Pass the Koolaid, the UFO will be by soon to rapture you.

I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!

The last time I saw this propaganda s**t was in 1956 in a Catholic Sunday School passed out to the poor Mexicans and their kids. It was used throughout Latin America to keep the poor peasants in their place.

Let me give you the gist of it.

The poor man works for El Patron (the rich guy that pays him too little to feed his family) and can't make enough money doing his job six days a week to feed his family. The poor wife is at home with a load of kids because the CHURCH won't allow birth control but that's not in the story. So he roots through the GARBAGE every day to find enough food to feed them. One day El Patron sees him rooting in the garbage and ignores him just like he always does. Next day he mysteriously finds a bag of clean food so he no longer has to dig in the garbage. Then something happens to El Patron and the food stops coming. The poor guy is too stupid to figure out the food must be coming from El Patron until he approaches the widow for more money. She is so glad to finally find the last person her wonderful cheap ass husband was giving the left overs to that she is beside herself but doesn't give him a raise. Next day the son delivers the food to the poor guy. (Notice it is never the daughter because women are useless baggage for screwing and incubating boy babies in this society.) After a couple of days, he finds out the reason El Patron never acknowledged him is he was either hard of hearing, unable to talk without stuttering or almost blind like the son.

The moral of the story is you shouldn't judge others because you at least have your health and you don't now what they are going through.

Bulls**t. El Patron with his compound, plenty of money and big car can't afford hearing aides, glasses and a speech therapist??????????? No the Moral of the Story is: Shut Up Peasant and take whatever the Rich guy decides to give you out of his garbage. Be glad you have a job and someone's garbage can to rummage through to keep your family from starving.

The OTHER version was in the math books.

Now if Juan finds 5 apples and is running home to give them to his mother, father, sister and little brother and he runs into the priest, who he gives one to and is then blessed him, how many apples does he have. He has four apples and though he has nothing to eat, he is blessed. He is also going to bed hungry because your God lets children starve.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE I SAW THIS S**T LAST NIGHT?

It was in the crap being passed out over the Internet to the FAITHFUL Evangelic Fundamentalist Christians and they were lapping it up like the flavored s**t it is.

Someone give them the Koolaide so they can get to the UFO, I mean rapture. They are too stupid to survive.

Sixty years and now the same propaganda is being passed out to PEOPLE in MY COUNTRY. We are now as third world nation being prepared to serve the Religious Rich Masters while we work ourselves to the bone to root in the dump for food while they live in their multibillion dollar compounds in the lap of luxury and if we are so very, very lucky we might get a job that doesn't pay enough to feed us opening the gates to their heaven. Oh, yes, the poor guy is always the guy opening the gate for El Patron because the gate or the yard is as far as he is every getting. Did you happen to notice the analogy to dying and going to heaven. No?? Here have some Koolaid.

Public Speaking or a Root Canal without Anesthesia

The Truth About Public Speaking

Every time there is an event, there is a small war over the speaker NOT doing something from perceived snubs to unreasonable demands and very, very seldom do you hear from the speaker about what is going on. Since I no longer work that circuit and am not trying to get jobs I can tell you the truth. It look glamorous but it is no fun, at least in the USA.

Most of the time, the venue that has hired or invited you to speak is more than anxious to have everything go off well for them, the speaker, their and maybe your staff (I say maybe because that is usually one friend or spouse), and the audience. Unfortunately, for you, the audience, it really is in that order so take note. I probably should put the your (the speaker's) staff in quarantine because they really hate to have a second person they have to deal with or bully or may act as a witness.

You see, it is really easy to bully the speaker. If you don't show up on stage, it is your fault even if they have you tied up in the back room. If you are late going on stage it is your fault. If you don't answer questions even though they have forbidden it, it is your fault. Whatever happens, except everything going off flawlessly, is going to be your fault and if you don't cooperate or agree with the blame, well, they are in control of whether everyone in the hiring part of speakers even bothers to consider you for another job. Speakers can be canceled and substituted at the last moment and as usual, it is the speakers fault.

Believe it or not, technical equipment like microphones and computers are not in the speakers control. We don't drag an entire sound system or computer display around. We might have the Powerpoint presentation on our laptop but the screen and interface are not ours. When faced with a $29.99 karaoke on sale at the El Cheapo outlet for a sound system in a huge auditorium, you can be assured the people in the back row can't hear anything or understand anything and there is nothing the speaker can do about it. They will be blamed for poor diction and not projecting. This is also why some speakers that use computer generated graphics for their speeches tend to get a little crazy when they arrive for an engagement and demand over the top checks of equipment. They have already been burned. One speaker told me the equipment she was shown and checked out before her lecture was pulled and given to a bigger name speaker at the event and she found herself with equipment she had never seen or operated when she was let into the room minutes before her lecture. Everyone in management had disappeared, too. Once again, it was all her fault. Personally, I won't touch anything but a microphone and good old paper handouts for that very reason. I have been sabotaged by the very people who hired me and now they have very little room to do it.

The next biggest thing is the speaker wouldn't answer questions. That is 100% under the control of the people who book you and 90% of them have nixed questions. You see, they want you and your audience out of that room so they can bring the next paying group in for the next speaker or the clean-up crew. These rooms rent by the hour. If there is no next speaker, check to see if there is an expensive reception or meal you could have bought a ticket for because there is no reason to attend that if you get a free interaction with the speaker at the lecture and the powers that be know that. See the speaker leaving with that little group of people and feeling left out? That group of people are usually the friends and backers of the people who hired them and they have a iron grip on the speaker. If you are speaking as part of as show, the people running the thing do not want a large number of people congregating in the show hall and blocking the entrance to the booths that have paid a pretty penny to be there and you can be assured, will be complaining if that happens. You, as a speaker, are competition to the booths.

Unless the setup is very unprofessional, every moment of the speaker's time is accounted for and booked from the moment they enter the venue, which is why most of us run for the bathroom to start with. It is the last time we will have a free moment.

Speaking is stressful and the degree of stress depends on the person. I have seen what should have been professional actors with loads of experience shaking like leaves before a minor speaking engagement that was following a script and introducing the other speakers. It does make me wonder why they chose this profession. I can't see any degree of fame or adoration being worth puking my guts out for a half hour before uttering a half dozen sentences. I have zero stress speaking or acting. I happen to love the stage and I am a rare minority. Keep that in mind. A lot of speakers are nervous wrecks by the time they get off the stage. Watch for the ones really smiling broadly. They are usually five seconds from running, throwing up or passing out. Always remember that writers are usually bad speakers. That is why they write.

Try to look at it from the speaker's view, physically. Here is one person looking at dozens of people trying to get their attention and they are trying to not trip over their own feet and land face down getting off the stage and out the door. Yup, looks a little different from that view. The equally ugly part is height. You do this too, so don't deny it. People tend to see the people who are their height or greater. If you are in a wheelchair, scooter or just plain short like I am, people look right over the top of your head and don't see you. That is the second biggest reason you get ignored. The biggest is the speaker has been given a list of people they are supposed to recognize and fawn over in the audience who happen to the backers for the event or potential money people. Now we are talking stress. The speaker probably has seen this person for a second tops or been given a description like they are wearing a blue shirt, that helps, and in addition to remembering your speech, gauging the audience reaction for where to go, where to pause and where to expand, not tripping over your own feet, choking on water or going dry mouth, you now have to play salesperson to people unknown as soon as you finish speaking and usually patiently answer truly idiotic questions for someone with more money that brains. It is just so much fun that the speaker is in a real good mood.

So dear audience try to remember that 90% of the problems when you attend an event lay at the feet of the organizers and it is their rules. Very seldom does a speaker, unless you are talking the big guys, get any input at all into what will happen at the lecture. You can divide the rest of the blame between the audience and the speaker.

There are things a speaker truly loves in an audience: NOT. Number one is the person who has decided to spend 10 minutes in the lecture and has another appointment they must get to so they take the front middle seat where they cause as much disruption as possible exiting. Every moment of a lecture is planned and when the audience disrupts the lecture, something has to go out of it. Then there is the hard of hearing person who loves to sit in the back row and complain about not being able to hear. I have actually had people do that and refuse to take a seat in the front row when offered. After all, the lecture revolves around them and their disability. You aren't getting any sympathy because I can't hear diddly squat and I pay for the front seat knowing that. Then there is the always late crew that either have paid for the front row or will actually drag a chair through the entire audience to get to the middle of the front row and don't you dare utter a word because most of the time they are disabled. Keep in mind, they could have gotten there early and made arrangements before you have a sympathy attack. There is always at least one person in the audience who wants to be the center of attention and the speaker has to deal with it because the management is going to disappear right then and that person has a whole crew supporting their bid for attention. That pretty much leaves 99% of the audience as unhappy spectators in this little game. They will complain and it will be the speaker's fault for not being able to deal with it.

Things look a lot difference from this side of the microphone, don't they. Now put the cherry on this sundae. During this entire fiasco, the speaker is wondering if they are going to get another job which is how they put food on the table. That kicked the stress level up another 20 points.

Then there are the mistakes made by the booking agents at the beginning. A speaker can find themselves booked into a totally inappropriate crowd just because someone read and misinterpreted the title of a lecture. I tend to provide, when I am given enough notice, a transcript of the lecture and there are few deviations. Like I said, I depend on good old paper and ink. I know one speaker who lost loads of engagements and pretty much a book deal because the venue complained loudly to the entire world she had arrived inappropriately attired for the event. First of all, the event was in another part of the country and how was she to know what the attendees were going to look like and secondly, did they read the book? This was like booking a biker for an accounting convention and then being shocked he showed up in leathers rather than a button down shirt and tie. Even though I dress conservatively, I have been sorely out of place at a few meetings. I always advise people to make sure the people booking them know what they are getting. Send a picture and be prepared for the simple fact that no one pays attention.

There are other things the speaker is just not responsible for and that would be the air conditioning or heating, seats and venue. Most of the time the speaker hasn't even seen the room until they walk into it. I tend to explain that after 78 degrees I tend to pass out and that doesn't make for a good lecture. Most speakers never think to warn the management. At one lecture/booth, everyone involved in that aspect of the program came in from other states and were used to a very professional set up. What they got was an auditorium with such excellent acoustics every breath was magnified an unbearable volume, no air conditioning in 90 degree 100% humidity weather, concrete floors without carpeting and a really cheap assortment of folding tables that wouldn't hold any weight. I thought the psychic across from me was going to pass out and it turned out her standard attire was a suit with an insert rather than a blouse, so she couldn't remove the jacket. She was dying. Even the people from Australia next to me were dying and you know how hot it gets there. Not only that, but there was no food or drink available for the 8 hour event if you didn't bring your own and the closest restaurant was a few miles down the highway. That was the last time that event happened but everyone who bought tickets, usually 2 day tickets to see and hear speakers in rooms divided by sheets with the prerequisite karaoke machine that you couldn't use or you would blow the guy behind the next sheet through the wall, proceeded to trash the exhibitors and speakers. Trust me, I still get some fall out from it. I deny all knowledge of being there.

You see one of the problems in this profession is the organizers and the people making the money are invisible. They are often franchisees that use a national name on all the advertising. You never see them. Even when I have worked crew for big events, I have not known the actual organizers and could have fallen over their bodies and not known who they were. If the audience had gotten a hold of them, I would have been falling over their bodies. The national organization may drop the person but because they have the bucks and the venue, they just open under a new name with the same problems usually caused by skimping on everything possible to bring in the biggest amount of money. They get the booths because the vendors buy 4 booths and number 5 is free. The vendors like to travel a circuit as close to home as possible because they are dragging merchandise with them. And thus, for the first time, they pack a show hall. The second time just never happens.

The last complaint is the speaker was trying to sell books, tapes, cd's or products and the audience feels they paid for a lecture not a sales pitch. Now for reality my friends. You don't get on that stage with anything that isn't approved by the management. Believe me, start selling your what have you and you will be removed from the stage, immediately. I have asked speakers about this and the answer is always, we weren't being paid and the advertisement part of the lecture was our payment. You see, I never had anything I was selling when speaking so I had to ask the so-called offenders and that was the answer I got 100% of the time. One speaker even told me that the subject of his lecture was to be readings he provided and the management was going to do the booking and take a cut of the money. He spent the night eating chips and watching TV in a hotel room because there were no bookings and he was being trashed at the after dinner for being a money hungry advertiser. That was, by-the-way, the whole purpose of having him there. People with money will often spend a lot to get back at someone they think has done something to them. That also works for eliminating possible competition. There are few dirty tricks I haven't seen pulled in my 40+ professional years.

I had noticed at one event speakers were whisked away instantly, sometimes before they finished their speech. I had an expensive membership for this organization and then you only got discounted tickets for the events.

When a friend was booked I waited to find out what was really going on that the rest of us who paid money to get in were treated like third class citizens. It turned out the speaker was whisked to a dinner meeting where after driving from 5 AM to 6 PM to get there, she was expected to give her lecture again and then do readings for at least 40 people who had never been near the public event. This was what was really going on. After that, she would have any readings that were booked from the main event. Unfortunately it was after midnight and much to her dismay the next morning she found she also had to pay for the hotel room. Did she get paid for the event? Heck no. She was supposed to make her money off the readings booked from the main event. She tallied up over $300.00 worth of expenses because the rental car to get there turned out to be on her, too, and this was 40 years ago. Today that expense would be a thousand dollars or more as she had no control over the rental or the hotel. I don't need to tell you she didn't have the money. You might ask what the deal was with such an elaborate plan. The powers that be were selling real estate in a psychic community to the chosen at the dinner at a minimum of $40,000.00 a pop investment. In today's world that would be a few hundred thousand but you have no idea how many psychics and con artists would put up their life savings to live in a protected community with their own psychic kind and how people with more money than sense would pay millions to live there, too. The problem was the real estate didn't belong to them and was in a trust that could not be broken. I know because I had tried to buy the same land a year before. The public lectures and organization, that was using the name of an organization across the country that never heard of them, was a cover for the real estate con. Hence, folks, you never really know what is going on at these events. I could write a book on it. Hmmm... it might be a best seller.

Fortunately and thanks in a good part to the Internet, speakers are pretty wise to games that get played with them footing the bills but the blame for everything from the audience's antics to the weather is something speakers are still having laid at their feet.

Now, you the audience, have an idea of who is really at fault. So next time you have a really bad experience instead of blaming the wrong person, find out who is really running the event and then use their name in a complaint to the National Headquarters. Because no one ever does that, the National Headquarters may not find out what is going on for a two or more years. If it is an event with exhibitors, they will be filing the complaints before the end of the show because when you pay $600.00 or more for a booth you get a little testy if you are very uncomfortable. Also complain to the landlord. The odds are if the venue is very inappropriate for the event, the landlord was lied to about what was going on. Yes, you are going to get people in trouble, but they shouldn't be running events to start with and you will often, when you ferret out the culprits, discover they have no interest or connections to the theme of the event at all. They are con artists that move from venue to venue putting on events and lining their pockets while everyone else suffers. Landlords will put a quick end to that because they have organizations they belong to and the word travels fast.

Just a word to speakers so listen up. Nothing makes for better advertising than a feud between speakers or authors and it works to the advantage of the booking agents. If no one is comparing notes, people can get away with murder. Always, find out if the offending person actually said or did what they are accused of doing or saying. The whole thing may be a coverup for bad behavior on the part of the people hiring you.

Oh and a word to the wise to event organizers, do not feed pigs in a blanket to starving vegetarian authors. They will upchuck on your stage. Just saying.....

"You have a very narrow definition of what constitutes life" the Spirit said to me.

There are those people who have AHA moments. I tend to have Oh Shit moments. Those are when I realize what has been staring me in the face for years just kicked me in the shins.

Tesla said everything is vibration, frequency and energy. Scientists tell us that all matter is really vibrating energy moving in and out of the dimension we experience as being solid. They aren't sure where it goes when it disappears for those nanoseconds.

And the spirit said to me: “You have a very narrow definition of what constitutes life.”

Oh Shit, that poor monk they found and were going to cut up that all the Buddhists were saying was alive and had attained a very high state of meditation. He sure looked like a dead mummy to everyone but WE HAVE A VERY NARROW DEFINITION OF CONSTITUTES LIFE. He was alive at least until someone started cutting on him. He might have awoke. If you manage to transition in states once, you should be able to do it twice.

We have been so blind.

The Spirits have been telling us for thousands of years that death is nothing more than a transition in states. Anyone want to guess where all your energy goes during that nanoseond you blink out of this narrow definition of life? And when you die, you stop blinking out for that nanosecond and start blinking in for that nanosecond. You transition in states.

But far more than that revelation, are crystals really just dead matter or are they simply energy vibrating at a frequency lower than we consider life to exist, happily living their lives the way they exist in this dimension. Who knows what they really are in other dimensions.

What is mediation but slowing your mind down? It is in that state where you make contact with what seems to be a higher being or is it just the beings around you that you consider to be inanimate objects or even the earth itself.

What are sigils, symbols, sacred drawings and patterns but the physical representations of energy and thus are they the physical representations of beings not in this dimension but in the one we phase out to every few nanoseconds? Do I exist as a sigil in the other dimension? The Native Americans thought that a photograph stole their souls. Did it in fact contain pattern of their energy? Is that how radionics really works?

Perhaps the secret to communicating with what we think are gods, goddesses, higher beings, demons, djin, Faeries, elves, the deceased is just to become aware of where we are the moment we phase out of this dimension. This may well be what all the ghost apps and tape recorders left running are actually picking up. After all, is the computer actually a living creature? Many of us communicate and influence what are supposed to be machines with our minds, by becoming in synch with them and communicating what we want them to do. Is this more talking to a different kind of life form than telekinesis. Do my crystals work for me because I treat them like the living creatures they are?

We are energy. The entire Universe is energy. Everything is alive. Wow!

Has Your Mind been Hacked?

I had a weird experience at 8 AM this morning that bears examination. First, let me give you a little background that may seem a little technical but you should be aware of these things.

Back in the 1950's, which many would have you believe were the good old days. They were if you like avocado green, rampant discrimination against anyone who wasn't a white Christian MALE and hidden government experiments on your brain and body. However, if you are like me who hates the color and is obviously not male and takes offense at anyone messing with their consciousness or body without their permission, the 50's were not a good time.

One famous experiment you may have heard of had to do with flashing pictures of popcorn, drinks and hot dogs on the movie theater screen just before intermission at one frame per about 7 – 10 frames of the movie at the ending when you were paying really close attention to what was happening. It significantly increased sales at the concession stand.

However, there are a couple of things you were never told, just conveniently left to assume. You assumed the people doing the experiment were the owners of the drive-in theater since they benefited. What you were not told was exactly who was doing this experiment nor the simple fact that the first drive-ins where this was done were conveniently located a few miles from one of the biggest military bases known not only for what we call black ops today but also having the largest ophthalmology department in the country actively investigating abnormalities in visual perception because they were trying to find out why some pilots when flying at speeds greater than sound were crashing into mountains for no apparent reason. I mean, it is pretty hard to miss a whole mountain in front of you. You also were not told this military base was running experiments in the local elementary school that I attended, had segregated students with a high IQ (or so they claimed because no one really knows what the test measured and I was assured by a fellow that her father, a doctor on the base, has told her they weren't measuring IQ when she failed the test) into separate classes and experimenting with them to see if subliminal images integrated into a “cartoon” on TV could be used to teach a child without the child knowing. Two years after watching the “cartoon” of a rabbit playing a piano, I sat a piano, looked at the music on the stand and began playing the tune. I am still capable of sight reading music.

This leads to the second thing you weren't told and that was how they got caught. You assumed someone ratted them out. That is not what happened. There are people who are capable of seeing the image being projected between the movie frames. They have what is called + vision in that the eye sees more images faster than the brain can process and as a result they see not a continuous stream like you do, but a sort of choppy version which is missing some frames. As adults their brains smooth out the narrative but as young children, it hasn't learned to that. Unfortunately for the doctors playing around in unsuspecting people's brains, these people would see the single frame they had carefully hidden in the movie and ask their daddy why there were hotdogs, sodas and popcorn on the screen at the end of the movie. Sadly, her daddy could relax and see the same thing. She also wanted to know what the funny things were in the corner of the TV she was watching at school and when she drew them, they turned out to be written music matching what was being played. This earned her an all paid for trip to have her eyes examined free at the big military base by three of the top ophthalmologists in the country. It was found she had plus vision in both eyes. No more TV for Janice. Janice got to sit quietly in the corner of the room for the rest of her tenure or confinement in the special education department.

This was the beginning of subliminal research. It is much more advanced today. You may have bought a subliminal self help CD or DVD and watched it. However, you have been led to believe that susceptibility to subliminal programing or hypnosis is a moral and metal failing. You are weak minded. The opposite is true. You laugh at the person clucking like a chicken on stage or look down your nose at the person who takes the sugar pill (placebo) and it cures their headache. Either that person is weak minded and believes anything or they are a hypochondriac and were pretending. You have been conditioned to believe that for a reason. Even if you know you are being hypnotized, and you will, you are going to reject the fact that it is happening. This makes you one excellent subject. This moral failing of healing by being given a placebo (the evil sugar pill) is really a blessing because first of all you would not be in the experiment if the doctors had not verified you had the medical problem and second, you just healed yourself with no help from “science”. The ability to become a “chicken” on stage also allows you learn easily and adapt quickly to changing circumstances, both of which will guarantee your survival in the wild. You are actually more observant than the regular person and have better physical control. The top athletes in any sport are easily hypnotized, have abnormal vision and can control pain and heal themselves better than the average Joe. It is how they look at how something is supposed to done and then translate it to muscle memory that allows them to excel. They become the chicken or the master golfer.

Which leads to this morning. I was waking up from a nightmare when I heard a man talking. Normally I sit up and try to figure out where the sound is coming from but this morning I was lying on my left side, which is unusual, and that left my 'good' right ear exposed. I decided to not to move a muscle, keep my eyes shut and determine where the sound was coming from. The only two words I managed to decipher before it became gibberish was: ancient....blah-blah....Bull....blah-blah. The man was reciting 4 words, emphasis on the last two off what was obviously a list of words. I opened my eyes and discovered I was staring at my cell phone, which had no light on and registered no activity. I locked it up in the bathroom and have only touched it once today to see if I had any calls.

Was I imagining things? Off to my resident telephonics engineer who knows just about everything in the universe about phones as this used to be his job. He has more patents than anyone who ever worked at Nokia/Siemens. He not only assured me someone could be broadcasting subliminally, but the hack would not trigger the ring tone nor the light nor anything to indicate it was happening. He immediately thought of several profitable products before I yanked him back to planet earth and he told about how some students hacked into the gyroscope in your phone and via two credit purchases and were able to not only tell where you had been the day before but the route you took to get there.

Whoa, Momma, that is scary. They know when you are in bed and they know when you are asleep.

In one of my metaphysical groups, people had noticed they were sensing something in the wee hours of the morning. I have been having panic attacks around 2 AM and I do not have panic attacks. They are easily controlled but I want to know why. Oddly, the attacks completely stopped after I published that to the Facebook group. Subliminal attacks from the cell phone attempting to convince me of something I find offensive or false would cause an unconscious reaction mimicking a minor panic attack. It would simply irritate you and put you on alert creating a fight or flight response which happens to be the panic attack mechanism.

Oh my, it's starting just as the elections swing into gear and every political and religious group has your phone number off Facebook, the NSA or somewhere else. Gee, have you ever wondered why anyone would vote against their best interests? I could hypnotize you and show you how. Hypnosis is a form of subliminal programing just in case you didn't figure that out. You might want to leave that phone in a drawer in another room because taking the battery out may not deactivate it if it has a built in backup that runs on very low power. Just a word to the wise. Mine will be residing in the kitchen in a drawer because the cats, having so much better hearing than we do, have been attacking my phone at night for no apparent reason or at least apparent to a human. Oh, the tin foil hat will have no effect on this because it is simply sound being sent over a phone at a level below a whisper that you cannot consciously hear or understand. It is all very simple technologically and works even better if you think you have a personal relationship with some deity that talks to you; too bad it is some guy in a basement reading a list of things you are supposed to believe or not believe and even if they go completely against your morals, beliefs and best interests, you will find an excuse to justify changing what you believe. They also proved that in psychological experiments in the 1960's and 70's. You don't stand a chance. They can even dumb you down and confuse you about what happened five minutes ago. They can rewrite history you lived and you will never know it.

How the Religion of Love became the Religion of Hate

I have learned something important. Sarcasm works.

Although I have tried, beat my head against the wall and screamed a lot, no one ever listens. However, when I became sarcastic, people started thinking.

Since people started thinking, I decided to actually answer the question everyone kept asking.

Want me to start at the beginning?

I can't because the beginning it way too far away, but the question I was asked by several really good and I mean good as in nice, generous, moral and loving Christians was, “How has my religion gotten this perverted? How has it become a religion of hate? Why are people giving to PIZZA and not the POOR, sick and elderly?”

The answer is simply; it always was. I am not going to explain the spiritual mechanics nor go heavily into the history, but I will simply say that it always has been this way, you were misled.

The beginning of your faith goes further back than the man you call Jesus. It goes back to a creature named Abraham who created a sect of men and women called the illuminated ones or Illuminate. These people/relatives of his would create three religions because their energetic signature was the artificial three whereas all of nature was based on four: earth, air, fire and water or five, adding spirit to the first four. Spirit was the creation of a god and they then divided the god energy into three, perverting the symbols of the people of earth for creation: mother, maiden, crone to a masculine sterile domination of Father, son and spirit.

Having created what was the framework for the Abrahamic religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam, they only needed to create symbols to weave through all of them and appeal to every member of the masses so they would then give their energy in the form of belief and finally all their money which is nothing more than a symbol of the person's life's worth to them or soul/complete being.

So how did Christianity, a religion of love become the religion of hate?

It always was, you just weren't listening. Put simply, let's start with Christ. Christ is a concept not a man. However, you wear a cross which was the instrument of a man's, Jesus, torture and death. Why? Why are you celebrating his death and not his life? But, you may say, he was resurrected. Was he? He DIED on the cross for your sins and yet, there isn't a single real reference to that being his intention. If so, wouldn't your slate be wiped clean? Are you beginning to see there is a little more going on here than you have been mislead to believe? The Roman crucified thieves, not political prisoners. They would have happily cut his head off after they drew and quartered him and put it on a pike at the city gates to warn others that messing with their tax collection system was fatal because the Emperor liked his gold coins, not those cheap plated ones the people used for daily trade. So what did Jesus steal? Well, pockets hadn't been invented so we can be pretty sure he didn't pocket a few coins while overturning those tables in the temple. The answer is nothing but he came close to revealing a well kept secret, a secret so well kept the Illuminate would create an entire head of the Abrahamic beast in his name. Unfortunately it would be in name only because the whole thing would just be another conduit to pass life energy on to them.

Take sentence one. Jesus died for our sins. Jesus is a scapegoat. This is an ancient concept going back to the Sumerians and adopted heavily by the first Abraham where a goat was taken each year, symbols of all the sins of the his people attached to it and it was then thrown off cliff to break its legs and left to die. Barbaric? Yes, but more symbolic. The scapegoat with broken legs could not escape the wolves and other predators. Who was the goat the symbol of? Satan. So by worshiping the scapegoat, you are worshiping Satan and who or what did the Illuminate really want to destroy? The answer to that question is knowledge. Satan was the most beautiful angel, the one who refused to bow down to an ignorant, imperfect mankind and the one who had the gift of knowledge. It was he who gave to humans the knowledge of the gods which they quickly forgot. The last thing the Illuminate want is a knowledgeable population.

So, they have you happily erect three story crosses, wear them and even picture “Jesus” hanging and bleeding in pain, tortured on that cross everywhere to symbolize the death and destruction of knowledge and love.

I know, your eyes are getting a little wide at this point. Well, let me finish this for you. The real Jesus was a short, dark, black haired, brown eyed rather ugly man of Middle Eastern descent. The one on your cross is a tall blond with blue eyes and universally handsome, just like Satan. The whole time, you have been worshiping the destruction of love and knowledge. You have been erecting huge monuments to hate, pain, torture and death.

And now you want to know how your religion was perverted from one of love to hate. This is where I giggle. You have been conned, lied to, bamboozled and whatever other term you can think into supporting the agenda of the Illuminate or the descendants of Abraham.

Don't be misled into thinking these would people of Jewish descent. They are actually people from the Caucasus mountain range that borders Turkey, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Russian and Iran or all the major players in what is set to be the next world war. They made their little trips down from the nice cool climate, which is why you find the clothing being worn as a norm in the Middle East for a people living in a cold climate not a hot desert and created the religions of Abraham, the caste system of India and finally managing a toehold in the Asia with Confucius, the material system to oppose Taoism. They were busy little bees, or should I say demons.

What did the man Jesus really teach because you are guaranteed on very few hints existing in your Holy Books since they are based on the destruction of everything he tried to be? The very first thing he insisted upon was he was NOT the son of any god. That is very important, because he was telling you he was NOT of the Abrahamic line. If he were alive today, he would neither be considered a follower of Judaism, Christianity or Islam.

In India, he taught that there was no difference between the tall, handsome Brahmin, light skinned often with blond and blue eyes, and the untouchables who were small dark and considered so ugly they had to ring a bell so the Brahmin wouldn't accidentally have their view of the world spoiled by looking at them. Ah the shades of code enforcement to make sure your property looks like everyone's version of beauty. But, who is everyone? Do you see how this evil has infiltrated everything down to the gutter? He taught you were put here to love one another, to share your joy and bounty and most importantly, that there was nothing the “God” could do you were not capable of doing. You were capable of the same “miracles”.

Well, he should have known because the real Jesus was psychic, a healer and capable of levitating. He managed to escape every country just before the local police knocked on the door to haul his ass off for prison or execution and there is no reason to assume he didn't manage the same trick with the Romans. He escaped by blending in with the locals, a good 98% of which were small, dark people not tall blonds.

But, the followers of Judaism were crying out for the prophet that Abraham had predicted would come and Jesus was psychic, hence a prophet, so they pinned the tag on him and it almost worked until someone created a religion around his perversion. You see, if he were the prophet of Abraham, he would not have become a completely new religion he would have become the prophet of Judaism. That is also why there can't be a second coming because there never was a first. That is also why Mohammed cannot be the “prophet”. If he were, the followers of Judaism would simply have followed him. You see logic/knowledge is the enemy of the Abrahamic religions and must be crucified at all costs.

So, now you know how what you thought was your religion has become a religion of hate, just like Islam and Judaism have become the religions of hate. With any luck, you will succeed in destroying most of the world's people, losing all your resources and plunging your children and grandchildren into complete poverty, ill health and ignorance so the Illuminate can rule you and live in the style to which they were accustomed before some of the humans got uppity, raping, pillaging and having the power of life and death at whim over you. They have already built their sprawling compounds complete with private armies to defend them against you and their brethren. You really don't think they trust each other, do you? Theirs is a world of separatism, dominionism and greed. They have you worshiping the instrument of your destruction. They have you hating everyone that doesn't bow to them. I would say they have done a bang up job.

Now, when are you planning on getting off your knees, reclaiming your power, taking back your world and making it the paradise that the man called Jesus told you it could be? I won't wait for an answer because I have things to do and I know you will never do it. It would take work and you want to mix it with water and get instant forgiveness for all your imagined sins. You want to be better, more moral, more beautiful and have more toys than the poor person next door. You want a non-existent god to pat you on the head and tell you that you and you alone are the best because you and only you have a personal relationship with him. The last thing you want is to join your real people, love them and let each person be themselves because then, you actually might have to wake up and look in the mirror and take responsibility for what you are. Then you might actually meet the real Jesus and not the scapegoat. You might discover he is just a man, a very smart and loving man, but a real man. And you just might discover that god is not dead, it was never alive and you are the one responsible for everything and everyone. You are part of a whole and you are the steward of the planet earth, not its ruler.

Now, this Druid is off to take care of her little corner of the world because that is why I exist. I am a caretaker, just like you should be.

But before you go, return to the middle of this article and look at the countries around the Caucasus mountains. They are in line for demolition because some smart guy or girl with a cell phone camera, Facebook connection or a hacker deciding to take a look at the raw Google footage, might just publish some real history that the Illuminate do not want you to see. The last thing they want is proof of their existence.  

Nipmice, Your Cat Will Love Them

Nipmice are proudly made in the USA by a demented cat lady trying to find a natural alternative for fiber stuffed made with who knows what mice from China found in the Dollar and Pet stores.

Not really.

Once upon a time, a Druid witch was looking for some yarn to make protection mojo bags. She saw a HUGE skein of red, black and white all cotton yarn and thought that it was perfect. Red works for all mojo bags and protection from crazy people. Black absorbs all energy and white reflects all energy so with the proper contents, these babies would work for all types of psychic attack.

So, she bought it. She took it home. She started crocheting a mojo bag and half way through discovered this was the most god awful looking piece of crochet in the known universe. It was coyote (no offense to the trickster god intended) ugly.

So instead of a Mojo Bag, she just tied it off halfway though and tossed it on the bed. Within minutes it has disappeared and instead of saying good riddance to bad crocheting, she went to find it. It took a week or two and was finally found in a cat's stash.

She began to watch and discovered the cats were passing it between themselves as a treasured object. Thus, she made another one on a night when she couldn't sleep. It was taken within minutes, thrown, chewed, loved and hidden. So, she made another one. You see, she had about a pound of this god awful colored yarn to get rid of and no ideas but these weird shaped creatures she now named nipmice though they had no catnip in them. The latest version has a pinch of nip in them.

Nipmice are often created in the wee hours of the morning when she can't sleep with an audience of cats. Often, it is a contest to see whether she can tie off the nipmouse before the cat takes it. As you can see, this nipmouse barely survived the photography session. We have no idea why the cats love them. It's a cat thing.

Since there is no chance of ever managing to get one made and shipped, here are the instructions to make your own. The Druid is allergic to wool so she uses cotton yarn.

If you can single crochet, you can make a nip mouse. Keep in mind the cat doesn't care what it looks like, they just love them. Hook size and gauge are not important. I make a chain of 5 and join the last and first stitch. Chain 1 and single crochet in every stitch until I have about 5 single crochets. Now comes the choice and just winging it is possible at every point but if you obsessive, there are several versions. If you want a head on the mouse, place 2 single crochets in every stitch making 10 then reduce by one making 5. Now you have a head. Single crochet 5 more stitches and go to making the body. Or you can just skip to this step. If you really want the typical mouse body, single crochet in 2 stitches and then increase one stitch in the remaining 3 making 8 stitches. Continue following this pattern until the mouse is the size you want and stitch the back end together leaving a long string end for a tail. I consider the front string to be a tongue. Otherwise, increase as you feel the need and then when the mouse is long enough start decreasing until you have one stitch and tie off. That is how most of mine are made.

The best time to insert some catnip is when you are at the widest part of the mouse. Warning, this can cause loss of fingers, loss of mouse and theft of the bag of catnip. Managing to actually get the catnip into the mouse may require locking yourself in the bathroom with it after spending an hour ejecting all cats from the premises. Finish the mouse in the locked room or you will learn the fine art of crocheting with a cat attached to the piece you making. A sixteen pound cat attached to your nipmouse makes turning your work difficult.

Good luck.

A Letter to the Youth of America

Dear Youth of America...... A Message from an Oldster

Either leave the country or do whatever you want. Yes, don't pick a profession based on income, be an artist, an actor, a writer, a gambler or a bum. Do whatever makes you happy. Travel, love and live your life now while you are healthy and able to do the things you want to do.

The deck is stacked against you. No matter how hard you work, scrimp and save, you are going to spend your old age, each and every day, juggling money between food, medicine and the water bill. If you manage to get a home, you'll have to put a quarter or more of your monthly retirement into the property tax man's pocket to support the life style of your local politician and his/her cronies or Condo Commandos. There is no way you can save enough money because the bar is raised higher and higher every year whereas the amount you earn and can save remains the same or becomes less as everything else gets more expensive. You can't win. The deck is stacked against you and in favor of the House, the Houses of the 1%. It's a crap game and you have no chance of winning. There is no way you are retiring, enjoying the end of your life or staying healthy because of the stress of being labeled a parasite, moocher and being reminded daily how much better the New Youth will be if YOU will just get out of their way and die. There is no escape from this poverty, hatred and sickness unless you get out of this country, now, while you can.

Sincerely,

The Generation you want out of your way, that scrimped and saved, paid their bills, fought the wars for the profit of the 1%, ate the crap they claimed was better living through chemistry, paid their Social Security taxes so you could go to college and now has nothing left, not even their health.