascribed…
never has such censorship – stuff erected on many pages written. something’s up, spe
culating the recent puhliticol shit transpiring MAY be part
nering with this odd stuff.
odd… feeling like there’ is a lot of stuff to divulge, yet, an energy such as the fuel that’s driving Nina Hagen’s engine’s those not quite ours right now.
the engine that drives Nina’s creative energy is finely tune to be fearless. that mantra is an urging that inspired David creative engine since 1983 at the time, Christmas, as1988 it
was… that found all at Brazos Mall in Lake Jackson, Texas at Hastings Records where finding a sales-bin of cassettes for three dollars was Nina Hagen’s Nunsex monkrock and FEARLESS albums thought to myself: ‘how bizarre, that
combination of ‘sex’ and ‘nun’.’ ‘ll pay siX bucks to give this German Punker a listen so: FRESH FRUIT… CRAMPS THE GO-GOS, THE THE, wow; albums are a sort of drug; that quelled those odd urges to ‘get’ he moods eXpelled via act’s that own that odd attraction to song moods that made up the development years of that
period of personal, musical evolution that had begun with Stan Kenton, Tijuana Brass, ELVIS’ 49 Golden-Records, His 1973 Christmas Album were David’s introduction to: conspiring tuneage that tickled these ears since since that time we all know about. think where, and what you where that year’s Christmas; sure you can call that three years old period of your life, correct? ah; memory; the old
marker of one’s age in this life we are all enjoy; such a blissful amount of days, weeks, months and years. that is, every minute of your life, in your vast records in mind that is actually the only thing you truly own. with that the four to five senses we have; conspire amongst each other in the mass amount of information which all makes up that world we think is ours. what we create in out too brief years is the only ‘stuff’ we can really own, that’s art, the art we give
away; either by sight, hearing, the sense of feeling, or the tact that could only be fabricated by yours and mine mind is all that can be owned; and that is only ‘our’s’ when we give it away; and thus transfer that mood to others. that ‘ownership’ mood is that of thought, thought actually, and factually construe reality for all of us within the constraints of actuality. recall: the act of gifting something is the only true mark of ownership. that usually arrives at the end if a state of ‘being,’ as to follow the regulations that were given to us all in the initial era that our species were. we were, we had no evolving time.
attempt publishing essay is commanding that ‘he’ publish
BLANK PAGES, thus faulting the composer for publishing blank pages that will, in essence, so cover prose already ascribed…
never has such censorship – stuff erected on many pages written. something’s up, spe
culating the recent puhliticol shit transpiring MAY be part
nering with this odd stuff.
odd… feeling like there’ is a lot of stuff to divulge, yet, an energy such as the fuel that’s driving Nina Hagen’s engine’s those not quite ours right now.
the engine that drives Nina’s creative energy is finely tune to be fearless. that mantra is an urging that inspired David creative engine since 1983 at the time, Christmas… 1983 it
was… that found us at Brazos Mall in Lake Jackson, Texas at Hastings Records. when finding a sales-bin of cassettes for three bucks were Nina Hagen’s Nunsex- monkrock and FEARLESS albums… thought to myself: ‘how bizarre, the
combination of ‘sex’ and ‘nun’.’ ‘ll pay siX bucks to give this German Punker a listen so: and FRESH FRUIT, CRAMPS THE GO-GOS, THE THE, wow; albums are a sort of drug; that quelled those odd urges to ‘get’ he moods eXpelled via act’s that own that odd attraction to song moods that made up the development years of that
period of personal, musical evolution that had begun with Stan Kenton, Tijuana Brass, ELVIS’ 49 Golden-Records, His 1973 Christmas Album were David’s introduction to: conspiring tuneage that tickled these ears since since that time we all know about. think where, and what you where that year’s Christmas; sure you can call that three years old period of your life, correct? ah; memory; the old
marker of one’s age in this life we are all enjoy; such a blissful amount of days, weeks, months and years. that is, every minute of your life, in your vast records in mind that is actually the only thing you truly own. with that the four to five senses we have; conspire amongst each other in the mass amount of information which all makes up that world we think is ours. what we create in out too brief years is the only ‘stuff’ we can really own, that’s art, the art we give
away; either by sight, hearing, the sense of feeling, or the tact that could only be fabricated by yours and mine mind is all that can be owned; and that is only ‘our’s’ when we give it away; and thus transfer that mood to others. that ‘ownership’ mood is that of thought, thought actually, and factually construe reality for all of us within the constraints of actuality. recall: the act of gifting something is the only true mark of ownership. that usually arrives at the end if a state of ‘being,’ as to follow the regulations that were given to us all in the initial era that our species were. we were, we had no evolving time.
There’s respect that none really wants to earn; not this way. Thank all veterans from the bottom of my heart and soul. too, few the population doesn’t even heed those who placed their life in the way of somuch the tragedy they DO have absolutely no concept of; therefor they do not respect U.S. Marines, Seamen, Soldiers, Airmen,Coast Guard is there law that says all man who enjoy those freedom’s bought via some good United States Citizen laying down; in a deathly rest, to make certain all those born in a USA continue to have those right: go on to continue do things: refuse to support Wounded Warrior, go burn flags, cuss at Police, to NOT honor Firemen, first responders: ALL of Those Selfless Americans who love A M E R I C A
you know, the idea of music is the transfer mood, feeling from that tunes composer to you, a listener. MUSIC is the better form of communicating ideas and feelings. consider just what a album of song is communicating is a giftsome have, providing you are one count yourself so blessed. not inferring that tune is not important. rhythm and the compilation of notes is too important towards a song’s likeability. to combine idea and tunage is valued, Angelic voice
there are many things to arrive at David‘s attention; especially as of late. THIS creates mood of urgency. For my most recent activity is NOT ABOUT ME, VANITY HAS NOT BEEN MINE; IT MINE FOR A GREAT MANY YEARS, SINCE A DEFINITE OPPORTUNITY 2 SPREAD THE POSITIVE VIBE? WITH OUR GLOBE. ALL VIA THIS WORLD-WIDE-WEB. Since learning of the impending reality of the said massive promotional tool had been the vision of mine to be a part of it. those souls who shared that awesome state: Texas in my youthful years, my high-school friends, they were silent it’s only at this late date that i find how some of my best friends did, ritually, lie to me, that there was this internet thing created on a right coast of north America. these expected. OUR
this music industry is kinda big in these United States. the main knowledge these ‘video’s’ involve isn’t the main incidence of it’s benefit. think pac-man, a Virgin Records. which are two of the bigger success stories in these United States. each from foreign country’. a key ingredient ~ Richard Branson’s big success was, and is, happening upon ska: (punk-reggae) a tempered mix of influence; i:e island reggae in brash form. mix of catchy lyrics bred on genuine experience dealing with the low-end’s of society: repression, a poor society. that, and knowing when striking the iron when hot. honest explanation of lifestyle choice and how its know it all mentality are key ingredients to the superb friend, Lee Davila. along with David Buckle, whose musical inspiration evolved by mixing the brutal truth of Eric Baucher, jazz styling’s of Maynard Ferguson, as well as with a lot of RAVE UPS originality. David is a cat whose musical taste began with MADNESS’ horns section lick’s and The Specials clever lyrics that were written by actual experience. set with a goal, and the instigation to evolve the joy created by Europe generated ska, the method was plain to see. his journey is not complete.
WE HEAR ALL ABOUT THESE ‘SURGES’ AND PANIC LADEN FOOLS WHO DO NOT KEEP DISTANCE IN THIS THING THEY CALL ‘PANDEMIC,’ now we have no facts in mind, this following note i.t. just an opinion; not going to bum you out with case studies, shocking graphs; those you will find else-where. BY THE WAY: nobody knows anything about our relevant crisis but those who are on any of the spoken of ventilators who are on the verge of dying, as in death, as in a life’s graduation from the heaven we are all in. yup, the earth is ‘a’ Heaven, there is more than one, mind you this terrestrial proving ground that only a few understand this globe as such. investigate it
see, these are some of my endeavors that have already fruited in my days alive. the case is that i am still alive in the USA – ‘m not paying any heed to the stuff going on in this nation. it’ll either work itself out, or not. isn’t important to David because He is ruling me, and He never changes.
see, more to come… and people think and say that this all in my past, that i should move on. well, the thing is is THAT ‘IT’ took me this long to realize a destined hopes, i produce, did back then: 28 years ago; it is only now that some of those adventures mature to their respective fruiting. so all might do a recommending discouraging banter; won’t make any difference…
in what? here are three clues: NCL, Australia, Todd Rundgren
see, these are some of my endeavors that have already fruited in my days alive. the case is that i am still alive in the USA – ‘m not paying any heed to the stuff going on in this nation. it’ll either work itself out, or not. isn’t important to David because He is ruling me, and He never changes.
see, more to come… and people think and say that this all in my past, that i should move on. well, the thing is is THAT ‘IT’ took me this long to realize my destined hopes, i produce, did back then [28 years ago;] it is only now that most of those adventures mature to their respective highest achievement. so spare me the discouraging banter; won’t make any difference…
in what? here are three clues: NCL, Australia, Todd Rundgren
Life is not easy, My children. Man has made of it not what My Father meant it to be. Ways that were meant to be straight paths have been made by man into ways devious and evil, filled with obstacles, stones = difficulty.
Consider advice of your elders not because they always right but because of the wisdom they have gleaned from being wrong… Native American quote As you look back; your younger years, the number of times you thought your parents were wrong are now echos that you hear when you try to tell your children what to do. Remember, you’re never too old to learn from someone only a few days older than you and never so old you can not teach someone a few days younger.
peace, a relative term; what is named peace is all our own, a very personal belief. air’ a super creation for us. as is the air that gives all the ability to exist. smoking messes with that gift from God. think about it. it is not only your lungs messed up; you are marring your cilium…
it is, for all intrinsic purposes: The American Indian’s revenge.
for us stealing THEIRGod given lands; to do so much more that it scars, burns, floods God’s home He created for us. smoking breeders cancer coating the villa that changes the air sucked into those superlative organs named lung; why would you want to go all graffiti like upon the engine that is responsible for converting the breeze we create; the one traveling inside the muscular tube that delivers, convey food from that mouth to the stomach and such in humans.
about nine inches (about 23 centimeters) long; passing from the pharynx, down a trachea in front of the spinal column and behind left bronchus that pierces the diaphragm; slightly to the left of the middle line, and finally: supplies oxygen rich blood to the cardiac organ.
don’t mess with a mechanism we have no business bugging. muscular tube to convey food from the mouth to the stomach and that in humans.
And now for something completely different: Dr. Larry Dixon; The Forgotten Third: Developing a Relationship with God and our Holy Spirit; Heilluminates, to believers dwells in us.
it being overemphasized?
overlooked? Is the question regarding our God? Or Holy Spirit we need to answer?
I was initially inspired by NINA in ’83 when I heard her FEARLESS album, inspiured to do ? Well, My SKA band, most regularly compared to The Specials & MADNESS… We were creating in 1991, but fate glided along handing Dave a roadrash, but don’t EVER have empathy! Daves is VERY pleased. His band will reform in AUSTIN in ’97! patience patience patience Dave Rave (xs4eyes @ caro.net”>xs4eyes @ caro.net) Charlotte, NC, USA! – 9/16/96 – 3:12 PM
NINAS EYES! Nina is very. I’d like her to take a look at a homepage, if she ever reads this. “CHEEKY MONKEY”, ‘YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!’ as Thomas Dolby says…
upload ‘method. joy of life’ only a few dollars… it brings shameful emotions that would never
have bubbled to our surfaces in view of everyone and their dog. those scary monsters just get
away, be fearless. publishing over the globe had been, SINCE Christmas higHS break in 1988.
greetings Matthew,
there’s a right off the bat assistance that David Buckle would appreciate assistance: tiny play of grace, dig?
i am interested in hearing about you, cool?
here’s allot about me: pinterest.com/davidb49blog
my best friend in Texas is already in ‘in’, the smooth talker is not me; hoping you shall forgive me, for you to act as a keyboard for me. do hope you will assist us… and the ancient ambitions have served the
so, to let you help in our mission that a drunk-driver almost killed while still in it infancy. … Lee Davila www.linkedin.com/in/leedavila knows about his fel-low composer who he spent about a 2.5 years with in our respective ability oh, dig: AM ready 😏 ‘n for?
Dave Rave (xs4eyes @ caro.net”>xs4eyes @ caro.net) USA – 10/11/96 – 5:25 PM
peace, a relative term; what is named peace is all our own, a very personal belief. air’ a super creation for us. as is the air that gives all the ability to exist. smoking messes with that gift from God. think about it. it is not only your lungs messed up; you are marring your cilium…
it is, for all intrinsic purposes: The American Indian revenge.
for us stealing THEIRGod given lands; to do so much more that it scars, burns, floods God’s home He created for us. smoking breeders cancer coating the villa that changes the air sucked into those superlative organs named lung; why would you want to go all graffiti like upon the engine that is responsible for converting the breeze we create; the one traveling inside the muscular tube that delivers, convey food from that mouth to the stomach and such in humans.
about nine inches (about 23 centimeters) long; passing from the pharynx, down the trachea in front of the spinal column and behind left bronchus where it pierces the diaphragm; slightly to the left of the middle line, and finally: supplies oxygen rich blood to the cardiac organ.
don’t mess with a mechanism we have no business bugging. muscular tube to convey food from the mouth to the stomach and that in humans.
peace, a relative term; what is named peace is all our own, a very personal belief. air’ a super creation for us. as is the air that gives all the ability to exist. smoking messes with that gift from God. think about it. it is not only your lungs messed up; you are marring your cilium…
it is, for all intrinsic purposes: The American Indian revenge.
for us stealing THEIRGod given lands; to do so much more that it scars, burns, floods God’s home He created for us. smoking breeders cancer coating the villa that changes the air sucked into those superlative organs named lung; why would you want to go all graffiti like upon the engine that is responsible for converting the breeze we create; the one traveling inside the muscular tube that delivers, convey food from that mouth to the stomach and such in humans.
about nine inches (about 23 centimeters) long; passing from the pharynx, down the trachea in front of the spinal column and behind left bronchus where it pierces the diaphragm; slightly to the left of the middle line, and finally: supplies oxygen rich blood to the cardiac organ.
don’t mess with a mechanism we have no business bugging. muscular tube to convey food from the mouth to the stomach and that in humans.
THIS ‘s super description of His love for us, (U.S.: the nation created among those principles of Christianity.) dig yup, the country, this country’s ‘This country, under God;’ see it right there in OUR national song.
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too bad you’re t0o cool for fun. Will it take a tragedy to
make you open up? He knows us knows U.S. has reached
His verdict: Heloves us still, no discovery will dissuade Him.
You grieve; that you have failed Me. Remember: it’s for those failures that He hung on Calvary’s Cross. A failure; I greeted first in the Easter Garden. It is to one of the failures I entrusted My Church My Lambs, My Sheep. It was to one who have thwarted, despised Me, who tortured, murdered My Followers that I gaveMy great World Mission Gentiles. Each had firs, learn to know Me… as Savior and Lord by bitter consciousness of having failed Me. If you would work for Me, then you must be ready for a valley of humiliation through which all My Followershave gone past.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the head of state. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club; we ate lobster, caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.
The devil looks at her, smiles, and says, “Yesterday we campaigned; Today you voted for us!”
Occasionally I have been successful in shining the light of ethics and integrity into their souls and consciousnesses. More frequently I have been met with a wall of disinterest, hubris, arrogance, lust for power and other negative personality traits.These are the human beings in politics who have sold their souls for huge sums of money from exploitative industries, called ‘political contributions’ and have become POLITICAL WHORES. THOSE humans who are selling A future of our nation the collective futures of our children and grandchildren for material gain and personal power. Let me relate two “War Stories” that will shed light on the sad and tragic situation that is destroying America and Her future because of the blatant commercial prostitution that exists among far two many political leaders:THE GOOD MAN WHO WOULD BECOME A POLITICAL WHORE IN CONGRESSOne evening I received a telephone call from my long-term political adversary, a United States Congressman popularly known as “Timber Charlie”. Over the years I had instilled in him enough of an environmental ethic that THAThe helped us protect the first Wildernesses in the National Forests of Texas, in spite of his huge contributions from the timber industry that wished to exploit and destroy these precious forests.He told me that he was retiring and wanted me to support the State Representative to take his position in Congress. As this person had a reputation for intelligence coupled with integrity, I readily agreed. I called the candidate and offered my support. He was very kind and happy to receive my help. I was the first to contribute to his candidacy and he agreed to consult with me about any & all environmental issue that might come up in Congress should he be elected so that he could make the right decisions in order to protect American the Beautiful from harm. He even gave me his home phone number so that I could let him know about any environmental problem he should be aware of.Within a month after his election he had sold his soul to the powerful lumber companies and clear-cutters and worked feverishly help them continue the desecration of our National Forests. He has never called me about environmental issue since being elected to Congress nor has he answered any of my correspondence and has most terrible voting record as recorded by The League of Conservation Voters.I have told him to his face and in the presence of a large audience of timber beasts, that I was terribly disappointed that he had sold his soul and become a POLITICAL WHORE.THE MAN WHO WOULD BECOME PRESIDENT number of years ago, I was working feverishly to save tiny fragments of our National Forests that had not yet been clear-cut and converted into ‘toilet paper’ plantations.The son of the acting President came to our little town to attract donors to a charity event called a “jailathon”. The President’s son would be locked in a cage located in the local mall, and the community’s elite would be locked up with him and then have to make a contribution in order to be bailed out of the cage.I sensed an opportunity to get word to the President about events that were destructive to the future of America and so with dozens of photos in hand showing the terrible atrocities being committed against our public lands I donated a rather large sum to be incarcerated alone with the man who would later follow in his father’s footsteps.The hubris and arrogance of this person was quite disconcerting but I was determined to become his friend and elicit his help in getting word to his father about the evils of rampant clear-cutting in our National Forests.When I showed him the photos, he showed nothing but contempt and disgust that I had been placed in the cell with him alone and asked that the jailers let me out so that others could come in. As my large charitable contribution was based on being left alone in the cell with our future President, the jailers turned a deaf ear and the man grew more and more agitated as I showed him photo after photo of the death and destruction wrought by the timber beasts bent on destroying our American heritage.Finally, in a controlled rage he told me that the photos could not possibly be of our National Forests and that I was not telling the truth. Furthermore he had no intention of passing the photos on to his father and I might as well leave because I was wasting his time and mine.Tragically, this negative and unconcerned citizen did indeed follow in his father’s footsteps and became President of The United States of America where he is working feverishly to dismantle what few environmental safeguards protect our natural heritage. Was it the huge political contributions coming from the very multi-national industries that are destroying our air, water, forests, mountains, and quality of life that turned this person into a POLITICAL WHORE or was he infected with greed, hubris, arrogance, and insensitivity, even before becoming a politician?If the voting citizens of THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA do not have the fortitude to confront the POLITICAL WHORES who are steering our Ship of State directly toward an iceberg far more destructive than that which sunk the Titanic, then our great nation is doomed.
This patriotic message is brought to you by George H. Russell. While walking down the street one day a female head of state is tragically hit by a truck and dies. Her soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the lady.
“Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”
“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,” says the head of state.
“I’m sorry but we have our rules.” And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all her friends and other politicians who had worked with her, everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that, before she realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a big hug and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for her.
“Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before she realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
She reflects for a minute, then the head of state answers: “Well, I would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.”
So Saint Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. She sees all her friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to her and lays his arm on her neck.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the head of state. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.
The Devil looks at her, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!” author unknown, submitted by Duane Short Posted on by https://wordpress.com/post/onlizinenet.blog/4034
My children, I am beside you. Draw near in spirit to Me. Shut out the distractions of the world. I am your Life, the very breath of your soul. Learn what it is to shut yourself in the secret place of your being, which is My secret place too. True it is, I wait in many a heart, but so few retire into that inner place of the being to commune with Me.
Wherever the soul is, I am. Man has rarely understood this. I am actually at the center of every man’s being, distracted with the things of the sense-life, he finds Me not. Do you realize that I am telling you truths, revealing them, not repeating old facts. Meditate on all I say. Ponder it. Not to draw your conclusions, but absorb Mine.
All down the ages, men have been too eager to say what they thought about My Truth, and so doing, they have grievously erred. Hear Me. Talk to Me. Reflect Me. Do not say what you think about me. My words need none of man’s explanation. I can explain to each heart. Make Me real, leave Me, do My own work.
To lead a soul to Me is one thing, seek to stay with it to interpret mars the first great act. So would it be with human intercourse. How much more then, when it is a question of the soul, and Me, its Maker, and only real Spirit that understands it.
“Today, we saw two eagles out here,” Russell says, as the Goldfish are munched, and it’s like he is peaking of the Red Sea parting. Oh, and the pelicans; Hundreds of them.
Now it’s time for the Meditation Moment, the portion of Sunset Services where Ethicians can silently reflect on, as Russell says, the “spirit of the biosphere that keeps us all alive.” Meditation Moments range from one to five minutes. Tonight, they get four. Everyone stands up and walks off. One woman sets her black toy poodle on the ground and, as if caught in a tractor beam, floats toward the nearest oak, where she extends a hand and caresses the moss.
Russell strolls to the peninsula’s edge; gaze at the water. Everyone is quiet as the statues of deer crouching in the weeds.
Away from the peninsula, near FM 980, nature is interrupted by a power line snaking through the easement owned by the Sam Houston Electrical Co-op (SHECO). In the easement is a mound of dirt about three feet wide and six feet long.
Under the mound of dirt is a cardboard casket containing the rotting corpse of a man with no known friends and/or his family. He is the first person to be buried in Texas‘s first, and the a nation’s third, green cemetery.
The co-op wants to clear a 40-foot swath of trees along this easement for a new power line. The Ethicians say Russell created this cemetery to get in the co-op’s way and make them look like ghouls. Russell says he wants to bury as many bodies there as he can.
Shortly after the Meditation Moment, Sunset Services wrap up. Invigorated by another evening of celebrating nature, Russell invites everyone to the nearby country club for Mexican buffet on him.
January 2, 2004: We had our first burial today in the Ethician Family Cemetery. Two college boys dug the grave by hand yesterday. They raked the leaf litter into a pile so that it could be placed back on the grave when it was filled in. They were very careful to not damage even a blade of grass and only encountered a few tiny roots.
Two years ago, a South Carolina doctor named Billy Campbell opened the country’s first green cemetery, where eco-conscious folks could bury their loved ones in the woodlands, sans embalming fluid and burial vaults. Shrouds were all right, as were caskets, as long as they were all biodegradable. Campbell told the Baltimore Sun wanted to market Ramsey Creek Preserve after a socially responsible ice cream company.
“We want to be the Ben & Jerry’s of death,” he said.
In his working-class town of 2,700, Campbell was branded a lunatic by some a revolutionary by others. But the truth is, green cemeteries have been popular in the United Kingdom for more than ten years.
According to English newspapers, there are about 185 green cemeteries in the UK, which has faced a burial-space crisis for years. The problem has only escalated, getting to the point where England’s Home Office is considering exhuming the remains of bodies more than 100 years old, shoving them deeper into the earth, and dropping new corpses on top of them. This is unattractive squeeze factor, coupled with the fact that green burials cost about half as much as funerals in that country, has made these eco-friendly woodlands a popular alternative.
It’s not surprising that this alternative found its way into the heart of George Russell. Wherever there’s weird idea, you can bet that Russell is right around the corner, wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Or, precisely, the ideas may be weird only to his neighbors. And in Russell’s case, his neighbors are the residents of a ultra-conservative environs of Huntsville, home of Texas’s death row. But not like many eco-conscious activists, Russell has the money to back up his cause.
Originally from Missouri’s boot heel, Russell’s family moved to Huntsville in the early 1950s, when his father took a teaching job at Sam Houston State University. The elder Russell also created a business in his garage called Educational Filmstrip Network, producing and distributing educational films to schools across the country. And in the late 1980s, that company went video, changed its named Educational Video Network, and business exploded. If in high school you ever saw a video about the French Revolution or the dangers of U.S. driving drunk, chances are it was one of Russell’s. Recent titles include “Dying for a Smoke” and “Ecstasy: When the Party’s Over.”
The company’s success allowed the family to buy much of the property in the Russells’ neighborhood, in the creation of an area of Huntsville called Russellville, where many of EVN‘s employees live for little or no rent. Russell spent the 1990s sinking $3 million into 2,800 acres of woodlands sprawling through San Jacinto and Walker counties. Some of this property fronts Lake Livingston, extremely very valuable land that Russell has protected from development with 99-year conservation easements. Steve Loy, Russell’s friend and wildlife manager, calls the Holy Trinity Wilderness Cathedral a tax burden, not a cash cow.
One surefire way to make yourself noticed in Huntsville is to create your own weird-sounding religion that holds its meetings in the woods at night. Then, dispatch artisans to hand-built marble replica of a pyramid of Cestius and tell everyone it’s going to be your father’s tomb. After that, make sure you launch about 250 rant-filled.org Web sites with names like adamwasblack and Jesus hateschristians. To top it off, go erect a big blue billboard on FM 980 and mark it with a Crucifix, a Star of David and a Muslim crescent. If that doesn’t piss off enough people, start sticking bodies straight into the dirt.
That last one got the attention of SHECO, which was surprised to find out that what it thought would be a slam-dunk powerline addition turned into a battle over so-called hallowed ground.
What’s worse, some of the co-op’s alternative routes involve running part of the nine-mile line through a nearly 200-year-old cemetery (where folks are buried the old-fashioned way). Now, critics of the different routes are weighing in on the battle before the Texas Public Utility Commission.
Russell says he’s fighting an evil corporation that doesn’t respect religion or the dead. The co-op’s Austin attorney, Mark Davis, says he pretty much has a headache.
Davis accuses Russell of creating the cemetery out of spite and sticking the inaugural corpse in a spot only he can easily identify. The grave’s makeshift marker appears to be a weathervane, but if the marker is ever knocked over or obscured by debris, the grave’s GPS coordinates are listed on ethicianfamilycemetery.org.
According to Russell’s online grave directory (“Who’s Who in the Cemetery”), the first man laid to rest in the Ethician Family Cemetery is Rick Gallagher, a 40-year-old “food service worker. “As per cemetery guidelines, Gallagher was posthumously anointed as an Ethician. Russell checks the grave every some day to make sure Gallagher’s corpse hasn’t been mauled or dragged away by coyotes.
Driver’s license information for Gallagher,. Listed on Publicdata.com, shows his last known address as a Conroe apartment. But as far as Davis is concerned, Gallagher was a homeless man from Houston who Russell saw as the perfect anonymous soul to hold up the power line. Davis is not impressed with the cemetery, or with the Universal Ethician Church.
“He’s invited me to come down there and make me a deacon in his churcH, lather up with some oil. I’ve managed to avoid that so far,” Davis says from Austin.
What he hasn’t managed to avoid is THE daily influx of FedExed manifestos demanding the co-op
to provide information on such subjects as “THE NEGATIVE IMAGE OF TEXAS AS A BACKWARD REDNECK’ STATE THAT REFLECTS POORLY ON ITS BEAUTY AND CHARACTER [and] NEGATIVE IMAGE THAT WOULD LIKEWISE REFLECTED UPON SHECO AS BEING BACKWARD, INSENSITIVE TO PRESENT AND FUTURE GENERATIONS OF NOT THEIR OWN CUSTOMERS BUT PRESENT AND FUTURE GENERATIONS OF TEXANS AND ALL AMERICANS AS WELL.”
Then, to really make his point, Russell will invoke the Almighty.
“SHECO IS HEREBY COMMANDED BY THAT BOARD OF THE ETHICIAN FAMILY CEMETERY AND THE UNIVERSAL ETHICIAN CHURCH: CEASE AND DESIST FROM ALL CURRENT AND FUTURE ATTEMPTS TO DESECRATE GOD‘S HOLY GROUND.”
Chief among Russell’s concerns are the sanctity of his land’s longleaf pines, red-cockaded woodpeckers and ten pages’ worth of plant names. And, of course, the dead guy.
Chief among SHECO’s concerns are improving reliability and shortening the outage time to its 50,000 customers in ten counties.
“There’s no mystery to this at all,” Davis says. “The cooperative doesn’t like going out, spending this kind of money on a project unless there’s really a need for it and unless the customers are really going to see some benefit from it.”
But thanks to Russell’s cemetery gauntlet, Davis says, the cost of the PUC battle will trickle down to the customers. And the allegations don’t stop, he says. One of the latest is Russell’s contention that SHECO’s power line will threaten homeland security.
“I’m not really sure [why], but I’m anxious to find out,” he says. “I’ve been waiting ever since to get a call from Tom Ridge.”
Defiling God‘s creation in order to worship the graven images upon the faces of hundred dollar bills is an insult to God far worse than merely taking the Lord‘s name in vain in a fit of anger, displaying those brief carnal weakness’.
True story…or, maybe an apocryphal story Russell likes to say is true:
Russell walks into the Waterwood Country Club a few years ago in his usual getup, when staff member stops him in the lobby to inform him of their new no-jeans policy.
Fine by me! Russell says, unzipping his jeans and proceeding in his skivvies. The club immediately withdraws the policy.
Russell has friends at the Waterwood Country Club and eats there often, but, unlike many an aspiring lawyer or doctor, the country club life was not the pot at the end of the rainbow. For one thing, Russell hates golf (In America, golf kills hundreds of golfers and thousands of birds every year — golfkills.org). Russell got a free membership when he donated some of his land the club needed to develop a portion of its course.
Russell hates the Man, who uses corporations, organized religion and pocketed politicians to destroy the environment and pervert God’s word. Russell has used his and his family’s millions to buy and conserve 2,800 acres of woodlands by Lake Livingston. This is the Holy Trinity Wilderness Cathedral, and it’s a country club where the Man is not welcome.
“When Jesus went to church, it was to kick ass,” says Russell, who’s trudging through the cathedral in his omnipresent sandals. He’s on one of his rants, fueled by hypocrisy of evangelism and a travel cup of Jack and Coke. He’s like Thoreau on a bender.
After spending hours of nearly every day of his life walking through the woods, Russell maneuvers like a ninja through fallen branches, sinister thorns and patches of mud. He’s mindful of the snakes, more for their safety than for his. He loves snakes, as does God (It is our duty and obligation to God to protect his snake children from harm — godlovessnakes.org).
Jesus despised organized religion and fancy churches with pillow-cushioned pews, Russell says. Furthermore, Jesus came from an aristocratic family and was quite possibly a druid. These issues Russell wants to tackle in his historical novel.
“I haven’t had time to write my novel because I’m battling SHECO,” he says.
Like Jesus’ sermons, Russell’s Ethician services are held outdoors. In inclement weather, the group retreats to a tiny 1840s log cabin Russell had imported from Moscow, Texas, and outfitted with unadorned wooden pews.
“There’s no ‘chosen people,’ ” he continues. “That’s pure bullshit.”
Ethicians are no more chosen than anyone else, which is why you don’t have to give up your primary religion to join Russell’s church. You can be Jewish, Methodist, Mormon, Muslim or atheist and still be an Ethician. You don’t even have to be human. Russell recently anointed a toy poodle named Max as a deacon.
All Ethicians care about is the Golden Rule, which is why Russell doesn’t care about sexual orientation…
Stopping at a narrow young tree to demonstrate his liberal attitude toward nearly all sexual proclivities, Russell wraps his hand around the trunk and rubs his crotch against the bark.
“If I want to fuck this tree, then what the hell?”
It’s this kind of talk that give some folks around Huntsville pause. Sometimes it looks like Russell gets a kick out of it. Climbing back into his truck and whipping down the main road that winds through the Waterwood resort community, he laughs and shakes his head when he tells of a recent trip to a convenience store. The cashier — a friend — told him that a customer was spreading rumors about Russell luring little boys into the woods at night to cook and eat them.
Russell told his friend to correct the customer next time she came in. Russell said he eats only girls. And he doesn’t cook them.
“I eat them raw, and they’ve got to be 18 years old or older — and I card ’em first.”
This talk, mind you, comes from a happily married grandfather. Russell and his wife, Susan, have four adult children and homes in Huntsville and Italy. Russell’s got the means to live a comfortable, worry-free life… instead he wages war against utility companies and tries to save the world from what he Prophesy as an Environmental Holocaust.
Russell pulls off the road and into a blanket of grass spread out before the woods. This area contains the first designated burial plots, a plot being big enough to hold 12 human bodies or 24 pets
(have you looked into the eyes of your faithful dog; your loving, independent cat and not in the spirit of God? — animalshavesouls.org.
Larger animals are placed above-ground in a wooded spot, the Vulture Sanctuary, a Tibetan monklike sky burial. If the animal’s owner so chooses, the bones can be buried afterward. About a month ago, someone deposited a dead horse in the Holy Trinity Wilderness Cathedral, and Russell felt obligated to honor the creature. He speaks in awe of how the carcass must’ve fed 50 vultures.
“There’s not a bone left of this horse,” he muses.
Russell, through the church, sells individual plots for a suggested $300 donation and family plots for $3,000. But, he says, he’s flexible. He has been known to give away sites, as he did with his friend Sollie Jackson. Jackson has no insurance, makes a meager living as a hospital cook, and says he can’t afford a traditional funeral. As of July, the average cost of a funeral was $6,500, not including cemetery costs, according to the National Funeral Directors Association.
Everyone buried in the cemetery must be an Ethician, which involves a simple anointment of a frankincense-and-myrrh solution out of a glass lip-balm tube Russell always carries in his pocket. Russell first reads the person’s soul, of course, to determine if the person is really the type who would abide by the Golden Rule.
And, as in the case of the late Rick Gallagher, there are posthumous anointments that preclude a soul-reading. Russell looks at it this way: When you’re dead, “you can’t do any more evil…you can do some good because you can fertilize our trees.”
This concept is the polar opposite of a traditional burial, which involves pumping a body full of preservatives, sticking it in an expensive, nonbiodegradable container and dropping it into a cement vault. That, Russell says, turns a loved one into a “toxic pickle.”
And cremation’s no better, because of all the fossil fuels required to burn the body, he says. No, the only way to be laid to rest is the green way, the natural way, which ensures the dignity of both the person and the planet.
It also protects the deceased’s family from what Russell calls the funeral Mafia, who peddle brass-handled, velvet-lined caskets to turn misery into profit. Conversely, a decent cardboard casket runs about $80 and can be ordered online at cardboardcasket.com. Or you can wrap your loved one in a shawl.
Jackson has already staked out a beautiful, tall oak where he wants to be buried. He says green burials are no nonsense — no $10,000 casket, no roomful of flowers, no $2 million church.
“That’s just the way it was at the beginning of time,” he says.
Russell’s friend Terri Reed has purchased the first family plot. A Pennsylvania native, Reed fell in love with the East Texas piney woods more than ten years ago and bought a house in Waterwood. A hiker, horse-rider and mountain biker, Reed is outdoors with her boyfriend when she’s not interviewing and deporting incarcerated aliens for the Department of Homeland Security.
“I think the burials lately…have gotten extremely commercialized, where you’re kind of removed from the whole intimacy of a special loved one,” says Reed, an anointed priestess in the Universal Ethician Church. “There’s too many artificial barriers.”
But now, Russell says, his cemetery is threatened by SHECO’s power line. In one of his filings with the PUC, Russell writes: “Would SHECO or any other power company be allowed to desecrate the Vatican, the Mormon Tabernacle, the National Cathedral, Notre Dame or any other place of prayer and meditation?”
As Russell says, “It’s a damn thankless job to get out there and kick butt against evil.”
Carnal whores have over the centuries caused far less damage to civilization, ethics, and morals than have another class of whore–the POLITICAL WHORE!!!
On May 24, 1861, the day after Virginia seceded from the Union, Union Army Colonel Elmer Ellsworth was leading a volunteer squad of New York soldiers through the streets of Alexandria when he noticed a Confederate flag flying from the roof of an inn.
Ellsworth took four soldiers to the inn to remove the offensive banner. Ellsworth climbed the stairs to the roof, cut down the flag and was heading back down the stairs when the innkeeper put a hole in his chest with a shotgun.
Upon hearing the news, Ellsworth’s friend and mentor Abraham Lincoln dispatched D.C. morticians to embalm Ellsworth’s body for a state funeral, followed two weeks later by an open-casket funeral in Ellsworth’s hometown of Mechanicsville, New York.
Seeing how well Ellsworth’s body was preserved, Lincoln thought it would be a good idea to have embalmers follow the troops to give families a chance to honor and bury their fallen loved ones. These early military-friendly embalmers would go on to become some of the biggest and most respected names in the funeral home industry.
This was the birth of modern death, according to Thomas Van Beck, director of Houston’s Commonwealth Institute of Funeral Service.
Embalming was used for years before the Civil War, but that’s when it really took off, he says.
Coffins (body-shaped containers narrow at the head, wide at the body and narrow at the feet) and caskets (the rectangular boxes typically used in American burials) were around before then, too, but mostly for utilitarian, not spiritual, purposes. Locking and sealing caskets thwarted grave robbers, who sold corpses to medical schools, Van Beck says.
Incidentally, if you think bodies in coffins are protected from creepy-crawlies, you’re mistaken. Phorid flies, also known as coffin flies, are a mortuary nuisance that can deposit eggs on a preburial corpse, insuring that hundreds of maggots will be sealed in tight once the casket is buried.
In Van Beck’s 36 years in the funeral industry, he has seen all sorts of fads, so green burials aren’t a surprise. In fact, it’s a tame concept compared to other niche markets, such as the Iowa mortician who will pack the cremated remains of your loved one into a shotgun shell.
“It’s almost like sex — they’re always trying to find a new way,” Van Beck says of niche funeral directors. But what it boils down to, he says, is “people are going to care for their dead in a consistent manner with how they live their life.”
As for Russell’s toxic-pickle theory, Van Beck says nothing could be further from the truth.
“Revlon uses more formaldehyde in making lipstick and fingernail polish than all of the embalming fluid combined in the United States in a year’s time,” he says, adding, “I wouldn’t want my mother to be described as a toxic pickle.”
He also balks at the idea that the funeral industry exploits the grief-stricken. If people planned ahead and found a funeral director they trusted, they could avoid the stress of last-minute decisions.
“The poor vulnerable consumer, I just think that thing has been wrung out,” he says. “I know people that spend more time selecting their barber and their hairdresser than they do a funeral director…When they have a death in their family, is that the funeral director’s fault that they’re walking in dealing with a stranger?”
Given the fact that there are only a handful of green cemeteries in the country, the Texas Funeral Directors Association is not experiencing or anticipating a blow to the industry.
“I had never even heard of a green cemetery until two months ago,” TFDA President Gary Shaffer says from his San Angelo funeral home. “As far as having an official position, I don’t think we have one.”
In Texas, it’s legal to bury someone on your property as long as there is at least two feet of dirt covering the body. No grave liner is necessary, nor is embalming, if the body is refrigerated within 24 hours of expiration, according to Chet Robbins, director of the Texas Funeral Service Commission.
And, according to Elias Briseno, a sanitarian with the Department of State Health Services, green burials pose no health concerns unless the body is buried within a shallow water table providing community drinking water.
But Russell’s critics aren’t just worried about health. They’re worried about their property values if the
power line is routed away from the Ethician Family Cemetery. And they’re also worried about the sanctity of Mt. Capers Cemetery, consisting of about 100 graves, with the oldest legible marker dated 1873.
“It’s a *ploy,” Danny Benois says of Russell’s cemetery. Benois, who sells gun safes in
Conroe and Houston, bought about 60 acres near Waterwood for him and his wife to
build a home on when they retire. One of SHECO’s nine route proposals would have
the power line running through his front yard. “We’re looking at the cemetery he’s
Sollie Jackson says over a rib eye steak and wine,
courtesy of Russell, at that Waterwood Country Club.
Lake Jackson’s fresh from work, wearing the lime-green
scrubs he dons working the kitchen at ETT Medical Center.
Ethician Sunset Services are all about hearing the birds and giving thanks to God, he says. Jackson, a deacon, usually thanks the Lord for the past week and what he hopes will be a better week ahead. These brief services are a way to decompress from workaday life and see the true beauty most take for granted.
That’d put Demoncrapic Son Chuck Schumer in charge of the Senate, which would make it far easier for prusidunt-elect Joey Biden to come through on his campaign promises than it would be if Republican Majority Leader Sen. Mitch McConnell was still running things, so Crenshaw clearly sees these runoff races as a perfect opportunity to flex his muscles as one of the Republican Party’s hottest commodities.
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We, as American citizen’s were told and expected that; almost commanded to FIGHT, DESTROY, all, NOT some but all enemies, foreign and DomestiC. George did have a European sense of humor, did he not? si’
like i said: pro-abortionist will not be in a source
of legislation. they just need, to accept defeat at the
attempt to circumvent honesty. God bless you all, in spite
of your wrong opinion. argue with U.S., only does you no go0d,
but serves up much more to refute the demoncrapic stuff they are
try to subvert the shallow popularity. not to point fingers, you know
who you are to attempt to fool our patriots the USMC will never let such
shit to get realized, it won’t occur. all you commie bastards. God has a last
battle cry; don’t worry, socialism is communism in diapers. o/
Much to learn, less to teach; some people do require personal tragedy to awaken themselves; to rehabilitate themselves (their thinking noodle; stuffed inside their cranium) as to think as a child. that is counting that they, you, me, some had considered Him at their early ages; when our mounds of opinion were not so soiled by other’s mindsets. we had always had questions: what about THIS? what about THAT? WHAT is REALLYWHAT? you know, it is not hard to react when we felt as though questions were only throwing a wrench in another’s mind. and in such case it was not specified that we took EVERYTHING to prayer. it’s STILL an ongoing conversation, a not so informal conversation that needed, in the younger decade’s any ‘signposts or fixed stoplights’ for U.S. to act. i HAD frequently not asked directions. as of now we speak to Him a great deal. replete with question that are often answered, even if only in our own little life’s soundtrack song, as far back oXford, AL in the year 1973, Dad was in Japan.
To abide in His love for U.S. is to make HisLove is YOUR home. It’s not being a park alongside any road or a hotel that you occasionally visit, but your preferred dwelling. You may rest in Him. Eat in Him. When thunder claps, you step beneath His roofing. His walls secure U.S. from those winds. His fireplace warms U.S. from the winters of life. You know; when you see a lego-set that you really, really want to own? The visions dance inside your mind of what, exactly what, you will be creating with those wonderful blocks of plastic? This demands imagination in kids that are so consumed by the world of images. It is now, they/you can create reality. i hear ya Lord…
Nina Hagen h b/, m The Change There’s no such a thing called death It’s just a transformation, yeah yeah yeah Boy George Roman and Queen Elizabeth All go from station to station There is no end, it always goes on; There’s no end for you, there’s no end not for me Understand, mon cherie
Heidi… It’s true {yodel}, don’t be blue {yodel} When we lay down receiving life’s crown Open your eyes right now Oh please be nice anyhow It’s gonna be no end for me
You fight with others just because we aren’t all Accumulating rubbish inside yourself You have to throw it out, yes you have to throw it out Human relationships are just so-so today It’s not too deep and darkness stands in our way How about the light, I’m finished with the night
There is no end, always goes sTake my hand And then we go the way, decide if you’ll leave or if you’ll stay Say, what you say? C’mon, hey hey hey
Our religions have to fight with one another JUST because we have the same father and mother We shouldn’t think them strange So we have to do the change, the change
And our children live in danger and in sorrow Who knows if they’re not radioactive by tomorrow? We shouldn’t think it strange but we have to do the Change
Yes we have to do the Change We have to do the Change (4x) The Change, the Change, the Change
When we don’t wake up now, who knows if we wake up at all! We’re so important and wish we would not fall Deep down with Babylon, where’s everybody gone?
It’s true {yodel}, don’t be blue {yodel} When we lay down receiving life’s crown And then we go the way, decide if you’ll leave or if you’ll stay Say, what you say? C’mon, hey hey hey
It’s true {yodel}, don’t be blue {yodel} When we lay down…
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see? thanks Don’t kill the animals Don’t kill the animals The animals are free Eree-eee Don’t kill the animals Don’t kill the animals The Nina Hagen – Starlit Hour | Lyrics Love here in the starlit hour Oh, heaven is in your eyes While the wind is sobbing Under the stars Both our hearts are throbbing two guitars Love here in Nina Hagen – All Over Nothing at All | Lyrics Ooh, all over nothing at all You built me up to a waterfall We made up and then Quarreled again All over nothing at all You pinned a note to the wall I thought at Nina Hagen – Fever | Lyrics Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that’s so hard to bear You give me fever when you kiss me Nina Hagen – If You Ever Should Leave | Lyrics If you ever should leave Why would I want to live? Darling, you must believe won’t you try to forgive? What a fool I would be If I fooled with your love for me Nina Hagen – Rainbow | Lyrics Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high There’s a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to Nina Hagen – Rhythm & Romance | Lyrics Rhythm and romance Romance and rhythm Taught me to sparkle anew Brought me the remarkable you, sweetheart Rhythm and romance Romance, rhythm An inconceivable Nina Hagen – The Lady Loves Me | Lyrics She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, loves me The lady loves me and it shows In spite of the way she turns up her nose Nina Hagen
Catharina Nina Hagen; born March 11, 1955, in (communist) East Berlin. An opera prodigy at age 9, in East Germany by age 17, she emigrated to West Berlin by age 21. have it that she was kicked out for being too “punk rock”. The Urban myth is false, reality. Nina Hagen since became a household name in most Europe, as singer-songwriter actress with, the reputation as wide as her 5-octave vocal prowess, from the unheard freak” to the “inspiring diva-divine goddess of music” die hard devotees choose a version of latter “descriptive”, various language
“the Mother of Punk” Giorgio Moroder produced fourth, LP: Fearless, the un-punk album, and too strange to dub as purely pop/new-wave record. It yielded a Top 10 12” night club dance track in the U.S., Nina’s original “New York, New York”, opera chops intact.Ten years ago, Nina’s commercial career began at Automobil, with a hit in East Germany, in the formerly Soviet-controlled Eastern “GDR” Bloc of Germany, “Du hast den Farbfilm Vergessen”. Translation: “You Forgot the Colour Film”. The 1974 song wasn’t “punk”, but lyrics? An ambiguously clear metaphor, a clever jab at the constraining drab “gray” of wall-bound East Germany. Luckily the Soviet authorities did not execute Nina nor Automobile’s musicians for such subversion. The music was and remains just too musical. It even has a video; too.
“The Mother of Punk”? Nina’s prominence in the punk and new wave “scenes” late 1970s and early 1980s began in earnest with 1978’s “The Nina Hagen Band”.
Since then, Nina’s colorful, prolific career, including film – stage acting, on-camera political/religious zeal (particularly as a “Talk Show” personality), and sought-after “guest vocalist” (many, many songs by varied and numerous acts feature Nina’s vocals) has, in the U.S., been relegated to that of a 3-album cult artist, if measured by American label-support. Youtube, drenched with official and unofficial-Nina Hagen cornucopias, does her “influence” justice
and U.S. flavored streaming sites include her insane-alternative 1982 NunSexMonkRock (originally on CBS Records), her 2001 “comeback” album, Return of Mother, her Christian-blues- alterna-country-gospel-covers, 2010’s Personal Jesus.
Nina’s repertoire of 15 studio albums includes her 1999 double album of Vedic chanting Om Namah Shivay, released for charity.
Generally, her “spiritual” nature, often conveyed in her music.
never watch, for that signals desire, that is one of the favorite tricks used against U.S. to fill it’s own dwelling. wear the fuller armor of Him. build your attempt. we are going to end up mediocre in that
struggle we experience His Grace. He chooses for us to experience virtue. everything we human’s do find ourselves faced with is allowed by God. He allows demons in life to test us. to make choices to
go either direction. we all have free will. choose the key to our Heavenly home. each time that very bitter beelzebub succeeding: introducing an idea into the mind. images that we have allowed into a
our mind at any point. that is why we should avoid lust i:e pornography. pay attention to that cue, of 9:09 of 1:03:02 in this best explaining the trials most men face. image that had been already there.
this is why the viewing of pornography is but a license to satan: to remind (U.S.,) of those pictures in or memory, whether deep or shallow the idea. imagined events hoped for; it being physically active
with those unfortunate souls into whatever image or photographs, dot the mind of an onlooker. in a devious, a desirous or wanting fashion. in so marring the consciousness’ landscape we all own. our
brain. all the impurity we sometimes invite into our heads create guilty fear, perhaps shame. we all know right from wrong. it is the balance that satan wants to help us tip the scales into sin. that tiny
scale; there is our choice: yea or na. be fearless and understand that the battle has always been in each of our mind. remember that Christ died to counter the human reaction to sin. if you only did
believe. everything is possible for those who believe. the gate to which Jesus has the key to, in no unsurmountable barrier. the choice to allow Him to provide the quickest, sweetest avenue from is
ours for the reception. once A conscious decision to accept the help and Grace to fight the battle inside yourself there can be that expected peace that whichever evil desire to keep us all from it.
NEVER HAVE HAD A BEEF WITH CENSORSHIP AND DO HOPE IT DOES NOT BEGIN WITH THIS. Thank you very much.
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Words of Wisdom for Daily Life by Child Of God GOOD WORKS AND BROKEN KEYS
An Incident at Niagara: Faith, necessary to salvation, because we are told in Scripture that works cannot save; to tell a very familiar story, and even the poorest do not misunderstand what I say: a minister was one day going to preach. He climbed hill on his road. Beneath him lay the villages, sleeping in their beauty, with the corn- fields motionless in the sunshine; but he did not look at them, for His attention was arrested by the woman standing at her door who, seeing him, came up with the greatest anxiety, and said, “O sir, have you any keys about you? I have broken the drawers, there are some things that I must get directly.” Said he, “I haven’t keys.” She was disappointed, expecting that everyone would have some keys. “But suppose,” he said, I had some keys, they may not fit your lock, and therefore you could not get the articles you want. But do not distress yourself, wait till some one else comes up. But, said he wishing to improve the occasion, “have you ever heard of the key of heaven?” “Ah, yes!” she said, “I have lived long enough, I have gone to church long enough, to know that if we work hard, get our bread by the sweat, our brow go act well towards our neighbors, and behave, as the Catechism says, lowly and reverently to all our betters, and if we do our duty in that station of life in which it has pleased God to place us, and say our prayers regularly, we shall be saved.” “Ah!” said he, “my good woman, that is a broken key, for you have broken the commandments, you have not fulfilled all your duties. It is a good key, but you have broken it.” “Pray, sir,” said she, believing that he understood the matter, and looking frightened, “what have I left out?” “Why,” said he, “the all-important thing, the blood of Jesus Christ. Don’t you know it is said, the key of Heaven is at his girdle; he openeth, and no man shutteth; he shutteth, and no man openeth? “And explaining it more fully to her, he said: “It is Christ, and Christ alone, that can open heaven FOR you, and not your good works.” “What!” said she, “are our good works useless?” “No,” said he, not after faith. Believe, you may have as many good works as you please; but if you believe, you will never trust in them, for if you trust in them you have spoilt them, and they are not good works any longer. Have as many good works as you please… still put your trust wholly in the Lord Jesus Christ, for if you do not, your key will never unlock heaven’s gate.” So then we must have true faith, is because old key of works, broken by us all, that we never shall enter Paradise by it. You pretend that you have no sins, to be very plain with you, you deceive yourselves, and the truth is not in you. If you conceive that by your good works shall enter heaven, never was there a more fell delusion, you shall find, at the last great day, your hopes were worthless, like sere leaves from the autumn trees, noblest doings shall be blown away, or kindled into a flame in which you yourselves must suffer for ever. Take heed of your good works; get them after faith, but remember, the way to be saved is simply to believe in Jesus Christ.Without faith it is impossible to be saved, and to please God, because without faith there is no union to Christ now, union to Christ is indispensable to all our salvation. As I come before God‘s throne, my prayers, won’t get answered, unless I bring Christ with me. The Colossians of old, when they could not get the favor from their King, adopted singular expedient; they took the king’s only son in their arms, and falling on their knees, cried, “O King, for thy Son‘s sake, grant our request.” He smiled He said, “I deny nothing to those who plead in my Son‘s name.” It is so with God. He will deny nothing to the man who comes, having Christ at his elbow; but if he comes alone he must be cast away. Union to Christ is, after all, the great point in salvation.Let me tell you a story to illustrate this: the stupendous falls Niagara have been spoken of in every part of the world; but while they are marvelous to hear of, and wonderful as a spectacle, they have been destructive to human life, when by accident any have been carried down the cataract. Some years ago, two men, a bargeman and a collier, were in a boat, and found themselves unable to manage it, it being carried swiftly down the current that they must, inevitably be born down and dashed to pieces. Persons on the shore saw them, but were unable to do much for the rescue. At last, one man was saved by a floating rope to him, which he grasped. The instant the rope came into his hand a log floated by the other man. A thoughtless and confused bargeman, instead of seizing the rope, laid hold on the log. Was fatal mistake: imminent peril, the one the one was drawn to shore, He had connection to people on the land, while that other, clinging to the log, was borne irresistibly along, never heard of afterwards. Do you not see that here is a practical illustration? Faith is a connection to Christ. Christ is on the shore, so to speak, holding the rope of faith, and if we lay hold of it with the hand of our confidence, he pulls us to shore; but our good works having no connection with Christ, are drifted on down the gulf of fell despair. Grapple tightly as we may, even with hooks of steel hooks, they can not avail us; in the degree.
Jack Van Impe, a televangelist who reached a wide audience interpreting current events through apocalyptic passages of the Bible and prophesying the end of the world, died on Saturday at a hospital in Royal Oak, Mich. He was 88.
His death was announced by his organization, Jack Van Impe Ministries International but did not specify a cause. He had been hospitalized after a fall this month, his longtime consultant, E. Dale Berkey said.
Mr. Van Impe (pronounced IMP-ee) often pronounced the imminent return of Jesus Christ mingled discussion of Bible passages with the news of the day on his weekly tele program, “Jack Van Impe Presents.” The program aired on the Trinity Broadcasting Network, through cable and satellite, for more than two decades and was said to have reached about 25,000 cities.
“He was something of a pioneer televangelist, someone who was utterly confident about his esoteric interpretations of biblical prophecies,” Dr. Randall Balmer, who’s a professor of religion at Dartmouth College, said by phone.
“If only more of today’s military personnel it is rightnow 10:o3.22 October 17, 202oAD
https://the3rdonlive.wordpress.com/2020/09/07/50 let me let everyone and their dog in on a great discovery of ours at https://onlizinenet.blog this here Verizon’s Samsung ‘Galaxy s8’IS The Best cell/camera/cell we’ve ever owned! after five carriers of some meager attempts of better so-hoped-for versions of cell service and hardware – now on, this subject we’re go way back… how for we goin’ back?way, way, way back. uh, (2018 to be exact) several carriers of cell-service are neat, but those cannot even hold a faint candle to the brightness emitted by the older-model. Even the newer, the more advanced, more expensive, more whatever abilities; uh, no, Verizon‘s s8Cellphone does win. the more recent gig produced, very well, by the better edition of the edition of verizon‘s s8Cellphone, by stating ‘better’ we’re only envisioning the cellphone of THAT year JUSTJOYELECTORS?
for some who disregard the ‘FINE PRINT’ – dig this: some carry next to
cell’s in the front pocket? OR it’s regular to carry cell’s in BACKpocket’s
this in no way DEfaming this wonderful and inventive cell-phone
and nothing shlown comes from any other warning, than it’s
own printed material that came WITH this most excellent
Super AMOLED Display. Full rectangle, diagonal and/or
rounded corners measured diagonally. as to be sure…
foot note #1 **Varies with Always on Display setting
foot note #2 ‡ Mobile HDR Premium certified by the UHD-A.
foot note #3 § Products sold separately. Gear VR not for children under 13. Read included ……………….. health and safety warnings before use and see oculus.com/warnings.
foot note #4 – ‘space purposely remains blank because a true reason is not known why it is.’
Jack Van Impe, a televangelist who reached a wide audience interpreting current events through apocalyptic passages of the Bible and prophesying the end of the world, died on Saturday at a hospital in Royal Oak, Mich. He was 88.
His death was announced by his organization, Jack Van Impe Ministries International but did not specify a cause. He had been hospitalized after a fall this month, his longtime consultant, E. Dale Berkey said.
Mr. Van Impe (pronounced IMP-ee) often pronounced the imminent return of Jesus Christ mingled discussion of Bible passages with the news of the day on his weekly tele program, “Jack Van Impe Presents.” The program aired on the Trinity Broadcasting Network, through cable and satellite, for more than two decades and was said to have reached about 25,000 cities.
“He was something of a pioneer televangelist, someone who was utterly confident about his esoteric interpretations of biblical prophecies,” Dr. Randall Balmer, who’s a professor of religion at Dartmouth College, said by phone.
“If only more of today’s military personnel it is rightnow 10:o3.22 October 17, 202oAD
https://the3rdonlive.wordpress.com/2020/09/07/50 let me let everyone and their dog in on a great discovery of ours at https://onlizinenet.blog this here Verizon’s Samsung ‘Galaxy s8’IS The Best cell/camera/cell we’ve ever owned! after five carriers of some meager attempts of better so-hoped-for versions of cell service and hardware – now on, this subject we’re go way back… how for we goin’ back?way, way, way back. uh, (2018 to be exact) several carriers of cell-service are neat, but those cannot even hold a faint candle to the brightness emitted by the older-model. Even the newer, the more advanced, more expensive, more whatever abilities; uh, no, Verizon‘s s8Cellphone does win. the more recent gig produced, very well, by the better edition of the edition of verizon‘s s8Cellphone, by stating ‘better’ we’re only envisioning the cellphone of THAT year JUSTJOYELECTORS?
for some who disregard the ‘FINE PRINT’ – dig this: some carry next to
cell’s in the front pocket? OR it’s regular to carry cell’s in BACKpocket’s
this in no way DEfaming this wonderful and inventive cell-phone
and nothing shlown comes from any other warning, than it’s
own printed material that came WITH this most excellent
Super AMOLED Display. Full rectangle, diagonal and/or
rounded corners measured diagonally. as to be sure…
foot note #1 **Varies with Always on Display setting
foot note #2 ‡ Mobile HDR Premium certified by the UHD-A.
foot note #3 § Products sold separately. Gear VR not for children under 13. Read included ……………….. health and safety warnings before use and see oculus.com/warnings.
foot note #4 – ‘space purposely remains blank because a true reason is not known why it is.’
no thing can dissuade us, no weapon formed against us. see, it is all in the mind… our minds are fertile ground for satan to act out it’s devious activity by convincing us humankind to either do or not do. WE SHOULD NEVER GIVE UP! Do not get discouraged, you have the heART of God on you and your activity! we might think to ourselves:
“man, it doesn’t seem to be working; it’s not happening.”the3rdonlive.wordpress.com/2019/09/18/mr-mellow
THAT’S NO REASON TO DISCONTINUE ATTEMPTING ANYTHING!
IT MAY NOT TIME, IF ‘IT’ (the event, or act, or whatever) IF IT’S IN HIS PLAN IT WILL BE FRUITFUL. YOU FEEL WHATEVER IS RIGHT THING IT WILL FRUIT! DO NOT EVER GIVE UP, confer with your conscience, you stand firm; understand life’s a battle, slings and arrows are every-where in the spirit-world that is all around U.S.; all the time we are down here on terra firma. Keep fighting The good fight!KEEP IT UP
If it’s in the plan be it will be. Enjoy struggle; it builds your armor!
Herein do we see the cross: that whatever matters that we may accomplish by ourown does not require the cross; it is only when we allow the Lord to live in our lives so that He may be our things and our all do we need the cross. If He makes no move, how can we move? Oh how we need to ask God to deliver us from our good works just as we ask Him for deliverance from our sins. How often it is relatively easier to be delivered from sin (since sin is condemned) than be delivered from the natural life (since many the are neither condemned nor rejected.)wlSPER nOT ‘m trying not to, Maynard; SEE?
Concluding my observations and hypothesis, I would say, we should expect every landlocked state, city and country to the virus starting from 3rd week of Oct., especially Southern Asia.
And the countries that haven’t experienced the wrath of the virus yet some because it hasn’t really hit those countries, and some because… Ignorance is Bliss could be prepared: life-threatening spread of Covid-19.
Also, countries that think the’ve passed the Covid-19 phase should be prepared for another hit soon.
Unless we don’t start paying attention to the adaptability, ways of transmission and every other factor concerning the Covid-19 corona virus, we won’t be able to develop any vaccine in the near or even far future to protect the mankind.
We should not expect the world to be Covid-19 free at least for another year and a half. All the countries who believe they have avoided the Virus, and those who are now re-opening; they believe they have suffered and made it through, should soon expect to be under the radar yet again.
But if we pursue the avenue of studying and analyzing the covid-19 strands at genetic level
in every region and accept
the fact that we will be required to develop different vaccines, different
regions, we might just avoid an extinction level event.
David’s take on the situation: “I don’t know.” Gary Jones, 1996; SPEC, 28202. That’s all
right now, it’s all i got. perhaps you?
Almighty God, You have given U.S. NEEDS grace at this time with one accord to make
our common supplication to You; You have promised through our well-beloved Son
that when two or three are gathered together in his Name you will be in the midst
of them: Fulfill now, O Lord, our desires petitions as may be best for us; grant us
in this world knowledge of Your Truth, and in the age to come Life Everlasting.
Amen.
edited – by a dependent of Marine PMO, New River AirStation, Jacksonville, NC 80-83
RIP NICK
The devoted Father’s tribute to His 21 years old son, taken way over a decade ago in midtown Charlotte, NC.
We, as American citizens were told and expected that; almost commanded to FIGHT, DESTROY, all, NOT some but all enemies, foreign and DomestiC. George did have a European sense of humor, did he not?
Why do we fear the wanderings of our mind? we do not
Why do we balk at the questions of our heart? questions are superb ingredient’s to growth. they do, sometimes, require other’s opinions; relish in those sort’s of quizzes – explore! %^]
As a little girl, I was full of questions. if there is a coed club, we might be charter members. JOY
What is heaven like? think satisfaction, the feeling received after a job well done; with sunlight.
What does God look like? this’s completely up to each one of us, keep seeking, you’ll see.
Why do I have so much acne? we all do; we grow out of it in time.
Who will I marry? why worry about that? you’re how old?
Is the Bible all true? it is for me, and my family.
Why do Christians think it’s wrong to curse? He has ears to hear; cheating when the teacher’s see?
What are the really bad curse words? all of them; like tiny sinning in relation to bigger, it’s still sin.
Questions.
As a kid, they’re welcome. not everyone think’s that way, good that you do.
Questions are like beautiful gems that we grasp for as children. as leafs, worm, sunlight, a clue.
We want to know and learn and so we ask. “you are in the right club.”
We don’t settle for half-truths. “…”
Innocence is welcome in society. beware of advantage takers, they are quite common.
We’re new to the world so our choice of navigation isn’t laughed at. true, by those that matter.
But then you grow up and all of that changes. ‘m 50 in six, took me that long. learning all the time.
Suddenly I’m the one who is supposed to have all the answers. for who?
Innocence is mocked and even shamed. “not by those that matter.”
We’re supposed to have experience, to know. “…”
And I don’t. patience not only is a virtue, endurance is more important, sheeeit happens, deal.
My heart screams with the cry for answers , but questions now feel risky. by whose account?
Confidence in the world is a must, but a wandering soul? a ‘world’ isn’t what we want a part of.
Adults don’t question. “…” ‘ve tons of questions; those who just accept stuff, aren’t very smart.
Questions are for the ignorant, I am told. We’re supposed to follow the mold, WHOSE MOLD?
to fit in, to know and to know with confidence. was that a question? confidence in a ‘fit in’ society makes one part of whatever society they wish to conform into. be bold, be alone, don’t think you ever have to prove anything; apart from family, some teachers, band directors, God, yourself.
You are supposed to follow the pattern, to find that job with good money, to move out, to know the first and next and final steps. yes, we can live like that: the follower. that road might be good for sheeple; and that’s sufficient for themselves; don’t you want more out of the ten decades down here?
Anyone is accepted, or so I’m told. who said that? you were lied to.
Until I don’t fit your convictions, until we disagree, and then that policy doesn’t hold. ?
But guess what? oh goody.. what?
Questions = answers = 1+1 doesn’t always equal two; no sir, no sir…
Silence = the collapse of growth – “silence is golden – it’s when introverts grow better…”
Silence, it’s a little thing, and yet we don’t realize how damning it is. where’d that come from? “…”
We don’t realize how utterly and completely damning those hidden questions are that we’re too frightened to ask. ask away; or be like a turtle, recede into safety. who’s this ‘We?’
Questions are not the end, but the beginning. Questions won’t stunt my growth in adulthood
it excels me.
Questions do not mean we are lacking; but continually seeking to be stronger in our convictions then we were. now you’re getting it.
So questions, you will not be silenced. until answered…
We, as American citizens were told and expected that; almost commanded to FIGHT, DESTROY, all, NOT some but all enemies, foreign and DomestiC. George did have a European sense of humor, did he not, si’
The Collingsworth Family God can do anything with anything Hecan heal any hurt, any suffering Every cross, every care, every burden He bare For anyone, anywhere God can do anything He turns nothing into something He‘s the giver of life He‘s hope to the hopeless And a sight to the blind And He makes impossible, possible When there’s no other way He makes the blackest sin,
white as snow.
That’s why we can say God can do anything with anything He can heal any hurt, any suffering Every cross, every care, every burden He barecollactiona.live For anyone, anywhere God can do anything The fairest of ten thousand my soon coming King Jehovah, Messiah reason why I sing He’sAlpha and Omega The Beginning and the End My Savior and Redeemer He‘s my closest friend God can do anything with anything He can… [AND WILL]
Dear WP,
It’s good to know that we can give everything to Jesus.
We often think about giving Him our worries, our requests.
But do we think about giving Him what we’re lacking as well?
David Buckle, do you ever get up in the morning and just not want
[no… not really… the sun came out today, going for a walk, get some coffee .o.
There’s good news: Jesus can take this lack, this nothingness, this empty space, and fill it with His fullness!
If this is the case for you today? Pray this prayer with me… “Lord, this morning, I feel empty, as if I have nothing to give. I want to love people, but I need You to do it through me. Fill me, Lord, with Your love, Your presence, Your joy, and Your enthusiasm. Thank You, I know that You’re doing it even now! Ibelieve Your Word “of [Your]fullness we have all received, grace for grace.” (John 1:16 (KJV) I have Your fullness! I love You, Lord. Amen!”Thanks for existing!
Psalm 4:8 Rely on Me alone. Ask no other help. Pay all out in the Spirit of trust that more will come to meet your supply. Empty your vessels quickly; ensure Divine Supply. So much retained by you, so much the less will be gained from Me.
It is a Law of Divine Supply. 8-10-20 AD 2:34/34 To hold back, to retain, implies a fear of the future, a want of trust in Me. When you ask Me to save you from the sea of poverty and difficulty you must trust wholly to Me. If you do not, your prayer and faith are genuine, then I must first answer your prayer for help as a rescuer does that of a drowning man who is struggling to save himself. He renders him still more helpless and powerless until he is wholly at the will and mercy of the rescuer. So understand My leading.
Trust wholly. Trust completely. Empty your vessel. I will fill it. You ask both of you to understand Divine Supply. It is a most difficult lesson for My children to learn. So dependent have they become material supply they fail to understand. We must live as I tell you. Depend on Me. Now unto Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy, to the only God our Savior, through
Jesus Christ
our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion, authority, before all time and forever. __________ Amen.Jude 1:24
sort of disclaimer? well, that isn’t the correct term actually, because this is no ‘dis’ any claim: BUT there is no doubting a continued presidency, we, i think. the thing about not mixing government and religion is bunk; tell that to our first praying president: George Washington. praying is needed for all Americans; those that do not are doing these United States a disservice. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVW-2rLA1wXXr32fmeF3bHg/channels
“It sounds implausible, but that’s how Into That Good Night, the modest but powerful new book by 46-year-old Lake Jackson resident Ron Rozelle, came to be published this August by Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, the home of such esteemed authors as Susan Sontag and Tom Wolfe. Ethan Nosowsky, Ron Rozelle’s editor, says it has been five years since the company last published a manuscript that came in over the transom. He had been “delighted and surprised,” he said, when he looked at the first two chapters of Into That Good Night. “Am I hallucinating?” he asked himself. When he read on, he says, he was “overtaken by the strength and the vision” of the book.”
sounds good to me. Mr. Ron Rozelle became my favorite teacher throughout a four years of Joy-tour: replete con wisdom shared by Mr. Herbert Torres, Mr. Rozelle and Mr. Bill Gottschalk, the conductor of my junior year band. His wife, Sue Gottschalk conducted that initial band, was in Lake Jackson Intermediate 7th and 8th grade. She plays a mean Bach Coronet, silver. She took me into her office one day in the noon hour to confirm that the similar Christianity benefit that fell on me, a rascal of a horn player, but also a Christ believer since my days in a little town named Oxford, Alabama. Baptized into that Episcopalian faith in 1973, David found such joy with the simple things in those days of my third year alive. As the cool concrete, a smoother type as apposed to the sand-papery texture of driveways, beside the bare stomach which was my usual dress in those hot summer days – where was i? uh.. this memory is only handicapped by the head injury ‘m blessed to have endured in 1992, do me a solid by excusing my confusing banter; see: am very able to recall those difficulties that were David’s life lessons to create the not so wise goof he portrays. the nutty thinker enduring a few disability’s back where he was born, and lived in three different times – ’70-’72, ’80-’83, and 1992… now, and for good. settled down, but have not raised a child; yet.
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