The Unkindest Cuts Of All…

October 29, 2017

“…But the child that’s born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay. ”        


   {Please click on the title of my entry to go to my blog itself, to read this, and see the things I’ve placed in this entry to ‘pretty’ it up for you–you can only see many of them if you go to my blog, itself.}  

I’ve been praying, asking God for His help with writing this entry, because I desperately want to be able to defend myself against the gossip that has ended by hurting me so terribly over the years.  Things that have been said that have ended by coming back at me even through strangers, and biting me severely, ruining, or destroying, my reputation, and causing me to even be banned from taking the RCIA classes at the local Catholic Church. 

     I know the idea is always to simply allow the gossip to die by itself, and ignore it, because it will eventually go away.  Plus, there’s this saying, that goes “Those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter”  I just wish with all my heart that the truth found in that little saying had been the case for me, but it hasn’t been. 

     Instead, the things said against me filtered down and out to perfect strangers, such as that Deacon at our local Parrish, who was a total stranger to me.  Everyone in his Parrish were strangers to me, as well, with me never having confided in them about my life, and what was taking place.  So,when he wanted to see me prior to the RCIA classes beginning, I thought nothing of it–until I walked into his office.  Then, he lit into me, telling me I was the cause of why my husband’s family never wanted us around them, never came to our aid and comfort when our son was killed in Afghanistan,  and that I was behind why our other son, and his wife, had estranged themselves from us both before and after our older son was killed.  With that Deacon informing me that I was a liar who should be institutionalized I was so crazy…and on, and on–until I caught him in a lie I knew I could prove. 

     However, I was so crushed by what he’d accused me of, and totally shaken by the fact that he was repeating such groundless gossip about me, that I told him I thought I’d just stay a Lutheran, and I walked out as quickly as I could, leaving him with his hands nervously shaking.  I believe he was shaking due to the fact that he’d just knowingly defamed me, and wouldn’t even allow me to defend myself against such accusations, with him never allowing me to explain things to him about what was going on.  He gave me no chance to stand up against what I knew to be outright lies, nor was I given the chance to find out the names of those behind the lies. 

      I suspected I knew who they were, but was found ‘guilty’ without being given the chance to defend against any of the accusations.  A totally UnAmerican thing.  In this country the ‘accused’ is always ‘presumed innocent until PROVEN guilty’.  In my case, I was ‘presumed guilty’, with no proof that I was ‘guilty’, and given no chance at rebuttal.  And, that smacks of the ‘kangaroo court’ mentality that I realized was behind it all.  All the accusations were founded on nothing more than gossip, period, and based on it alone, with the integrity of the gossips, who were saying such things about me, never being questioned at all.

     In the case of the Deacon, he simply dismissed me as though I was nothing at all, shutting me down, telling me I was nothing but a ‘Trouble-maker!”,  with him preventing me from being able to explain anything at all.  The encounter with that particularly vicious stranger left me shaking, and dumbfounded, totally bewildered, completely upset, and frightened to the core.  And, more convinced than ever before that the poison being spread about me by fellow family “inmates”[not wishing to think of them as actual relatives] was something far worse than I’d ever imagined it to be.  And, now, those who would have been capable of defending me against such outrageous nonsense were all–dead.

So, due to all of that, plus much more actually, I want so desperately to clear the air, and tell my side of what was going on.  All in the hopes that, at the very least, even some perfect stranger who might read what I have to say about it all, might believe me.  Seeing the truth through all the distortions and outright lies about me will take the abilities and God-given wisdom of Solomon by this time, I’m sure, but at least I will be able to rest easier knowing I’ve finally had my ‘day in court’, and have done my level best to clear my name of all ‘charges’ brought against me.  

     I will be doing all of that by telling the story from the beginning, or as close to it as I can get by this time, and it will take many entries to do that.  I’m convinced however that, by the end of it all, I will be able to rest far easier knowing that I was finally able to defend against what amounts to such scurrilousness that has brought me seemingly endless grief, and misery over the many decades since it first began.

     Until next time, [or the next blog entry], stay safe, love one another as Christ loves us, and God bless.


   If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.” ~Lucy Larcom~{Poet, abolitionist & teacher…  }

                                               {The SunSquad}                           

A “White Knight” Production

*That rose is named “The 49er”–it holds special meaning to me for two reasons–one, I was born in ’49–two, I bought it in early Spring one year, planted it, and it put forth one gorgeous bloom that opened on–Mother’s Day–before anything else had bloomed that season.  And, they say God either doesn’t exist, or doesn’t really care about each of us equally–Ha!–that’s one of the biggest lies of all time–He even knows how many hairs we have on our heads!  He loves us more than we could ever love Him back, and Christ, His Son, died to save us.  So, please never tell me that God doesn’t exist, or doesn’t care one wit about us as individuals.






The Miraculous Staircase of Loretto, N.M.

October 6, 2017

“Friday’s child is loving and giving…” 

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.“[Psalm 91:1 KJV]*




   The story of the building of, and the existence of, the miraculous spiral staircase in the Loretto chapel, in Santa Fe, New Mexico, is one that needs to be made better known.  The chapel has since been turned into a museum of sorts and a wedding chapel, after the Catholic Church decommissioned it.  It was built between the years of 1873, to 1878.  Once it was nearly finished, it was discovered that the architect, Antoine Mouly, who’d come over from France to design and build it, but who had died before it was finished, had forgotten to include a staircase leading up to the choir loft, some 22 ft. above the main floor.

  The story goes that the Sisters of Loretto, who’d come to that area from Kentucky in order to teach, decided to say a Novena to St. Joseph, who is the patron saint of carpenters, asking for his help in having some sort of staircase built.  At the end of the 9th day of the Novena, an elderly man suddenly showed up, asking for work, and when told about the need for a staircase in the Chapel, told them he could build them one.  He was equipped with just a tool box. 

   The story told in the first video[above] explains that the elderly man used no nails in it’s construction, only wooden pegs that he apparently fashioned himself.  Also, the wood he used did not come from New Mexico, yet he always had a good supply with which to construct the staircase.  It’s not known how long it took him to finish it, but once it was finished he left without collecting the money owed him, nor did he say goodbye to anyone before he left.

  To this day architects can’t explain how in the world it not only held when walked upon, but how it’s managed to remain standing, and useful, to this day, some 139 years later.  The elderly man built it without any railing, so the railing was added about 2 years later, after the sisters complained that they feared falling off of it as they descended down from the choir loft.  

   Those who can’t find enough faith in God’s abilities always seem to find a way to explain away anything that smacks of being miraculous, and so it is with this staircase.  It seems that supposedly another Frenchman, associated with the late architect Mouly, came over to this country explicitly to build that staircase, unbeknownst to the Sisters, or anyone else.  He seems to have brought the entire staircase with him in crates, or that’s the idea.  Yet, the elderly man who arrived at that time, inquiring for work, had only his donkey/mule, and his toolbox with him at the time, and no one ever saw anyone else arrive to provide him with the pre-fabbed staircase, that it’s said had been built in France and brought over here in crates.  Also, after testing the wood used in the staircase, no exact match for the wood could be found anywhere on this earth.  The type of wood, yes–the exact species of wood, no.

  Architects from around the world who have examined the structure marvel at how perfectly it was constructed–yet, it was constructed by an elderly man, using only what he brought with him inside his toolbox.  The Sisters said that they saw wood soaking in barrels, that he would bend into shape for the stairs, but that was all.  Yet, he always had what he needed, never buying any wood locally.  No evidence of him purchasing any wood from any local wood supplier was ever found.  No evidence exists that he had taken delivery of crates during that time, either.

 What else is marvelous about the staircase is the fact that there is NO center support for it, yet usually one is needed.  One architect said that, by all rights, it should have collapsed the first time anyone set foot on it–yet, it’s taken constant foot traffic on it for the last 139 years!  It, also, consists of 33 stairs–one for each year of Christ’s life before He was crucified.  It was also found that, the two supports at it’s base, on which ALL the weight rests, were strong enough to support the structure because the carpenter twisted the two of them into a  helix formation, causing them to become stronger by nature.  The staircase also consists of 2 360 degree turns as it rises from the floor.  Without it’s railing, it reminds me of a single spiraled ‘helix’ of DNA.  Perhaps that’s exactly why it was fashioned as it was, even though when built no one had any idea what DNA was, let alone what shape it took.

  So, the true life mystery of how an elderly man, using only some tools he’d brought with him on the back of his pack animal[either a donkey or a mule], who bought no wood locally, and had none delivered to him on the site, who worked alone without benefit of any electrically run equipment, or electric tools, whatsoever, managed to construct what appears to be one of the great mysteries in this world.  I think perhaps it needs to be categorized among the great wonders of this world–befittingly making it the 9th.


   “We love the things we love for what they are.”
~ Robert Frost ~

                                                                               The “Sun Bonnet” Squad

A “White Knight” Production


“T’is A Puzzlement!”*, Exclaimed the King of Siam…

  September 22, 2017

“Friday’s child is loving and giving…”      

 “Mmmm…Good to the last drop!”           



   As I sat down here I thought I had something definite to say on a certain subject, but after listening to Debra Kerr sing that beautiful, warm song my determination seems to have gotten somewhat way-laid!  However, I’ll try and press on, because the subject I have in mind to speak about is one that’s very important to me, personally.

   Ever been treated badly by total strangers?  It really is a “puzzlement!” when that happens, isn’t it?  I mean, you’ve never met them, and vice-versa, so why are they being so rude to you, when all you did was walk into the room?  You had been in a great mood prior to meeting up with the one type of person you never wanted to meet in this life–the dreaded nasty grump! 

   Well, what I plan on talking about in this blog has to do with something similar to that, but is even more of a “puzzlement!”–as well as downright heartbreaking when you are told that, due to seemingly asking “too many questions!”, someone tells you that you will not be allowed to take a class in order to learn about the Church you’ve longed to belong to since you were 18.  The way to that dream had always seems elusive, but after that, it seemed impossible.  However, this was the last time, or so you’d thought.   You were finally going to go through with taking the classes, then actually becoming a full-fledged member!  You still lived with some nagging trepidation about leaving one form of the Christian faith, and linking up with another one that was so looked down upon and despised by other fellow Christians. 

      However, in spite of all of the road blocks that seemed to jump out and in your way for decades, this time you were going to go through with it–after all, looking back over the decades, all the way back to when you were 18, and you honestly believed the Lord was the one behind your love for this particular denomination, this time you weren’t going to let anything come between you and finally finding the answers to what you fully believed to be the Lord’s calling–you still had some rather severe questions, yet you felt confident that, once asked, they would be answered satisfactorily, and they would then be out of the way once and for all.

   Therefore, imagine how surprised you were to find out that it would be nothing of the sort, and that you would be banned from taking those catechism classes.  Yet, that wasn’t the worst of it.  The worst of it would be hearing a complete stranger ‘inform’ you that, due to you alone, your family had wanted nothing to do with you at all after your son’s death.  That, from the lips of this complete stranger, you heard that you were to blame for all the strife that had come between you and this particular branch of your family, and that you really were ‘crazy’, and in need of being placed in a psychiatric institution–that you were a liar, who was so completely disruptive through the questions you’d asked about the faith you wished to belong to, that it had been ‘decided’ that you were not to be allowed to take those classes.  Would you be shocked at hearing those lies about yourself coming from the lips of someone whom you’d never met in your life?  Would you almost feel as though you were in an episode of “The Twilight Zone”, yet no one had told you about it?   And, to make things worse, you weren’t even going to get paid for being in it! 

   So, there you sat on this gorgeous, sunny afternoon, mouth agape at hearing that type of ugly, gossipy nonsense coming out of the mouth of this Church official–the one who had invited you over to the Church via email, to speak to you–you had envisioned him to be someone in whom you could trust to help answer your questions.  You had been expecting him to be kind, and helpful.  Instead, guess what?!  Plus, what he was saying about you he could not possibly have even come close to knowing unless he’d been speaking to others within that ‘branch’ of your family tree—you know, the ones who seemed to hate you for no good reason, and you could never figure out why–the ones who must be gossiping about you even with someone like this Church official whom you’d never met, nor heard of, until that fateful afternoon. 

      You heard the distortions, the outright lies, the twisted view of you that you recognized as needing to have it’s origin in someone who hated you far more than you ever thought possible in your life–yet, here the lies were being repeated back to you by this total stranger, as though they were all true, and that he’d believed every, single word of those damnable, baseless lies, and had sentenced you to ‘death’ without even so much as a trial!  So, in complete shock at what this man is saying to you, and after he’d called you a liar to your face, when you’d tried to explain about the two priests who’s YouTube channel you’d come across, who had been behind why you’d asked what you did about ‘the seat of Peter’ being ‘vacant’–you had only needed someone to explain what in the world those two, apparently renegade, priests had been talking about–yet, there is this stranger suddenly telling you that you are lying, that there really had been no two priests, etc.!  

   Then, as you ask him if he’d actually read the emails that you’d written to the head of the class, asking him for his help in clearing up your questions, he exclaims that he has–yet, you could tell just from what he’d been saying that he had not read all of them–he’d stopped prior to reading the one in which you’d let the class instructor know that everything was ok, that you’d finally done enough research on your own so that your questions had been answered–but, the one who’s calling you this “Trouble-maker!” [his very words about you] is now sitting there, lying to you about having read them all!  So, you quickly rise to your feet, mumble something about how you’re going to ‘stay a Lutheran!’, then you turn and walk out the door as fast as you can, and you call for your spouse to please come and pick you up–that you’ll be walking down the other side of that road, but you just feel this dire need to get off that Church’s property as quickly as your legs can carry you!

  Ever have one of those days?  Well, I pray you never have, nor ever will!  It would break your heart, as well as freeze your mind in place, due to seeming so surreal!  Your puzzlement would last for hours-in-to-days, with questions swirling through your head day and night.  You demanded answers to be found among the facts of what you’d just been through, and you knew the answers were there, among those facts surrounding what happened.  You simply needed to sift through it all to find them. 

   However, the worst thing of all is the fact that now you have been literally banned from taking those classes you needed so badly, as well as from having any of your concerns about conversion answered by those giving the classes–it seemed as though the way to converting had just been successfully blocked to you, and it shocked you to your very core!  You realized that the story of your journey to joining that Church was a very long, and detailed one, and that you believed the Lord had been with you the entire way, helping you cope with disappointments, with misunderstandings, as well as with fears that would well up inside your heart due to the awful things that you’d been told about that Church by fellow believers.  Yet, you had the memory of how you fully believed that the Lord Himself had helped you feel such love, and sense of belonging, for and with that particular denomination, way back when you were so young. 

      That He also was behind the love that welled up inside your heart each time you’d even think about that Church, and how you longed to be among it’s parish members, being able to finally feel like a part of the earthly family of Christ.  Yet, you could never quite get there over the years, and the reasons are manifold, and even complicated.  You’d never given up hope, though, that sooner or later He’d be able to help you overcome what stood in your way, so you could finally become a part of the Church you seemed to even love, without knowing a thing about it, so long ago. 

   Yet, in spite of everything you’d had to deal with that had kept you from becoming a member of that denomination, you’d still kept that hope alive–but, at that awful moment you realized that another obstacle had just landed between you and your dream, and this time it was far more serious than anything had ever been before.  This time someone was telling you not only that you were ‘crazy’, but that you also were a liar, and worst of all–a “Trouble-maker!”–who was being forbidden the chance to become a member of that particular branch of the family of God and Christ.  Now, what do you do?!  How do you go about being able to clear your name, and ‘set the record straight’?!  You are so traumatized over what happened that you can’t even think clearly, let alone make any plans to clear everything up.  You see that your hopes and dreams about it all have suddenly landed at your feet after being tossed back into your face, and the shock, dismay and deep-down hurt seems like the end of the world, as though you’ll never be able to overcome things this time around.  It’s all over. 

   Yet, you finally realize that, since:

“All things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.”[Romans 8:28 KJV]

That, even though things seemed about as bleak as they could ever be, you still had to remember the words of God within that verse, and trust the Lord had good answers for what had just happened, and that He would make it all work out for the best in the end. 

   So, you remember to “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding”[Proverbs 3:5 KJV], in spite of wanting so desperately to find a way to clear things up somehow, and charge forward in your attempt to reach what has always been your goal.  Yet, there you sit, so many years later, still haunted by what had happened that fateful afternoon, with still no answers in sight as to how to remedy the situation.  You’re still considered a “Trouble-maker!” by the local Church, so going ‘over their heads’, and finding a way around it all by seeking out another Church in some other area within the state, or within a neighboring one, almost seems too, too daunting–and, the explaining that you know you would be facing all makes finding a path into the Church way too tough a ‘row to hoe’–you’ve already met with the world’s worst heartache after your son was killed in the war in Afghanistan, then having that particular ‘branch’ of your family seemingly reject you–how in the world does one overcome an obstacle as daunting as this hate filled slander?! 

      Also–could the Lord possibly be showing you that He has other plans for you, and they do not include your becoming a member of that particular denomination, no matter how much you’ve set your heart on doing so?   If so, then why in the world did that love ever grow inside your heart the way it did, beginning back when you had even decided to be an atheist after encountering a persistent but sweet elderly lady who told you the Lord had told her to witness to you about Him?  You didn’t want to be rude to such a sweet elderly lady, but you just couldn’t accept what she was telling you about Him, so you announced that you were going to become an atheist, so she would leave you alone–but, then, as you picked up the phone to call your mother, who was at work, you found yourself inexplicably saying to yourself, “Oh, is God ever going to be mad at me now!”, and then finding yourself ducking as though to miss an invisible smack against your noggin! The whole thing was just so confusing to you!

      You can chuckle about it all now, so many decades later, because some of what you went through back then all does seem so sweet, so innocent due to how young you were, and how ‘unchurched’ you were, due to never really having attended any denomination your entire young life.  Yet, you are no longer young, and you’re feeling left on the outside, looking in, and it’s about as heart wrenching as it could ever get, right then.  With no real answers in sight, no end to this misery appearing ‘on the horizon’ for you.  The Lord still has not helped to find a suitable conclusion–not within your heart, at least.  Maybe the end of the dream might be the real conclusion after all, but you simply have not recognized it for what it is–not just a temporary ‘road block’, but a permanent one instead?  If so, then, why-oh-why does your heart still ache, and the longing to belong still well up inside? 

“But the angel of the Lord stood in a path of the vineyards, a wall being on this side, and a wall on that side.”[Numbers 22:24 KJV]

   Not linking yourself to Balaam or anything, since he was the reason the Lord stood there in his way that time, and refused to allow him to pass by, but those words in that verse do seem to be apropos–could they really be the answer as to why you can’t seem to find a path to joining that Church, after all?  If so, then, quite possibly you need to stop ‘beating’ your poor little ‘donkey’ of a dream, and check to see if the Lord truly isn’t why no forward motion towards that Church seems possible for you.  Perhaps.  Maybe.  Ok.  *sigh* 

We’ll see–time will tell, as they say…


“Of all the seasons, I love Fall best of all!” I’m so glad it’s finally here!


  “Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.”  ~Martin Luther King Jr.~

A “White Knight” Production

*Spoken by Yul Brenner, in the movie, “The King and I”.



“Listen! Do You Want To Know A Secret? Do You Promise Not To Tell?…”

March 13, 2017

“Monday’s Child is fair of face…”       

“The north wind doth blow…”
by Mother Goose

The north wind doth blow,  
And we shall have snow,  
And what will the robin do then?  
Poor thing!

He will sit in a barn,  
And to keep himself warm,
Will hide his head under this wing.
Poor thing!       


       Dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ, today, tomorrow, and always, amen.   “For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.” {Luke 2:11 KJV}  




   The asinine members of the ‘fake news’ press in this country are still at it–they don’t even try to hide the fact that they have thrown their lives in together with the ‘deep state’ one world govt. people, and everything that comes out of their mouths, and off their typewriters, points directly to whom it is they have staked their very futures, their very lives, on.  “Pravda” is a Russian word meaning “Truth”, yet their newspaper published during the Soviet Union years used to publish anything BUT the truth in their news stories about what went on in the rest of the world, and especially about what went on here in the U.S.  Yet, that’s exactly what papers like the NY Times, and all other major papers who’ve thrown in with the one world crowd have begun doing, and I think they are even better liars than were the Soviets!




  {Just a little gratuitous video thrown in here to lighten things up.}

     “Well, she was just 17, you know what I mean…”




  “Believe you can and you’re halfway there. ~Theodore Roosevelt~


A “White Knight” Production

The “Ladybug Principle” w/”Help!”, by the Beatles, 1965

November 7, 2016 {edited by me on March 13, 2017}

“Monday’s child is fair of face…”  


   We most assuredly know, in our hearts if nowhere else, that something tragic did happen to adorable Paul McCartney    back in September of 1966–possibly even on September 11th itself–September 11th, which now is “a date that will live in infamy” as President F.D. Roosevelt so eloquently put it concerning the December 7th, 1941 sneak attack on Pearl Harbor Hawaii, that launched us into WW II.  The man we see today as Paul McCartney even admits himself, in a book he wrote entitled “The Memoirs of Billy Shears”, that he has only been ‘playing’ the part of Paul for the last 5 decades–what?!  

            Yep, and he tells us in that book he wrote, that his ‘real name’ is William Shears Campbell, even if the ‘Shears’ part of his name is possibly questionable to say the least.  He freely admitted to being a fraud, who has made his living impersonating Paul, and raking in the dough he’s earned off Paul’s good name, all while pulling the proverbial wool over the eyes of everyone in this world.  There are only a few of us, comparatively speaking, who now see through the lies and deception, and after our shock wore off, we’ve committed ourselves to discovering what truly did happen to one of the most talented musicians we’ve ever known, and just why in the world has this been kept from us, hidden behind a phony like Campbell and all the plastic surgery, and vocal lessons, money could buy for him?  Then, we’d most assuredly love to know one more thing–WHERE in the world did they put the REAL Paul McCartney after they ‘replaced’ him with Campbell?!  The answer to that last question ought to be very interesting….

  So, again, we already know that the man pictured below, dressed in the “Sgt. Pepper’s…” garb, is NOT Paul McCartney, but a ‘stand-in’ shall we say….

               Here is an unadulterated version of the Beatles’ singing their song, “Help!”:

  Below, are the Gibb brothers, who comprised the singing group known as “The Bee Gees”, singing one of their most famous songs, “Stayin’ Alive!”, which I honestly think ties into this subject surrounding Paul, and what really did happen to him back in September of 1966:

  Below, is a song that has totally captured my heart, and leads me into some of the strongest, deepest, most vital prayers I’ve ever said to the Lord in my life, it’s that moving to me:

  Below is something I wrote not long ago on the situation taking place right now in this world concerning the untenable political corruption we can plainly see all around us, and the involvement of the liberal leftists in what can only be described as the ‘dumbing-down’ of the entire world at their hands, due to their ridiculous love of hyper control over everyone’s lives, and that vice grip that’s called “political correctness”.  Recently, they even poo-pooed what president Trump said about what’s really taking place in Sweden these days, they are such ostriches, whose heads are buried so deep in the sand of their political ideology, it’s a wonder they can even take a serious breath at all:

  ” We are in the middle of a genuine ‘squeeze play’ by the perps of the nwo, and what’s happening in places like Sweden is more than likely scheduled to take place here in the U.S. some time very soon, if the satanically inspired nwo puppets win the day. If they can’t actually win it, then they plan to steal it, I’m sure. Political correctness is just one tool in their little box of useful items, and they’ve laid it on so thick, those with no Christian faith, and understanding of God’s ways, are falling for it like a ton of bricks.

   “Thinking they’re on “the side of the angels”, Europeans are being so tolerant that they are allowing thugs to come in and literally burn down their government, steal them blind, rape their women, and frighten their police into resigning. They are being pillaged and plundered, but told to shut up and sit down, by the evil nwo leftists. Someone told me yesterday that Merkel actually regrets allowing those people into her country the way she did, but I said “So what?!” Because, being sad and sorry doesn’t erase rape, nor does it bring back the dead!

 “She, and any other European leader, needs to take that ‘sorry’ to God, then grow some spine, and begin the task of building up their internal strengths, including police and military, in order to begin shoving those immigrants out of their country, and back to where they BELONG, in their OWN countries.

 “It’s the “Ladybug Principle”:  

   “Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,Your [own] house is on fire, and your [own] children will burn!”  

 “Let them return home to put out their own fires, and protect their own country from anymore turmoil, set their own houses in order, then stay and protect what is rightfully theirs. And, forget their bankrupt beliefs. We need to stop them from trying to take what doesn’t belong to them, which is our own life, liberty and property. Not to mention stopping them from taking away our own rights to our own religious beliefs, which they are determined to do.”  

   I wrote that piece [posted above], and posted it on another blog, after reading about what’s going on over in Sweden today.  Their police are resigning at an alarming rate, as the ‘immigrant’ crisis escalates, with crime rising precipitously!   Most of their population is unarmed, having to rely  almost completely on their police force to keep order, and for, their protection.  That’s mainly why they are being systematically raped, robbed, pillaged and plundered, with no way to stop it, because the police force is outnumbered, and the citizenry is unarmed!  

      I don’t like guns, myself, but when ‘push comes to shove’, you either take up arms to defend yourself, your family, your property from criminals, or you have to stand by and take it when the criminals comes to take what’s yours.  Simple as that.

    “To arms!  To arms!  The ——— are coming!”   

 The name of the invading enemy can be filled in when it’s presence becomes evident.  But, we must be capable of recognizing that enemy when it shows itself to us.  These days, people are being talked into allowing invaders to simply march on in, under the guise of poverty, and neediness, due to wars in their countries that they, themselves, need to stay and fight, themselves.  Instead, they are being allowed to ‘escape’ into other people’s countries, then, once there, they proceed to begin taking over those countries, claiming them as their own!  

     They rape, they steal, they even kill the citizens of those other countries, and they are aided and abetted by the leaders in those countries, who have succeeded in disarming their own populace, leaving them defenseless against the crimes being committed against them!  It’s unconscionable!   Those leaders of those countries being invaded, and criminally plundered, need to fall victim to the justice systems of their own countries, before total disaster sets in, and justice disappears completely from those countries. 

   Justice, as we understand it,that is based on God’s view of justice, will disappear, only to be replaced by a style of ‘justice’ that is worse than barbaric.  Every known freedom will also disappear under that foreign form of ‘justice’, which resembles what it genuinely is–INjustice.  Unless we understand what we need to do to protect ourselves against being conquered, then subjugated and subjected to that injustice disguised as justice, it will overtake us like a flood.

         “To be forewarned is to be forearmed”.

   “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”        ~Margaret Mead~


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The Link Between JFK’s Fate & This Election

November 2, 2016

“Wednesday’s child is full of woe…”           



  JFK was not a perfect person, just like the rest of us are not.  However, once he became president something seemed to happen within him, that led to him challenging the secretive societies that try and rule this world.  He loved this country, and took the office of our president very seriously.  That’s why, when he realized the extent of the corruption within our govt., and how it desperately needed to be stopped before it ended with the deaths of this country, along with it’s citizenry, he decided to begin speaking out against it.  The last time he did so was only 7 days before his assassination.  

     Some people are certain that his exposing the evil and corruption going on out of sight of the majority of Americans is what led to his death that day in Dallas.  I tend to agree with that idea.  You need to hear what he said against those who wish for, and are working feverishly in secret to bring about, our wholesale deaths at their hands, before you can understand what happened to him that awful day in November of 1963.  ‘Lone gunmen’, who go around killing politicians, and public figures, are more of a myth than anything else.  Instead, in so very many cases, more than one gunman is reported to be involved in the shooting[s] to begin with, only to have that idea buried, with cooperation of/from–the “MainStream” shills, or media [take your pick]–and the silly lie, that there really was only one ‘lone shooter’, is proffered up to the public, instead.

   I don’t know if the movie, “JFK” by Oliver Stone was based on the same book that Paul McCartney read shortly before September 1966, but he did read a book on the subject, that he received from it’s author.  Once he read it, he called the author and said, “He couldn’t have done it, could he?”  The author asked him “Who couldn’t do what?”, after not recognizing Paul’s voice over the phone.  Paul immediately apologized for not telling him who he was, and that he’d finished the book and realized that Oswald could not have killed the president.  

    After their phone conversation, Paul met with the author for over 2 hours in a local restaurant, to discuss it all.  At some point, Paul told the author that, if his book was to be made into a movie, that he’d like to compose the movie’s score. That meeting between the book’s author and Paul took place very shortly before I am convinced Paul ‘went missing’ in September, 1966.  Then, the double, who’d been groomed to fill Paul’s place in the Beatles group for quite some time, was sent in to pretend to be Paul, wearing a mustache to hide the differences between his own face and Paul’s.  [Forensically, that has been shown to be the case.]  The other members of the group knew that man was not Paul, and knew what had happened to Paul, but they didn’t know what they could do without jeopardizing their own lives.  So, they tried to continue on as though the impostor was actually Paul.  It didn’t work.  John finally couldn’t take it any longer, and he quit.  The rest followed suit.


  However, Paul’s interest in the JFK assassination was only one of several reasons that those in charge ‘of everything’ in this world [or rather, who believe themselves to be in charge], had made plans to ‘replace’ him in the group, but it was just one more on top of all the other ‘reasons’ to rid themselves of Paul.  The same goes for their wish to rid themselves of JFK, RFK, MLK, and anyone else whom they come to deem as being, ‘in their way’.  Paul didn’t want to cooperate with their plans to introduce LSD to the world’s teenagers, coupled with the severe changes they wanted made in the music, to go along with the drug[s].  Their goal of world ‘domination’ might seem a wee bit too large to be taken seriously, and way too large to include the assassination of someone of Paul’s stature, even if he was one of the most beloved, and popular rock n roll singers/songwriters of all time.  

     {Cute, huh?!}   Yet, Paul’s ‘disappearance’ and replacement was only the beginning of a long line of ‘changes’ they’d planned to make just last century, and actually had begun making those kinds of diabolical ‘changes’ all along, over an extremely long, extended period of time, in order to continue moving forwards towards their ultimate goal.  Most of them don’t realize this, but the ‘ultimate goal’ that their ‘leadership’ has probably not told them the truth about, is “Armageddon”.  It’s not world peace, or a world without wars, diseases and poverty.  It’s not a world with a ‘chicken in every pot’, and life on easy street.  No.  Armageddon is the only goal left to those who are behind those ‘secretive societies’ that president Kennedy spoke about, and tried to expose to the world completely.  They are those who killed him, too.  

  This next video [below] is a program done on Mrs. Kennedy back in 2011, and they’ve used her own voice, speaking her own words, taken from about 8 hours worth of recordings she’d made about their lives, only a few short months after her husband’s assassination.  I haven’t had the chance to listen to it all, but from what I did manage to hear I think it’s both very touching, and well worth the time it takes to sit through it all.



   The thing that links both the assassination of JFK, and the disappearance and replacement of Paul McCartney, [just to name a few who’ve either been ‘replaced’, or killed outright], and this election is found in the subject of JFK’s speech in the video I’ve placed in the beginning of this blog post.  He knew.  He warned us.  He was killed.  Along with anyone else who got in the way.  And, now, we are facing the truth of it all once again, with this election.  It may very well be our last election, should way too many of us fail to recognize the very thing responsible for an extreme amount of the ills our country is suffering from right now.  Those ills can be traced back to those who now occupy seats of power in this country, instead of occupying jail cells, where they so richly belong.  

   And, here we all thought Paul had just written a nice, little song to sing with John, George and Ringo.  Nope. He knew some things.  We can wish that he had been able to get out of what they had planned for him, but then, since that didn’t happen, we’d be wasting our time trying.   

Isaiah 57:1,2 AKJV :

The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart:
and merciful men are taken away,
none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.

He shall enter into peace:
they shall rest in their beds,
each one walking in his uprightness.”


“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”  

  “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.”  ~ John Lennon~


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“The World Is Treating Me Bad…Misery!” by the Fab 4: The Link Between What Happened To JPM, and The Beatles, and What’s Been Revealed Concerning Satanism & Political Figures. It Truly Is “MurderMostFoul”.

November 1, 2016

“Tuesday’s child is full of grace…”       


   This video contains a song being recorded by the Beatles.  I like it, and I vaguely remember it from back when I was a teen.  They wrote it for another singer, but it was rejected due to it not being ‘in her style’, or so they were told.  So, they recorded it for themselves, and I’m glad they did.  It might be called “Misery”, but I think the tune is catchy and really upbeat, unlike we might think a song by that title might be–plus, the words are upbeat as well, so go figure! 

  I had been feeling ‘down’ lately, so was surprised when I came across this video of that song on YouTube just this afternoon.  It also really helped me when friend reminded me of several verses from the Bible that, when I read them, truly helped lift my spirits up and out of the ‘dumps’, as well:

   10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. 11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

*****12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.*****

13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; 15 and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

18 praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;19 and for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel, 20 for which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.”[Ephesians 6:10-20 AKJV][all emphasis, mine]

     So, my reading those verses truly helped me, and made it feel as though new life was being infused into my very soul with each word I read.  God’s word is like that, which demonstrates how true it was, and still is:

  “For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” [Hebrews 4:12 AKJV]

   Please excuse both the 15 second commercial in the beginning of this video, as well as the intro picture of that South American pyramid structure that was used by the Incans for human sacrifice!!  However, the song sung by the Vienna Boys Choir is so beautiful and uplifting I just had to include it here!  The other photos included in the video are just gorgeous as well:

   Also!–I made a change from the ‘Canon’ to this Christmas song by the Vienna Boys Choir–the video containing the ‘Canon’ sung by them, that I found on YouTube, did not contain images I thought were reflective of how beautiful the song really is–in fact, they depicted marching armies, death and destruction!–so, made a small change here!  This rendition of “The Little Drummer Boy” by them is spectacular, so please enjoy!

   Here is a happy, uplifting version of “Sleigh Ride”, a genuine Christmas time song, by the Vienna Boys Choir:

   I can’t believe I found this movie!!!  It’s one of my favorites from my childhood, about the Vienna Boys Choir!  It’s a Disney movie, and I’m able to place it right here in my blog entry–awesome!  [Although the video owner wants us all to follow the link back to YouTube, and watch it over there!] Please enjoy, if you have the time to sit and watch it, because it’s well worth it!

    I know my recent blog entries have not contained much by way of my own commentaries and thoughts on subjects, but after all that I’ve gone through recently, I decided what I needed was a well-deserved vacation from all the stresses of the world that just seem to fill up every  waking moment of every single day right now.  It’s as though we’re all being super-charged in preparation for one, gigantic over-load-blow-out, or something!  But, the Lord would have us all slow it down a bit, especially during this special time of the year, and relax more, and enjoy life more, while obeying this edict from the apostle Peter:

  Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.”[1 Peter 5:6,7 AKJV]

{Did you catch that?–“…casting ALL your care upon HIM; for HE careth for YOU.” !!!}[Amen]



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